1 -- Fantasy Football
My name is Debashrita and I run a
fantasy football league with some friends of mine back in my college
days and a few new girls we added for a 20-team league. We meet every
year for our face-to-face draft. There is no money involved, just a
bunch of girls having fun. We are all very competitive and research
the players, smack talk, and all of that.
There is this one
new girl Aanchal who has tried to get up to speed by asking me a lot
of questions. At first she would send me e-mails and then we would
chat online. She is a good girl and fun to chat with and I enjoy
chatting fantasy football while I multi-task and check football news
Every now and then Aanchal would slip into the
conversations implications that she is rich. It was amusing because
she is not good at being subtle. She is not trying to be funny but it
gives me a good chuckle most every time because it is silly.
time as we were chatting online I decided to ask her about
Debashrita: Are you rich?
That must be nice
Aanchal: you have no idea, it's beyond
Aanchal: how about
Debashrita: no, just a regular girl
is it like to have to work?
Debashrita: It sucks, believe
Aanchal: i believe you, i would think it would be like
slavery, a slave to money
Debashrita: Yes, if you put it that
Aanchal: that makes me superior to you, right??
wasn't sure how to respond to this. Was she trying to bait me into
anger or something? I think the last time I was angry was 15 years
ago, it just isn't in my playbook. I was amused instead of
Debashrita: I guess it depends how you look at
Aanchal: I have everything I want in life while you are
a slave to money, doesn't seem like equality to me
Like I said, depends how you look at it
Aanchal: don't you
Debashrita: I am lucky to have a stable job and
no money problems
Aanchal: hey, would you
like to come over and see my house?It's a big house
girl was too much. If she thought that my seeing her house would rub
my inferiority in my face, she would be disappointed.
In a way
she was right about me being a slave to money. I so much want to save
for retirement that I am careful about what I spend money on,
probably to the point of being a tight-wad, well, definitely to that
point. If I ever get a chance to work overtime on my job I take it,
even though I hate it, because I like being paid time-and-a-half. I
would probably work overtime just to get paid regular time but my job
does not have much overtime work available.
I always wondered
how rich people lived. I think most rich people still work but they
don't need to so they are probably able to choose what they work on,
maybe they focus on investing instead of working or maybe they just
work part-time because they can. They probably work on what they love
to do, I could only dream of that. I like watching those lifestyles
of the rich and marvel at some of the huge houses they have.
even though I figured Aanchal would try to belittle me with her smug
attitude, I wouldn't be bothered by that and I wanted to see her
Debashrita: Yes, I would like that
you doing anything now?
over, I will e-mail you my address now, be here in 30
Debashrita: Yes, cool, I will see you then
2 -- Attitude
Her house was large but it was not a mansion.
She lived alone so maybe it was sufficient to have "only" 4
bedrooms, a big game room, a big swimming pool, etc.
complimented her on the house as she gave me the tour. She was a cool
girl to talk with, joking around, not the smugness I was expecting at
all. We connected well, meaning she seemed to enjoy my jokes and she
was very easy to talk with.
When the tour was over we sat on
her living room couch and finished off milk shakes she had made. She
brought up our earlier chat topic by asking "So do you feel like
a slave to money?"
I said "Yes, I think a large
majority of people do even if they don't think of it that way. It
isn't really being a slave because we have a choice in how we earn
money and since billions of people are all dependent on money it
isn't like feeling depressed or different, it's just the way things
She said "Not for me. When someone like you
encounters someone like me, does that make you feel
There is that inadvertent dig, "someone
like you" as if I was a second-class citizen. It was amusing and
I didn't want to stop her smug and funny attitude by pointing out her
choice of words.
I replied "I guess yes, sort of, except
that we think of you as the different ones. Sort of like you are a
She laughed and did not take offense to my joking
around. She said "Do you think of someone like me as a superior
or just as a freak?"
I answered "I don't think I get
the superior thing. It's my understanding that superior means a
better person, like superman or something. Superwoman can leap tall
buildings with a single bound."
She interrupted "And
rich people can buy tall buildings."
