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Part 1 of 3 in this foot fetish trilogy! What does Jason really want from Jo Hancock?
With her sweaty gym and ankle socks rubbing in his face, Jason Goddard let out a pitiful moan. What was he doing? He had come all of this way to Folkestone - some one hundred and twenty miles - to woo and seduce an old flame. Not being able to stop himself, he inhaled deeply at her foot sweat, savouring the cheesy and damp aroma as his erection became rock hard. It didn't take long for him to ejaculate, his moans of pleasure muffled by her socks.

Or maybe this is why he came to Folkestone - to fulfil his fantasies of feet? Either way, he shamefully cleaned himself up, swapping into a spare pair of boxer shorts that he had luckily packed, and carefully placed the socks back into the laundry basket. Looking himself in the mirror, he resolved to never let himself do that again - not in someone else's bed and home of all places! Checking the time, he still had twenty minutes before he said he'd meet her at the main bar and restaurant of the entertainment centre. She wanted him to get here early, so that she could see him before going off to her evening shift, however with traffic, that had meant a rushed dinner and hasty goodbye before she had departed, leaving him alone. It took a good few minutes or so, but when he saw a basketful of dirty laundry, including white ankle socks, he just couldn't resist.


Yep, Jason Goddard could not resist smelling and masturbating to Jo Hancock's socks!


Jason Goddard would never have looked twice at Jo Hancock. In fact, a few years ago when at university (that's college for those across the pond), she had clearly crushed on him. That was obvious at the time, especially when she had invited him over for dinner one time. Jason had been going through a rough spell, one of those that men do in their early twenties where they have been ditched or tossed aside by a girl that they had been 'punching' to be with. Jo Hancock was a 5 out of 10, at best. Jason considered himself at least a 7, maybe even an 8. Anyway, going over to hers for dinner that evening is not the apex, the main point of this story. It's more of a scene setter really.

Having managed to avoid her at several house parties and nights out at Durham University, when they were both in their second year there, Jason finally relented. Jo was a nice, kind girl - that much was obvious. However, she wasn't 'hot'. She had a slim, athletic body and a pretty tight arse. It was her face, though, that was hard to get past. Unfortunately for Jo, she resembled a horse. Anyone with a large, toothy mouth and cheekbones that stretched out higher than they should could never be considered beautiful. Yet, she was attractive in her own, pixie-like way. After exchanging a number of messages between them, plus with Jason's burgeoning self-doubt after being dumped by a hottie called Harriet, he relented. Relented meant going over to hers for dinner, with possibly more than a Chicken Tonight, Spanish sauce on the menu. The food was passable, as was the company and after an hour or so, Jason couldn't avoid the obvious, unmistakeable feeling that he didn't want to be on this date.

"Shall we watch Friends?" Jo asked, a shy smile on her lips. "I've got a TV in my bedroom..."

Jason was experienced enough with women to know that this was a come on. Even though he knew that he wanted nothing to happen between the two of them, he did want to watch Friends. This was in 2006 - not long after the classic American sitcom had ended. It was still a talking point, and an excuse to reminisce for an entire generation.

"Sure," he smiled, wondering if this is what hot girls feel like when he had tried moves in the past. "I love Friends!"

An important detail to add to the story at this point is that Jason had a foot fetish. At this point in his life - at the age of 20 - it hadn't made too great an impact, it's fair to say. He'd had a girlfriend called Vicki, who had indulged in his fetish by allowing him to rub and kiss her feet, yet neither had ever acknowledged the elephant in the room - that he was clearly a foot fetishist. Since then, he'd had a few encounters with women and dated pretty regularly. Yet on none of those occasions did feet become a factor. True, in his own time he would fantasise and masturbate to feet, whether it be a video he had downloaded using Limewire (YouTube hadn't taken off yet), or simply to the thought of female feet.

It's safe to say that he had never masturbated to the thought of Jo, or her feet, not for many years after their non-date in 2006.

So while they sat in Jo's bed together, he didn't pay much attention to her socked feet. Even if they were nice - it was always hard to tell with socks - he probably wouldn't have let that become a reason to be turned on by her. It was simple really - he knew he wanted nothing to happen. Jo wasn't exactly forward, which just made the situation more awkward. While watching the episode "The One with Ross' Tan", there was plenty to be distracted by and ignore the fact for Jason that he was undoubtedly unfairly leading this girl on. The pixie-like Jo tried several times to place a hand on his arm or give him an inviting smile, yet he was resolute. Nothing would happen.

