“Give me a nice massage!” Cam ordered you, struggling to hide his smile as he lay down on one of the couches in the basement. As you walked over to where he was lounging, he put up his sweaty bare feet on the edge of the sofa. “You can start with my feet, slave,” Cam said, now unable to hide his growing grin. “Ugh, fine,” you grumbled, playing his game at least for a while. While you knew you’d soon be annoyed with your temporary master’s demands, you could not deny that Cam’s giddy delight in his new place of power was endearing, to say the least. Maybe being his slave wouldn’t be so bad.
As you placed your hands on your friend’s soft soles, you immediately felt a large amount of sweat moisten your hands. Never mind that thought, you immediately told your brain. Cam’s feet were absolutely drenched in sweat, which was likely due to his earlier wrestling practice, but even then it was still a lot of sweat. Despite the sweat, Cam’s feet were remarkably soft, and it looked as though he really took care of them. You knew he probably didn’t, judging from the fact that he was usually shirtless and barefoot around his house and didn’t even shower every day, but there was not a single bunion, patch of dry skin, ingrown toenail, or any other noticeable flaw on his feet. Maybe he could be a foot model in a few years, you said to yourself.
Massaging Cam’s feet to his satisfaction took longer than you expected. This was mostly because he seemed to relish his power over you, but you didn’t mind. Somehow, you actually enjoyed giving him the massage. But as you began to massage Cam’s legs, he stopped you. “Wait!” Cam ordered.
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