I let that sink in
and said "Hmmm, I think I see what you mean. You can do things
which others can't, regardless of whether it is due to superhuman
strength or whatever, and you feel that this makes you superior to
others who can't."
She said "Right, exactly. Do you
not agree with this point of view?"
I said "No, all
women are created equal and just because someone can do something....
What about someone who can do math real fast or catch a football on
their fingertips or sack the quarterback. Are they superior? I'm sure
there is something I can do that most others can't, that true for
She replied "Yes, in that one talent
they have. But it's the totality of the person which is at question,
not just one talent. Now a great wide receiver in football is
probably also rich so she is not only superior in being able to catch
the ball but superior in having money to be able to do whatever she
wants to do. So in her case I would say that she is superior."
said "Is money the only meaningful way someone can be
She answered "Pretty much. If you had a
choice would you rather be able to catch a football on your
fingertips but not be able to make any money off that or would you
rather be rich?"
I said "Rich."
"Would you rather do math real fast or be rich?"
said "I think I see where you are going. Because most everyone
in the world wants more money, those who already have a lot of money
are superior to those who don't, right?"
She said "Yes,
exactly. Not only that most everyone wants more money, they need it,
they can't survive without it or can't survive well anyway. They are
slaves to money and there is literally no escape until death."
considered this for a moment. It was ridiculous to think that rich
people were superior so there had to be a counter-argument but my
mind was run into circles and I could not think of one.
"You win, I'm sure that there is something I'm not thinking of
but you make a convincing case."
She said "I don't
win if you do not believe what I am saying."
I offered "I
believe that you believe what you are saying."
replied "I want you to believe. How would you like Rs.500?"
responded "How would I like it? I would like it in two 200s and
a 100" and we chuckled.
She said "No, seriously, I
would like to offer you Rs.500 to do something. Any interest?"
was taking an interesting turn. It felt weird for a friend to be
offering me money for something. If she had a job opening for me that
would be one thing but she was trying to make a point and I felt
uncomfortable with where this was going. On the other hand, I really
liked having extra money to put in the bank and that was more
important than any strange feeling I might have.
"Yes, what do you have in mind?"
She said "I
would like you to lie on the floor for 15 minutes while I rub my
socked feet all over your face."
What the hell. Does she
have hatred for people she thinks are inferior that she wants to
humiliate them? Maybe. But despite her vile offer I wasn't getting
that feeling, my intuition told me that she was just enjoying herself
and she wasn't doing this out of hatred.
I said "Let me
think" and I thought it out for several seconds. Rs.500 for 15
minutes is Rs.2000 an hour which is around 8 hours of work at my pay
rate, and it is tax free. Would I rather work 12 hours or have her
socked feet rubbed on my face for 15 minutes?
This was a
no-brainer by a long shot. I said "Yes, I'm game."
made her happy, I could tell from her body language.
writing this journal I realize now that my math was off. She was not
going to pay me the equivalent of 12 hours of my work, she was paying
me Rs.500 which was the equivalent of 2 hours of my work or the
equivalent of 3 due to the tax adjustment. I feel shamed that my mind
was not able to do this math but this was in the past.
comply with our deal, I got down on the floor and lay parallel to the
couch, face up. She took her tennis shoes off and then started
rubbing her white socked feet all over my face. She was rubbing it in
good to completely humiliate me as I felt her socked foot on my
forehead then pressed against my nose, while she rubbed her other
foot against my lips. I had been breathing through my mouth to avoid
the smell but she covered that with her foot so now I had to smell
her sock and it smelled as I expected, like a foot.
This was a
lot more humiliating than I had anticipated. I wondered how many
showers I would need to take to get the smell off my face. But 15
minutes of this was infinitely better than 12 hours of work.
a few minutes she said "Do you feel inferior now?" I could
not answer with her foot over my mouth, she laughed and said "Oh
sorry, your too busy worshipping my foot!" and laughed some
I did feel inferior. Rich people would never feel the
need to have someone's feet in their face. Probably most other people
wouldn't agree to do this in the first place so maybe it didn't have
anything to do with rich or not, maybe I just was inferior for
allowing myself to be a slave to money.
After 15 minutes she
lifted her feet off my face and I felt relief at the fresh air and
just being done with the humiliating experience. I wondered if she
and I could ever even chat like normal people again but I had
overestimated the effect of this, from her point of view she already
felt that I was inferior so my being under her feet was not something
out of character. As I got off the floor I tried to pick up my
self-esteem to be able to talk with her and I was mostly
When I was seated back on the couch she asked "Are
you okay? Here is the Rs.500."
I accepted the money and
replied "Yes, I'm fine, thanks." Seeing the money in my
hands definitely lifted my spirits.
She asked "Was it
A part of me didn't want to say the full truth
because I felt humiliated and the full truth would humiliate me even
more, but a bigger part of me wanted her to know the full truth so
that my bank account could grow with hopefully more offers of
I replied "Yes, it was very much worth it, thank
you very much."
She was beaming. She said "There is
plenty more where that came from, if you are interested?"
3 -- Interest
I was very interested. If I understood her
correctly, this could be a good source of quick income for me. I
figured that I could not grovel under her feet a whole lot of times,
my self-respect does have some boundaries, but every now and then who
I answered "Yes, I am very interested."
said "Wow that is great." She paused and said "Do you
feel inferior now?"
I replied honestly and because I
figured it was what she wanted to hear "Yes, I am inferior to
you..." I agonized over whether or not to say the next word, I
wanted her to keep feeding me cash so I wanted to say it but the next
word was humiliating for me to say, even more humiliating than
admitting that I am inferior. I went ahead and said it, "...,
She smiled at me and said "I like that, a
whole lot." She then acted like a mystic seer and said "I
think I see a bright future for you, lots of money in your
It was strange how casual she was about this
situation. She felt completely in her element lording her superiority
over me while at the same time joking around with me as if I was an
equal. She didn't seem to have any hatred in her so, while she was
enjoying my humiliation it didn't seem to be because she is sadistic
in wanting me to be in pain, she was just enjoying the feeling of
superiority. I guess that is a type of sadism but this was consensual
because I was getting a good amount of money so I was good with
She asked "Would you like some more money now?"
felt like a dog in her Mistress's leash, would you like to go out to
play now? Yes, oh please, yes I love to play! More money please,
I tried to keep cool and said "What do you
have in mind?"
She said "Same thing and same Rs.500
except my feet would be bare."
Ugh, bare feet on my face
for 15 minutes. I didn't know if I could take that. 15 minutes of
that or 12 hours of work. Gosh, that was so much money for such a
small amount of time. Rs.500 it may not seem like much but it is like
dinner for 5 nights for me on my meager budget. This was another
no-brainer except I wanted to make sure of something.
"Are your feet dirty?"
She took one sock off and put
her foot on her knee and said "Take a look." Her foot was
not dirty at all.
So I said "Okay, should I lie down
She playfully waved her arms motioning downward and
said "Be my guest."
I dreaded what was about to
happen but I got down on the ground and waited for it. She did not
hesitate, she rubbed one bare foot all over my face and seemed to
linger on my lips to really drive home the humiliation. Her foot was
a bit sweaty and I could feel it sticking just a tiny bit to my face
each time she pressed down.
This was terrible. I felt like
dirt under her feet and that's what I was. She rested one foot over
my eyes and forehead while the other bare foot played with my lips
and nose. She rubbed her big toe against my lips and I almost gagged,
I pursed my lips to get them out of the way and that helped. With my
mouth covered I had to breathe through my nose and the smell of her
feet was not overly strong but it was definitely the smell of sweaty
feet and it took all of my effort not to turn my body away.
kept telling myself 12 hours of work, 12 hours of work and that
helped me a lot during this humiliation. I was able to calm down and
not be as sensitive to the smell of her feet, the feel of her toe on
my pursed lips and on my nose, and the overall humiliation at being
under her bare feet.
Fortunately, she didn't say anything
because I don't know if I could have taken any more
When it was over and she lifted her feet off my
face I turned over on my stomach and then was going to push myself up
but I was so humiliated that I just wanted to bury my face in the
carpet. I realized that I wanted to cry but I fought that off since
the ordeal was over.
I pushed myself up to my knees and then
onto the couch, but I could not make eye contact with her.
asked "Are you okay?" and held out another Rs.500
This time the truth was that I was not yet okay but I
didn't want her to know that, I wasn't ready to decide whether or not
I wanted any more of her money this way and I worried that if I let
her know how much I was hurting she might not offer again so I took
the safe route and answered while still looking away "Yes, I
just need to catch my breath." I grabbed the Rs.500 and put it
in my pocket.
She chuckled and said "That makes sense, I
imagine that there wasn't much fresh air down there" and
chuckled at her joke which increased my humiliation.
It did not take me long to recover my self-esteem,
or a bit of it anyway, and I was able to look at her while we talked
This experience was painful for me and I wondered if
she experienced any pain at being down Rs.1000 just for 30 minutes so
I asked her "Are you okay from a money standpoint?"
really made her laugh. She didn't seem to be laughing at me as if my
question was stupid, she was just genuinely tickled.
was done laughing she said "That is one of the great things
about being rich, spending money is easy and it is like a drop in the
I said "I envy you. You really are superior
I said this strange statement because I wanted to
continue to puff up her ego so she would feed me more cash. Even
after the two sessions of humiliation I decided that 12 hours of work
was much much worse and I would go through probably as many sessions
as she wanted. I also made the statement because after so much
humiliation I felt that the statement was true, she could have me
groveling on the floor beneath her feet while she laughed at me, and
it was just because she was rich and I was not. That made her
I reminded myself that most people would probably
not agree to grovel under her feet for Rs.500, and it was not right
for me to speak about rich people or poor people in general. In my
mind I retracted my general thoughts and just focused specifically on
her and me. She is superior to me, I am inferior. I felt that this
was true with all of my being, now. I am a slave to money and she is
not. It is just a simple fact.
After my statement she seemed
to really look into my eyes. I think she was trying to see how
sincere I was. She said "Would you like to make more money?"
almost blurted out my excitement like a dog, I quickly stopped myself
but I then quickly felt ashamed for it. Am I really so pathetic?
managed to say "What do you have in mind?"
"For Rs.200 I would like you to spend 10 minutes licking my bare
Oh my gosh. Licking her feet this time? I couldn't
do that, that was too much. And it was only Rs.200. I had to thing
this through so I said "Let me think."
Rs.200 for 10
minutes is Rs.1200 for an hour which is almost 5 hours of work and if
you include tax that is around 7 hours of work. Would I rather spend
7 hours at work or 10 minutes licking her bare feet?
can't be as much of another no-brainer as it sounds. 7 hours is a
long time at work, I could get almost a whole day worth of pay for
just 10 minutes?
But geez it was 10 minutes of licking her
feet. But it was 7 hours of work.
I said "That sounds
good to me." When I said it I felt as if I was agreeing to
something big, like agreeing to cut my arm off, and a part of me had
instant regret for agreeing to this but a bigger part of me was
really glad at being able to make so much money for a small amount of
She said "Get down on your knees in front of me"
and I said "Yes, mistress." In the past couple of minutes
she seemed more, something, I think it was more demanding, less
respectful. She didn't help guide me to the floor like last time, she
basically commanded me to kneel at her feet. Her attitude increased
my humiliation and feeling of inferiority but Rs.200 was Rs.200 so I
gladly obeyed her command and internally thanked her for the
opportunity to serve her.
Once I was on my knees she crossed
one foot over her knee and told me "I am going to watch as you
lick my foot. You need to lick all over my foot for 10 minutes."
said "Yes, mistress, thank you, mistress."
hell did I say thank you? I don't need to worship her, that was not
part of the task I was being paid for. I need to just do what she
says and stop being so inferior, except that inferior is just how I
felt, especially at this moment, and I actually did feel thankful
that she was allowing me the opportunity to lick her foot.
looked at the sole of her bare foot right in front of my face and
tried to muster the ability to push my face closer. I felt an
invisible force stopping my head from moving forward, it was as if
every fiber of my being was pushing against me to prevent me from
doing something I would regret. But I would not regret this, 7 hours
of work was a long time to toil away and this was much better than
So I forced my face forward and fought against my
internal pressures to push my tongue out of my mouth. When my tongue
connected with the sole of her foot I felt a sudden rush of blood to
my head. I was humiliated to the core and my face felt hot. It was
sort of the same feeling as blushing but it was much stronger.
closed my eyes and forced myself past the embarrassment to run my
tongue up against the sole of her bare foot from near the heel up to
the ball of the foot. The taste was beyond horrible, it was like
licking, well, it was like licking a foot, there is no other way to
describe the taste. I guess I could say that the taste was like the
smell of foot except that it was concentrated all on one place where
the tongue met the foot. In any case, it took all of my effort not to
After a couple of times licking her foot from the heel to
the ball of her foot, the taste became more bearable, maybe I had
licked off the sweat which was there so I was licking a cleaner foot
or maybe I was just getting used to it. I think it was the latter
because when she told me "Lick my toes," the initial taste
of her toes was not as bad as the initial taste of the sole of her
All of this focusing on the taste of her foot was
terrible but I realized at this point that it diverted my attention
from the worst part of this experience. The humiliation. She was
watching me lick her foot and this along with the taste made this a
severe experience. It was unthinkable but I was literally licking a
girl's sweaty bare foot. Just thinking that increased my
My eyes began to tear up. I didn't know if I
could take any more of this humiliation. I think it had only been 2
or 3 minutes, I didn't think I could make it to 10.
But I had
to keep going, if I stopped now or wiped my tears she would probably
not feed me cash again. 7 hours of work, 7 hours of work.
closed my eyes tight, allowing a couple of tears to run down my face,
and renewed my efforts at licking her foot. I licked her toes like
they were candy and I even licked between her toes, swallowing with
great effort the lint which I found there. I licked up and down the
sole of her foot like it was an ice cream cone.
She pulled her
foot away and I opened my eyes to see that she was swapping feet. I
breathed deeply for the first time since this horrible ordeal had
begun 5 minutes ago and I moved to the other side to give me access
to the sole of her foot which was crossed over her other knee.
humiliation was not as intense after I had been doing this for 5
minutes so I was able keep my eyes open as I licked her foot up and
down the sole and between the toes. She adjusted the angle of her
foot and I complied with what she wanted by wrapping my mouth around
her first two toes and sucking the sweat off her toes. I made sure to
press my tongue several times between her toes. She moved her foot to
allow me to suck each of her toes and lick thoroughly between each
It seemed to go on for an eternity. I felt like a
permanent foot slave who was only worthy of licking my Mistress's
feet. I lost track of time and forgot to check my watch but she
stopped me after 10 minutes and it was finally over.
great relief once her foot was no longer right in my face and mouth.
I felt like I was alive again.
Strangely, I had less trouble
recovering from this latest session compared to the last one which
was her bare feet just rubbing on the surface of my face, I was able
to sit on the couch and make eye contact without having to gather my
I thought about that for a moment. Licking her feet
was far worse than either of the other sessions. I figured that I was
getting used to being completely humiliated at her feet so maybe
future sessions wouldn't be so bad.
She held out a Rs.200 bill
and asked "How do you feel?"
I took the money and
said "Thank you, mistress. I feel okay. Richer." I even was
able to smile and she smiled back.
She asked "Are you
ready for more?"
I did not know if I could handle any
more today so I deflected and said "I think I need a break, may
I have some juice or cola or something?"
She chuckled and
said "Sure, I guess the taste of my feet is not exactly
something you want to savor. Is orange juice okay?" and I said
"Yes, thank you." She went into the kitchen and brought
back a big glass of cold orange juice. I again said "Thank you"
and emptied the glass. I declined her offer for more juice.
juice was great at removing the foot taste from my mouth. I pressed
my tongue against the roof of my mouth and I could not taste any foot
flavor at all so I was grateful for that. I did not think that I
could take any more humiliation today so I was glad when she started
talking about fantasy football.
Chapter 5 -- Farther
another 5 minutes, though, we returned to the uncomfortable subject
when she asked "So, are you ready to make some more money
I had decided that I was not ready for that and
would try to postpone for another day. I really didn't want to blow
this opportunity for making quick cash in the future so I tried to be
very careful in what I said.
"I really would like to and
I hope you will have me over again, but I think I'm tired for today
and need to get some rest." Getting rest sounded like an excuse
so I internally kicked myself, but I had to say something.
said "Okay, that's cool. We can get together another day."
It sounded like she was disappointed and was trying to cover it
I was panicking that she was not going to want to get
together any more so I said "If you're not tired or anything
now, I could go on some more today." I was pathetic, I didn't
want any more today but I was so afraid that she wouldn't give me any
more money that I was basically begging her to let me grovel at my
feet. I felt ashamed but I still felt it was the right thing to
She said "Are you sure? You're not too tired?"
said "I'm sure, I'll do whatever you want." Pathetic.
brightened her up so at least it was worth it. She said "Ok, how
about a freebie, I'll pay you for the next thing but how about if you
get on your hands and knees, crawl to me, kiss the tops of my bare
feet several times, and beg me to let you lick my feet. It should
only take less than a minute and I won't make you lick my feet but
this one's on you."
She was working me. She wanted me to
feel maximum humiliation and she is good at it. She could tell that I
was desperate for more money. She knew I wouldn't refuse her
I got down on my hands and knees, bowed my head,
crawled towards her feet, and planted several kisses on the tops of
each of her bare feet. Over and over I kissed her feet. I asked
myself why I was doing this. There was no payment here, but I knew
that there would be payment later.
It was difficult to push
myself up on my knees for the next part, was I really going to beg
her to allow me to lick her feet? The sad thing was that I meant it,
I really did want to lick her feet because it meant more cash so I
really was begging, and that made it all the more humiliating.
got up on my knees and without thinking about it limped my wrists so
they were hanging in front of me like a fucking dog and said "Please,
mistress, please may I lick your bare feet" and I meant it so I
said it even more earnestly "Please, please mistress, please let
me lick the sweat off your feet."
She was beaming. It
seemed like she grew to 10 feet tall in front of me. She said "Ok,
for Rs.200 you can lick my bare feet for 20 minutes, just like you
She put one foot crossed over on the other
knee, like before. I didn't even think about the taste or the
humiliation, I just started licking all over her foot. I felt really
low like I was worse than dirt but I was getting used to that feeling
and had already decided that the money was worth it. As I continued
to lick the sole of her foot and between her toes, I thought about
the money, this time it was Rs.200 for 20 minutes which meant $60 for
an hour which was about 3 hours of pay at my job. I didn't like the
direction that was heading. At some point it wouldn't be worth it to
do all of these things but still, 20 minutes of this extreme
humiliation was better than 3 hours of work.
Or I think it is.
I'm not sure, it is difficult to think when all I could see is her
bare foot in front of me, all I could feel is her sole on my tongue,
and all I could taste was her foot. I closed my eyes and just kept
licking, I would think about this later.
10 minutes licking
one foot is a very long time. It felt like 3 hours as every
humiliating second seemed to drag on. And then I had to do the same
to the other foot. I know I could make it the full 20 minutes but I
didn't think I could ever look her in the eye again, maybe I couldn't
ever look anyone in the eye again after this.
As I was licking
her other foot I tried to think about something else entirely,
fantasy football, but I couldn't do it, all I could think and all I
could feel was hit foot and toes on my tongue like it would be there
Towards the end of the 20 minutes I started to cry. I
felt so humiliated that I had no control over my show of emotion and
tears streamed down my face. I had to keep licking to earn the Rs.200
so I was able to finish but when she said time is up I collapsed with
my face to the carpet next to her feet, she rested one foot on top of
my head to make me feel even lower. It felt like I was doomed to
always be at her feet for the rest of my life.
After maybe 30
seconds I realized that my situation was not so bad. The session was
over and I had earned my Rs.200. I did not need to lie her under her
I got up onto my knees and accepted the Rs.200 she
handed out. I wiped the tears from my eyes and as I was getting up
she said "Ready for more money, girl?"
I wanted to
say please let me rest, let me have a break, how about more juice?