And it didn't! That evening, some seven years ago, after one more episode of Friends, Jason made an excuse that he had an early lecture in the morning and needed to be making tracks. She nodded understandably, but he could see the sadness and disappointment in her blue eyes. Her eyes were actually quite piercing, one of her better features. Though the wrinkles around them countered this somewhat.

Feeling like a bit of a dick - Jason was not a bad guy after all - he exchanged a few more messages with her, which gradually petered out. Jo was not forward or confident enough to make a move or assert any sort of hold over him. Jason didn't think much about it after that, focused on another girl, a petite, very cute girl on his course called Charlotte. Predictably, his amorous feelings towards her were not reciprocated. By the time university finished, several months after Jason and Jo's non-evening together, he had pretty much forgotten her.


Jason dried down Jo's sweaty socks a bit, worried that she might notice they were damper than usual - from his greedy tongue while he smothered them over his face. Smiling wryly, he couldn't help but feel a tad amused at the contrast - from basically not even giving her chance back in 2006 and essentially forgetting her very quickly, to now worrying if she noticed her socks and become damp with her saliva! Fixing his hair, hoping she wouldn't notice the bald patch forming on the back side of his head, he took a breath before leaving her home - a small chalet that work provided for her. Walking along towards the bright lights of where the entertainment centre must be, he thought back over years in between knowing Jo and now.


In the intervening years, Jason had become a teacher. A secondary school teacher - something which he had worked hard at as it hadn't come naturally to him. Discipline was always a battle, with some of the unruly students that he had to deal with. However, he was smart and tenacious and felt genuinely proud when he compared how far he had come in the space of several years of hard work. However, being a teacher is never, and will never be great money. In the UK, he was struggling to manage paying rent along with all the other expenses. By 2013 - the age of 28, he felt depleted and exhausted with work. Having been disciplined and saved up a fair amount of money, he could have nearly put down a deposit for a house. In 2013, around £20k to £25k was required, which was close to what he had. His parents had already helped him out by putting him up at home for the first couple of years or so of teaching, so he had decided not to ask for any more help. So even though he could have bought a home, he had a desire to teach abroad. To live somewhere else than the UK - the place that had brought him nothing but the hard grind of work and romantic disappointment for seven years.

Jo had spent several years in Australia, joining an entertainment company who run and organise the events for people on their holidays. She had a degree in Performing Arts, which helped. Despite all that, she wasn't a self-confident person, even if she did appear to be so on stage. Like Jason, what she did wasn't too well-paid. In fact, she worked for far less money than him. The upside was that she had accommodation provided, which she continued with a similar deal after settling back in the UK. Through her own perseverance and dedication to her job, Jo became the manager of a small entertainments company, overseeing a few other kids in their late-teens and early-twenties, ones who weren't shy of making it clear that this was a stepping stone to something better. She wasn't bitter though, she knew that she had chosen to stick at this job. She was on better pay than them and was essentially their boss.

So it was by chance that Jason and Jo were reunited. Both of them had been unlucky in love for years. Jason, mostly due to how busy he was with work, but also another factor, his foot fetish. Whereas in his early twenties, he had more self-confidence about him and would always be ambitious with girls that he dated and slept with, a few years of little action had dented this. His commitment to his job was admirable, yet it meant very little time in the evenings to socialise with others, or money to buy better clothes and other personal affectations that would have at least outwardly given him more confidence. Jo, similarly busy with work, had been waiting for her cliched Prince Charming to sweep her off her feet. She had barely been on any dates since university and prospects were not looking great. Who would want to date a pixie-horse-creature in their late twenties when there were younger and hotter girls at her entertainment camp?

Internet dating had been building for years. For 2013 it was not seen with so much stigma as it had at the time when Jason and Jo were at uni. In fact, Jason had only just started using it, finally resolved after years of no action of any kind with women, that it was the way forward. He had been on several dates since embracing the online dating scene - match.com - to varying success. One of the dates with a girl called Christine seemed to be going well, and she was hot with long brown hair, tall, athletic physique...yet she didn't return his messages after the date. Another, Rachel, was dour, overweight and lacking any sort of spark about her. Jason didn't return her message. So, when he got a message in his match.com inbox from 'JoJoSparkles', he was intrigued and surprised. At first he didn't recognise the picture; he hadn't had any sort of contact apart from one Facebook message from Jo Hancock for years! It had been seven years since their non-date!


Jason! I can't believe it's you! Remember me?! Soooo nice to see your profile come up..can you believe that we have matched on this! Anyway would be great to see you. Are you free this weekend? :)


Taken aback at her forwardness, especially as it had taken a few moments or so to recognise and remember her, Jason was admittedly flattered. She obviously liked him! No other woman had shown much of an interest in him since university....maybe Jo was the one after all?


Hey Jo! That sounds great! Where shall we meet?


So the date was arranged. Jason knew that this was the first date that he'd have for years, apart from Charlotte - the cute blonde who rejected him soon after - and one other friend of a colleague who he'd been out with once but couldn't stand, around three years ago. Any guy with so little contact with women for that long but with a healthy sexual appetite will become a regular masturbator, which is what Jason was. There was no shame in that, every man did it! However, the difference was that he pleasured himself to videos, pictures, thoughts in his head of women's feet. Over the course of a few years, he had conditioned himself to finding and purchasing clips of women humiliating men under their feet, forcing them to lick and suck their soles and toes. His fetish had developed from finding feet attractive - as he'd done at uni and before this - to actually fantasising about women dominating and humiliating him with their sexy bare feet. Undoubtedly, this was a major factor in his confidence with women being at an all time low.

So it made sense to meet up with Jo Hancock. She wasn't intimidating or out of his league - far from it! If anything, he felt some renewed confidence knowing that there was a girl who clearly wanted to be with him. Determined to push aside his foot fetish and avoid any foot-related self-pleasure for three whole days, Jason actually felt optimistic before his date with Jo. Maybe he didn't really have that much of a fetish but had allowed it to grow because he hadn't had opportunities with women, like Jo! The two met up at Frankie and Benny's for lunch, then went to see a Beatles tribute show at the theatre. Unfortunately, Jason had a feeling in his belly the moment he saw her outside London Waterloo station. She's not hot.

Yet, in her own way, not unattractive. Her horsey face and wrinkles around the eyes were almost cute. Maybe it was that his standards were much lower. Perhaps, a '5 out of 10' did not seem that bad to him now. Yet, listening to talk over lunch, as she chewed too loudly over her sausages and mash, he questioned whether he was doing the right thing.

"You ok?" She asked him, a look of doubt and concern on her freckly face. "Have I said something?"

"No, no, not at all!" Jason replied reassuringly, trying to make an effort to be genial and interested. They continued to chat, mostly one-sided as Jo seemed to love to talk - maybe out of nerves. Anyway, this felt different to the time they last saw each other. Jo seemed to pick up on it too, making references to the fact that he was a little quieter, didn't seem as sure of himself. If anything, this made him admire her, to be so straight-talking and upfront. It was a side of her he had never known.

While they sat next to each other during the Beatles show, he contemplated making a move. Eventually he stretched out an arm and wrapped it over her, which made her smile and nod with approval. She leaned in close to him, whispering in his ear.

"Do you know how long I've waited for you to do that?" She sighed happily, nestling against him. By the end of the show, Jason was genuinely confused about what he should do. Did he want to date Jo? Was it that he simply hadn't had a girl for so long, he was willing to settle for her? Either way, they went for a drink before parting ways. When he did, she held onto his hand expectantly, raising her eyebrows, but he couldn't bring himself to do the full-on kiss, out of uncertainty mostly. But also, he didn't want her to get the impression that he wanted to date her now, especially when he was far from convinced. So he gave her a peck on the cheek instead, which she seemed to be more hurt by.


Now sitting in at the bar with a pint of beer, Jason sat alone, lost in his own thoughts. Jo wouldn't be on yet. Even though she was the manager of the ents (people who did the singing, dancing etc. at the holiday camp), she would still be involved in the songs and performances. When she came on, Jason almost grimaced. With her hair and makeup she looked more horse-like than ever. With a huge goofy grin on her face, she waved out her jazz hands, giving him a wink. Smiling awkwardly in return, he was sure a couple of guys were sniggering at her. Still this was the woman who he had just sniffed and licked the socks of, while jerking off. That gives him no right to judge her! Trying his best to ignore the fact that she looked like a pixie-horse with a poodle's haircut and in a ridiculous blue princess dress, he went over in his head what happened with Jo after their non-date in London...


Jason exchanged several polite messages with her over the next couple of weeks, feeling more and more resolute that he couldn't have this girl as a girlfriend. Maybe it was the impetus he needed to get back on the dating horse, pun not intended! So, Jason did that, meeting up with another couple of girls from match.com, while Jo messaged him occasionally. Then, he finally met someone who he liked and seemed to have reciprocal feelings! Deb was a petite brunette with a lovely hour-glass figure and pretty face. On their first date, she straight up told him that she had two children; although this could have put many off, Jason wasn't to be deterred. Although he taught older kids, he didn't mind one bit. That night, Jason and Deb made out in the taxi home, Jason relieved to feel a slight stiffening his pants while he snogged Deb's face off her.

By the third date, to which Jason had brought flowers over, the two made out again, not going beyond first base. As it had been a while for Jason, he didn't mind one bit. A text message the next day broke his heart - Deb basically explaining that she's not feeling there's enough spark between them and that it's over. Dejected but understanding, he replied, assuaging her of any guilt. Why had he been so stupid? Deb was clearly out of his league, even with two children. Guys like him shouldn't punch so far above their weight! Feeling low, he sent Jo a message, just asking how she was doing.


I'm great! Best I've been in aggggges! I've got a new boyfriend, and he's ace! How about you? Seeing anyone? :)


It was as though she knew and was adding salt into the wound. But she wasn't - Jo was kind, sweet and was obviously genuinely happy to be seeing someone, even though that made it a tough pill to swallow for Jason.

After exchanging a few polite messages, he knew it was best to back off. That night however, he had a very vivid dream where he was knelt down at the end of Jo's bed, licking her bare soles up and down from the heels to the toes, swallowing every sweaty, leathery drop with relish and loving every moment! He woke up rock hard. Within seconds he jerked off to the thought, smell and taste of Jo Hancock's feet - well, how he imagined them at least! For the next three nights he had very similar dreams, each time, he masturbated to Jo's feet, feeling both thrilled and confused by the whole experience. Not able to contain it any longer, he decided to write her message.


Hey Jo! Had a funny dream last night...you made me kneel down and kiss your feet! It was like you were the queen and I was your servant!


Sending it was a risk...what if she was disgusted? Luckily, she replied not long after.


Ha! That's hilarious! I am totally a queen, you know. Like a Disney queen! Not sure I would let you be my servant though, my boyfriend might get a little jealous! ;)


His heart racing, Jason continued the text message exchange, making it increasingly clear with every message that he was besotted with her, without actually saying her. He messaged things such as 'As your loyal servant...' or 'I bow down at your feet....' It was all very exciting, a new way for Jason to explore his fetish. The fact that it was with Jo - a girl he didn't even find attractive, save for her feet - made it even more strangely compelling and wonderfully embarrassing.


As Jo finished off another number, 'A Whole New World' from Aladdin, he became suddenly aware that she had been looking at him through the entire song. Disney princess indeed - she did mention that she was one back in those flirty messages some months ago! Perhaps this was it, his new place in life was to be the footman of an ugly stepsister? As Jo announced to the crowd that this was the last song, Jason quickly began summarising in his head how he got from messaging Jo Hancock to now staying with her in Folkestone...


The turning point had been when Jo announced that she had broken up with her boyfriend. Of course Jason expressed concern but internally he was torn...was he pleased or did this now put some pressure on him? He liked flirting with her, knowing that she was taken for. He had jerked off to her feet, sometimes imagining them while reading a text message from her, dozens of times now. Jo Hancock had become his fantasy, something he never believed would happen. But now the fantasy seemed to be over...


I need a guy who will treat me like a princess. Who will pamper me...not argue with me. Someone who will literally bow down to me...Any ideas? ;)


It was too much. Not only did Jason declare his infatuation with her, but he also admitted he had a foot fetish. Having never told a living soul this before, it was a tremendous risk. Somehow it paid off...


That explains so much! I don't have a problem liking feet AT ALL! As long as they're my feet...


So, the two arranged to meet again, now a few month after their non-date in London. The dynamic had changed between the two. Back in 2006, she was enamoured with him whereas he barely noticed her. A few months ago, she was more outspoken, as though she knew what she wanted, but didn't show any signs that she would willingly dominate him. Now, she was casually calling him a servant and expecting him to literally bow down before her.

Surely though, this was what he had always wanted? Not with Jo Hancock though. She would be the last girl he had encountered in his life to be a willing submissive slave of. Still, beggars can't be choosers, he reasoned as he arranged to visit her - he driving out to her, partly because she told him to, but also because she couldn't drive, and was at the Ents centre at Folkestone for at least a few more months. On the drive to see her, he genuinely wasn't sure how it would be. Would he be more assertive and show that this queen-servant dynamic was just role play? She clearly fancied him for years, so maybe she was expecting him to be more dominant in person! Due to the traffic and arriving late, he met her already barefoot and in a vest top with shorts. She was visibly annoyed that she was heading out in fifteen minutes, but had made him a chicken stir fry. Before he knew it, she was heading out, giving him a quick wave goodbye and an unreadable expression on her face.

So that was where we came in - just minutes after this, he gave into temptation. Now, he sat watching Jo finish the final song that he didn't recognise to muted applause from the crowd. The other, younger Ents took over from there, doing a stand up comedy routine, while Jo went to the back. She appeared not long after, her hair straightened back out, still in her princess dress, which drew a few more sniggers as she rushed over to you.

"Jason! Did you enjoy the show?" She said breathlessly, sitting next to him and leaning forward.

Staring into her pretty blue eyes, Jason lied. "Yeah, it was great!"

She beamed. "Well, you're not a fair judge, being my number one fan." She winked at him. "Anyway, let's go back to mine - there's a LOT that we need to do..."


***



Yes, we have plenty to talk about - such as the fact that I was rubbing your sweaty socks all over my face, while jerking off...


"Jason, did you hear me?" Jo looked a little perplexed as she stared at Jason, her bright blue eyes burning into him. "I said, let's go back to my place."

"Yeah, of course, Jo!" He said brightly, grateful that he didn't actually say his dark thoughts aloud.

Following her out of the entertainment centre, Jason wasn't sure if people were staring or sniggering at him. Maybe it was his imagination but he was sure he heard a "neigh!" from one guy. Jo either didn't hear, or ignored it. Or, perhaps it never happened at all. It was clear that it was very much on Jason's mind how self-conscious he was with being attached to someone who was so horsey.

But was she really that unattractive? Jason had toyed with this thought over and over. True, years ago, he certainly did not fancy her, but since his dreams about licking her feet, sucking her toes...he had to admit that he was drawn to her. When he was younger, he would always - in a terrible, shallow way it must be said - decide whether a girl was hot enough based on what his friends thought. Picturing their reactions to him being with Jo Hancock right now - a girl who looked like a cross between a horse and a pixie creature made him groan a little inwardly. Still, he was older now and things had changed. He was in no position to pick and choose the most attractive girl he wanted, many lonely years of jerking off on his own to pictures and videos of women's feet had seen to that!

"I said...what song was your favourite?" Jo asked, giving him a gentle nudge in the ribs as they arrived at her chalet. It was pretty basic really - at least she didn't have to pay for her accommodation!

"Er, a whole new world," He replied quickly, realising that was the only song he definitely knew the name of. "You've got a great voice, you really do!

She beamed at him. "Ah, I love that one too! It's not easy you know, performing in front of so many people..." Jason bit his lip; there were at best twenty people scattered loosely around the entertainment centre, and only a handful of those were paying much attention. "I mean, doing a Performing Arts degree and being an Ents manager - you have to be confident around people. It's only in the last couple of years I've really found my voice, you know?"


Jason nodded as they walked through and sat down on the sofa next to one another. Yet he did not really know. In a retrograde fashion, he had become less confident and sure of himself since he had that non-date with Jo, back in 2006. Back then, he had more determination and recklessness about him. His foot fetish was a relatively minor aspect of his life, now it had grown and taken over parts of him which he never asked to. Now, his confidence - around women especially - was as low as it was when he was an awkward fourteen year old.

Giving him a curious look, Jo shook her dark blonde hair and readjusted it. "So, like I said....we have a lot to...do."

Gulping, he smiled at her, uncertain of what to do. Was she waiting for him to make the move? Did she expect to be seduced? Shaking away his nerves, he turned to face her, placing one hand on her thigh, giving her what he thought was a sultry look. "So...we do have a lot to do..."

Too quickly, a giggle escaped Jo's lips. "Oooh, Jason are you gonna seduce me? Is that what's gonna happen?"

"It sure is," he pressed on, trying his best to ignore the giggle and hope that it was due to her excitement. "Now, let me help you out of these clothes..." He slid his hand along the top of her thigh and began to gently lift up her light blue Disney princess dress. In a few moments, he could see her black underwear beneath it, her athletic, slender looking thighs now in full view.

"You sure this is what you want?" Jo gave him a confused look. "You want to take charge, or would you rather I did?"

"Er, I mean, yeah I do..." He said, his hesitation nearly costing him. Although it would be tempting to surrender and admit that he wanted to be dominated by her, he could't quite bring himself to do it. Sure she had a nice, slender figure but Jo was really not very good looking at all, especially as he thought again about how horsey she looked.

I am out of her league, he mused to himself. But he shook that thought away; it was juvenile and pathetic. Leagues don't exist! Realising that he could still save some face here by pretending to be more dominant than he really was, he pressed on gamely. Looking her in the eyes, he leaned forward and kissed her passionately, swirling his tongue around to intertwine with hers.

Jo let out a small gasp of pleasure as she reciprocated the kiss, giggling as she pulled him over her so he was practically on top of her, still on the sofa. With such large teeth, Jason tried not to wince as she made loud, 'smacking' sounds with her lips, dragging her tongue from side to side inside his mouth.

"Hmmmm, maybe I can let you...take over," She sighed. "I wasn't sure if those messages...if they....were role play?"


Turning to stone for a moment, Jason considered his options. Tell her the truth, that it was not role play, and actually serving her feet as though she were a queen would be a wonderful fantasy for him. On the other hand....he could actually keep up the pretence that it was all just role play and in fact, he was a 'real' man who wanted to seduce her the traditional way. She was a princess - dressed like one literally in this case - and he could be her Prince Charming...

Jason leaned forward again and kissed her with enthusiasm, causing her to moan softly. Moving his hand around her groin, he gently spread out his fingers over her panties to explore around this area. With the girls he had been with, Jason was never exactly a stud, but he did know how to pleasure women.

Jo's breaths became more rapid and her moans louder. "Jason...Jason...you've always been the one. I've loved you...loved you for years..."

This caused Jason to arch his head back; he couldn't go through with it. Looking at him quizzically, Jo shot up an arm to steady him on his shoulder.

"What's wrong, love? What is it?" Her pretty blue eyes widened, making the creases around them even more pronounced than usual. "Did I...say too much?"

"It's not you," Jason lied. Before he could complete the cliche, it was already too late. "It's...me."

Jo rolled her eyes at this. "Yeah, I've heard that one before. So how is it me?"

Taking a breath and realising that it was only fair to Jo to be honest, Jason gave her an uncertain look. "Jo...those messages...it wasn't...role play."

She observed him shrewdly. "I'm confused, Jason. So why-"

"I didn't know how I would feel until I saw you, until I was...with you..." He interrupted her, which only made her more abrasive.

"Didn't know how you would feel? What the hell does that mean? I know how I feel about you, Jason Goddard. I love you - I've been in love with you for years. You're the cutest, smartest guy that I've ever been remotely close to in my life. The other boyfriends I've had, not that there've been many, have been dicks. They've wanted sex and they've got sex. They've dominated me - expected me to be some submissive little loser who will suck their cock whenever they click their finger. Plus, none of them have been close to how good looking you are."


Jason felt a touch of pride. He was better looking than he gave himself credit for. His issues with confidence were not due to how he thought he looked however, it was due to his burgeoning foot fetish which had gradually convinced him that he could never satisfy a 'hot' girl. Yet, this was full on - they had never been close. Clearly, he had meant a lot more to her at university than she had to him!

"So, after you started sending those text messages, I was so intrigued! Here you are, the man of my dreams offering to be my servant! I thought you were joking at first. Then, when you kept it going, I started to think maybe there's a chance with you. I mean, a few months back when we met in London, I couldn't tell if you just weren't interested or just totally unsure of yourself. But those messages, you gave me this confidence - you made me feel like I was a queen who should be treated right! So, I broke up with my boyfriend. He was such a dick." She rolled her eyes at this.

Jason tried to interject but she silenced him with a look. "Then you let your little secret slip...." At this point, she let out a nervous laugh. "Again, I wasn't sure if it was part of some game or just a bit of fun. So, I had to know for sure - the only way I could tell what you wanted, whether it was just to get an easy lay, or to actually be my devoted servant, or if it was to be my actual boyfriend, the man of my dreams....I had to see you."

"So...like I said, I didn't how I would feel until I...saw you..." His words trailed off as Jo slipped off each of her black plimsolls, revealing her bare feet. "I mean, like I said, I wasn't sure..."

Jo giggled. "What's wrong, lost your train of thought?" As she spoke, she lifted up her feet and then placed them in his lap. "So do you have a foot fetish or not? Was that not role-play also?"

Thoughts of rubbing Jo's sweaty socks all over his face returned as he breathed in the slightly cheddary, leathery scent that emanated from her bare feet. He began to speak but Jo interrupted him.

"I've had a looong night singing and dancing. Would you like to rub my feet?" This was the first time that Jason had seen Jo's bare feet, let alone had them in his lap. Instantly, a boner began to build in his pants, making Jo giggle louder as she felt it nudge against her heels. All thoughts of Jo not being the most attractive woman, or having a horsey mouth, or cheekbones that were too high evaporated immediately. Jason had to admit, these were gorgeous feet!

"You like?" Jo said with a smile, it widening as Jason nodded as if in reverence of her feet. "Like I said, you can rub them now if you want?"


The mood seemed to have shifted. Jo was starting to take control and Jason had to admit that he liked it. It felt natural, reassuring even, that she had now taken the lead and that he was in a subservient position to her.

"Uh, sure," He mumbled. Jason wrapped both hands around Jo's right foot, finding it pleasantly soft in his fingers. He slid his hands around the whole foot, from the heel up to the toes, not really sure of where to begin. Then he remembered his ex girlfriend from years ago, Vicki - he gave her many foot rubs. Using one hand to steady her foot, he began kneading his thumbs against the centre of her slightly-wrinkled sole. There was no denying it - Jo's feet were even better than he had imagined in his dreams! They were soft yet powerful, cheesy-smelling yet gloriously-scented.

"I think I've got my answer," Jo said softly, her expression one of contentment. "So your foot thing....I totally accept. You've got nothing to worry about."

Jason smiled, feeling more grateful as ever as he pressed gratefully away at her bare sole, loving every feel of each finger on her foot. "Thank you, Jo."

"I've always thought that you were such a hottie. Honestly, to have the biggest crush in my life rub my feet is kinda hard to process. I love you - I have for years. And now you're mine! You're gonna be my boyfriend! A boyfriend who I fancy the pants of, is kind and sweet and gives the best foot rubs in the world! I've hit the jackpot!" Jo sighed happily as she leaned back, stretching out her toes a little. "Man, you and I are gonna have a LOT of fun together!"

An uneasy feeling swirling around his stomach, Jason didn't know what to say. Surely, he had made it clear that the messages were not role-play and he very much wanted to serve her like a queen, not be her actual boyfriend! Then again, her interpretation of him being a devoted servant to her was probably very much akin to entering a loving relationship together. Feeling torn; on the one hand, her feet were beautiful, yet to actually be her boyfriend, to be seen with her in public...

"So tomorrow, d'you wanna meet my parents? They'll be so excited! The only other boyfriends I've introduced them to have been such losers." Jo chuckled, giving him a cheerful smile. "Don't worry, they'll think you're awesome. It's only me who will know about your fetish - I won't even tell my two sisters!" She added, assuming that Jason's lack of enthusiasm was due to fear of his secret being revealed.

"Jo, I..."

"So how long have you had a foot fetish for?" Jo asked, a look of eager curiosity on her face. "I want to know EVERYTHING! Everything about your fetish, everything about you; everything!"


Letting out an awkward sigh, Jason looked Jo in the eyes as realised he had to make a decision right now. Could he pretend to be actual boyfriend, rather than fulfil this fantasy of being a foot slave to her?


***



And this is my girlfriend, Jo. Jason tried to look pleased as he pictured the mocking faces of his friends, the surprised expressions on his parents' faces. Jo Hancock, my...girlfriend.


"Jo..." Jason cleared his throat, interrupting her from her babbling about how much she wanted to know about her new, supposed boyfriend. "Jo...I...I don't think this will...work..."

The happy expression on her face was wiped clean in an instant. "What are you talking about? I love you. You love me, you love my feet! You do love me, right?"

Even with her sumptuous sole in his hands, Jason could not keep up the facade any longer. "Jo, I-"

Her blue eyes narrowed as she interrupted him. "We've been through this, right? You sent those messages because you want to sweep me off my feet, to love my feet!" She added with a sudden giggle. "C'mon, Jason. You wanna treat me like a princess! You want me to be your Foot Queen, right?"

"I...do," Jason swallowed thickly. "But that's different to being your...your boyfriend," He added, wincing a little as Jo leaned forward, practically seething.

"Different to being my boyfriend? How?! You love me. Say it, say that you love me!" Jo was looking a little wild as her countenance changed to one of incredulity.

"I...don't," Jason said in a small voice. Despite it all, he still had a hard-on. Feeling like a total bastard, he gave her an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry...I don't."

Staring at him for a few seconds, Jo's face slowly morphed from anger to satisfaction. "You don't love me...yet." She said with triumph.

"Yet?! What do you...mean?" Jason gasped at her, expecting to receive a torrent of verbal abuse. Was she really expecting him to still be her boyfriend?!"

"You'll want to by boyfriend by the time I've had some fun with you, Jason. You'll be begging me to," Jo still had a slight scowl on her face, but she was controlling her emotions rather well. Better than Jason would ever have expected.

"OK...so...some fun?" Jason couldn't help but ask.

"Oh yeah, boy," She winked at him. "Follow me into the bedroom..."

Jo promptly stood up and yanked off her Disney princess dress. Revealing her small lacy black pants and a tight white vest top, Jason couldn't help but admire her athletic figure and toned arse as she walked into the next room. For a moment, he considered leaving there and then. It would be panful, but at least he could save some face before any real humiliation But it was a fleeting moment; it was like asking a dog to refuse a juicy bone. Wandering into her bedroom after her, Jason humbly stood in front of her bed, which she was lying seductively on.

"I've dreamed of having you in my room for so long, Jasey," she purred. "I always imagined that you would tear my clothes off, take me in your arms and make passionate love to me. Now, I still want that from you. But I know that I need to something for you first..."

Gulping, he watched a little numbly as she leaned forward, grabbing him by both arms and threw him onto the bed. She was surprisingly strong, considering how skinny she was. With a wide smile on her face, Jo began to straddle him, grinding her hips around which made him moan a little. She leaned in close to him so that she could whisper in his ear.

"You want me to fuck you, or do you want my feet?" Her words caused him to let out an involuntary moan, which made her giggle.

"Your...your feet..." He whispered back, feeling his dick twitch and harden even more at the very thought.

"Whatever you say, boyfriend," Jo giggled again as she slowly sat up, repositioning her legs so that her bare soles could hover just a few inches above Jason's mouth, which was practically drooling at this point. He allowed her strong scent to completely fill his nostrils and flood into his brain. It was glorious! A mixture of cheddar and vinegar...on paper that didn't sound too appealing, but it was exactly what he wanted and needed, dominating his sense of smell. Inhaling deeply, he was too enamoured to move his head forward and do anything other than savour the moment.

"What do you want to do? Smell them, kiss them? Lick them?" Jo enquired, wiggling her toes, knowing that she was in an extremely powerful position.

"I...I...p...please..." He whined up at her, feeling his cock twitch even more, especially when she carefully unzipped his flies, reached into his boxers so she could wrap her hand around his throbbing member.

"Oh my!" She giggled. "You really do love my feet! You really do love me!" Still hovering her feet tantalisingly close to his trembling mouth, she pouted at him. "You want to taste them? Right?"

"Pleeasseee!" He whimpered up at her, this time trying to feebly lift up his head, but he was too turned on by Jo Hancock and her feet to move one iota.

Looking down at him with both enjoyment and amusement, it was obvious that Jo had never expected this level of adoration for her feet. "Tell you what, I'll lower my feet and let you lick them if you tell me something..."

"A-anything!" He spluttered up at her, sticking out his tongue to try to reach her feet but in vain.

"Tell me. Tell me you love me. I want you to say it, to shout it, to scream it! I want to hear you screaming it at the top of your lungs while I give your dick a couple of strokes..."

It was too much for Jason Goddard. Despite a small uneasy feeling in his gut, he knew that he couldn't refuse or deny her. "I...love you," He said softly, licking his lips in anticipation. A 'hmph' noise from Jo made him redouble his efforts. "I love you!"

Jo tutted. "I want to hear you shout it, to scream it, remember!" She lowered her feet for a split-second so they brushed against Jason's lips but she quickly hoisted them back up again an inch so that his tongue was frustratedly out of reach.

"I love you! I love you! I LOVE you!" He attempted to make his voice as loud as possible.

"Better...more!" She giggled down at him.

"I LOVE YOU! I LOOOOOVE YOU!!" Jason found himself shouting like a madman, his voice reverberating around the room, as Jo nodded with approval.

"Good boy," she murmured before lowering down both feet so they were millimetres from his mouth - just close enough so he could stick out his eager tongue and hungrily, desperately lap it against as much of her heavenly soles as possible. Soon, far, far too soon, he felt his whole body start to convulse and his dick begin to spurt its load directly up in the air, with just several tugs from Jo's hand. She managed to move slightly out of the way, so that the semen shot up then dropped directly over his boxers. Having masturbated only around an hour ago, Jason felt both ashamed and embarrassed by how quickly he took to cum.

Jo observed him for a moment, perhaps wondering why so little cum came out of his dick but simply shrugged as she swivelled back round and cuddled up to her companion.

"Wow, Jason," she breathed into his ear. "You really love my feet! And you love me too!" She said in a gushing voice, reaching behind her for some tissues and cleaning up your mess before refastening your boxers and trousers.

Wanting to say something but not having the heart to, Jason stayed silent, still in a state of post-orgasmic serenity. Yet the doubts were already creeping in. Jo's feet were admittedly amazing but...everything else? Could he really just accept that he was her loving boyfriend now, someone who would walk willingly around shopping centres and dutifully taking her to her parents', while he made awkward small talk. And introducing her to his family and friends...knowing that they would be laughing about her behind his back... