“Hmph,” the fleshy ground of the fingertip against your back rocked into motion, the column of another finger cross-sectioning the appendage at the lowest joint and grinding forward to messily scrape you away. Chaeryeong kicked her leg up, presenting the pointer finger to which you were attached to the flexing cavern between two little toes, poised as a Venus fly trap ready to snatch you between the wriggling digits and chew you up into toe jam. Her finger abruptly plowed into you, one motion easily flicking you and an evaporating droplet airborne in a majestic arc toward a webbed wall of twitching, smelly skin.
The deposit of perspirate clung to the left side of the idol’s third toe and slickly traced a trail of dissipating saline as it carried you from the round sphere at the meridian of her toe to the pallid duvet outstretched below. The last of her sweat had sublimed by the time the sheet of toe-skin creased with life and caressed you. Chaeryeong’s toes swaddled you as she put her foot back down onto the carpet, the idol cutely teased, “Stop tickling me!”
Clumps of lint bound to your arms, fuzzy tendrils chaining you up with unthinking derma made your dominatrix. As the toes parted and light momentarily burnt your eyes you now perceived how hopelessly ensnared by the little toes you now were. Now effectively roped up and glued to your Korean goddess’ little toes, a carnal sense of arousal boiled within you diluted by humiliation. She intoned commandingly, “You got what you want, so start kissing your new owner!”
You were more than ready to take the offer. Awkwardly squirming into place, you wiggled and rolled onto your face and pressed your lips into the salty toe-flesh, loyally obeying Chaeryeong’s order. She gasped and covered her mouth with her hand, exclaiming, “No way! Are you really doing it?” Laughter filled the room as she expressed her disbelief, “Wow, aren’t you pathetic? There’s just… wow, there’s just no way…”
Keeping her eyes on your humiliating display, she reached for her phone, quickly switching to her camera. A light flashed, click, and she began taking pictures. The shame of being documented couldn’t stop you, nothing could, as you made out with the toe in an increasingly contrived, borderline romantic fashion. “Oh, you poor little thing… it’s okay if I put this online, right?”
Your head snapped toward Chaeryeong, spit and foot sweat sputtering from your stammering mouth as you cried out, “No, no, wait, no way, I…” you could hardly find your words, “You can’t, you…”
She snorted, another girly laugh at your panicking. “I’m joking! Shut up, I’m only sending it to Yeji, okay? She won’t believe this either.” You exhaled, your tension melting away. This was going better than you’d hoped… and the prospect of both Chaeryeong and Yeji in control of you was… enthralling, you could say.
Chaeryeong raised her phone closer to you, hitting record to take a video for the other ITZY girls. She hissed, “Hey, I didn’t say stop kissing, mutt,” and with that your obedient lips returned to Chaeryeong’s toe. “My God,” she teased, “You’re getting way too into this. Don’t you have any self respect?”
No, not really, that was abundantly clear by now. Ignoring her you only kissed more passionately, opening your mouth and tenderly suckling on a dimple skin, nursing on budding excretions of sweat like a hungry child. The idol’s face was obscured behind her phone as she recorded you, leaving you alone with the foot as she fell silent in complete awe at how low you were going, how quickly you had infantilized yourself under the influence of a couple of little toes. “You are one sick puppy,” Chaeryeong mockingly observed.
“Everyone needs to see this. You are just… you are crazy,” she pushed her phone in closer to you, the light blinding you. Closing your eyes and continuing to suck on the toe gave you the appearance of complete ecstasy. “Oh my God!,” she continued harping on about your complete capitulation, “Stop, stop! Please, just kiss it or something like normal you freak!” You relented, disappointed to spit out the soft flesh you’d locked your mouth around. After you submissively placed a few more pecks on her toe she cut the recording and pulled her phone away. You continued to kiss regardless, fighting against binding tentacles of lint to cuddle closer to the skin you were plastered to.
“Forget Yeji, I’m sending this video to everyone! Ryujin is gonna go nuts, you’re really in for it now!” Smiling at the unbelievable footage and playing it back repeatedly, she tapped her way to a group chat and sent it to the rest of ITZY. You wondered who would reply first…
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