But I thought about the money again and knew that I had to acquiesce.
"Yes, mistress, I am ready mistress."
She said "Stay
on your knees while I explain your next task. I am going to pay you
Rs.500 for 15 minutes. How does that sound?"
"It sounds good, mistress, thank you." My gosh, Rs.500 for
15 minutes was Rs.2000 an hour which was 8 hours of work or 12 hours
with the tax adjustment. 12 hours of work or 15 minutes of licking
her feet? I'd take the feet and love it.
She continued "You
will lie on the ground with your face under my bare feet just as you
did earlier except that you will not be wearing any clothes, and you
will jack off and climax while my toes are in your mouth."
pervert, no way. Pay me Rs.1 million and then we can talk about it. I
got up off my knees and sat on the couch. I remembered that she was
not evil, just having fun with her weird kind of sadism and she
wasn't doing anything non-consensual so I calmed down right away.
told her "I would rather not do that."
She said "Are
you sure? I could increase the dollar amount if that is what it would
I wanted to say how about Rs.1000 but I knew that
wasn't reasonable. I said "I don't even know what dollar amount
it would take."
She said "Well, let's come up with a
number. Let's start with Rs.500 and go up, how about Rs.750?"
needed to think about this, she wasn't close with her dollar amount
but there was an amount which would be worth it. I said "Let me
think a moment" so she said "Okay, I will be back in a few
minutes" and left the room.
How many hours of work would
it be worth to me to... geez, she wanted me to jack off with her toes
in my mouth? How humiliating is that? I couldn't think of anything
more humiliating in the world which wasn't also painful like torture
or whatever. Jacking off with a girl's toes in my mouth had to be the
most humiliating thing I could even imagine.
Ok, so would I
rather work 50 hours or do this? Have I mentioned lately how much I
hate working? Why can't I have money like she does or at least enough
that I can be sure to retire at a decent age? However much I make
today won't allow me to retire early but if I invest it with the
other meager savings I have and let it grow, it would help. And if
she had me back other days it really could add up to a lot of
Did I want to be back other days?
I calmed my
thoughts and just relaxed for a moment. 50 hours of work is not in
the ballpark, I would much rather do this, and I could not even think
clearly about this without just thinking "this", than work
50 hours. How about 25 hours? 3 days of work was much worse than
this. 2 days of work, that still seemed worse than this. Our
discussion seemed like a negotiation so I should probably stop at 2
days of work and then we can agree on a middle ground.
would I go? That was a bad choice of thoughts, I felt about as low as
dirt already. I meant, how many hours of work would be better than
doing this? 10 hours of work, that is, working backwards, Rs.2500
minus tax taken out so Rs.2200 or so divided by 4 since it would only
be for 15 minutes so Rs.550. Wait, Rs.550? That's not enough. Work
that again, I remembered from the first sock session Rs.500 for 15
minutes is 12 hours of work, so maybe my math is a bit off but that
is in the right ballpark.
Is my life so bad that I work at a
job which is only marginally better than having to lick another
girl's bare feet? I guess my job is still 4 or 6 times better than
licking her feet so it's not the same.
I guess Rs.500 or
Rs.750 was the right amount, as scary as it was to think how
humiliated I would be, I decided that I would do this for
Chapter 6 -- Very Strong Emotion
She took a
while to return, around 10 minutes. She was wearing different tennis
shoes and white socks and her forehead had a bit of perspiration as
if she had exerted herself. She was short on breath as she said "So
what is it going to be?" and sat down on the couch.
said "How about Rs.1000?" and she quickly said "Sounds
That was it, no negotiating or anything. I should
have started higher.
She said "Stand up" and when I
was up she said "Take all of your clothes off."
tried to think of this as a doctor's office but I failed, all I could
think of is that she is getting her sexual fantasies satisfied by me
and I was allowing it to happen. I felt dirty all over, not just in
my mouth from her foot taste.
I took off my shirt, shoes,
socks, and pants and paused to see if that was enough, but I knew it
wasn't and continued to take off my underwear. I stood completely
naked before her. I was sure that she was feeling all sorts of sexual
pleasure but this was about as un-sexual as a situation could get for
She told me "Lie down next to the couch" so I
did that. She still had her shoes and socks on and started to take
those off, as she did she told me "I had a quick workout just
now and was able to get my feet a little sweaty for you, I hope you
like the taste."
Fucking asshole. Why does she have to
say things like that? Maybe she was evil and I was just fooling
myself. Let's get this over with, this is the last thing I'm doing
like this tonight, I just couldn't take any more of this after
Once her feet were bare she pressed her big toe to sort
of force my mouth open. I wasn't as accommodating this time because I
felt that I had had just about enough but I did put my lips around
her first two toes and started licking and sucking her toes. That
quickly turned my anger into humiliation and I closed my eyes tight
so that I wouldn't cry any more. She put her other bare foot over my
She allowed me the pleasure of sucking her toes for a
while, I couldn't tell how long but it was probably a couple of
minutes and then she said "Now touch yourself. As soon as you
climax we're done and you have earned your pay."
good news, she was not going to prolong this to 15 minutes. Maybe it
would only last 5 or 7 minutes and then it would be the equivalent of
Rs.4000 or more per hour. Rs.4000 is a whole lot of money so I felt
better about the situation now. I felt like a whore but Rs.4000 is
really a lot of money.
I loosened my eyelids although they
were still covered by the foot which was not in my mouth. I continued
to suck her toes as I reached my hand down to my penis and starting
touching myself. Usually when I masturbate it is while looking at
something pleasurable so my penis sort of meets me halfway but this
time it was completely limp and I wasn't looking at something
pleasurable, I was doing something heinous.
I tried to stroke
myself to feel good but there was no response. Masturbation is easy
but not when sucking on another girl's toes.
Maybe this was
going to take longer than 15 minutes.
I tried harder to make
myself hard, I wanted this humiliation to end as soon as possible and
then I would pick up my clothes and run out of her house to my car. I
stroked myself and eventually was able to get a response, it took me
several minutes of touching myself to get fully erect and then I kept
stroking until I was just about to release, for some reason at this
moment I focused on sticking my tongue deep between her toes and my
senses were more focused on her toes than on my penis.
climaxed much more explosively than I do normally, with her toes in
my mouth and her other foot pressing on my face those two sensations
outweighed even the pleasurable sensation in my penis and I sucked
harder on her toes to try to savor the very wild passion I was
feeling at the moment.
The climax was over and I was spent.
Her toes were still in my mouth but I had lost energy to suck on them
so my tongue just played on the tips of her toes. My penis quickly
went back to its original position and I was wet on my lower
I wondered what has just happened. Why was this much
more explosive than all of the other times I had masturbated? I'm
using the wrong term, it was more explosive but it was also more
pleasurable. I hated to admit it to myself but I just had the most
pleasurable masturbation while her toes were in my mouth.
found the answer to that as I thought about it for a few seconds. It
was because it took so much touching myself to get to the stage of
climax that is why it was so pleasurable. By the time I climaxed, I
was so ready for it that I was bursting at the seams.
that was a relief, I didn't even want to think of how I'd feel if I
needed her toes in my mouth for a good climax.
I don't know
how long passed while I was in this dream-like post-climactic state,
probably only a few seconds because she didn't say anything about
She lifted her feet off my face and handed me a
roll of paper towels to clean up my lower stomach. She handed me a
Rs.1000 bill and I took it gratefully, I had earned it. I wiped
myself off with a few paper towels and then got up and got dressed.
She didn't say anything but she was watching me so she was still
getting her jollies looking at me.
I said "I'm going to
the bathroom" and she playfully said "Ok, hurrryyy
Hurry back, my ass. She had manipulated me into
doing something I didn't want to do and when I wasn't even ready to
do anything more today. She was superior to me because she was rich,
yes, but she was also dominating me with manipulation and I really
felt lower than dirt because of it.
But as I was in the
bathroom I thought that even with all that I had been through, I had
made good money and I had made the right decisions. Just in the
couple of hours I had made Rs.2400 and a lot of that time was just
talking or drinking juice. Rs.2400 was worth it in my mind for what I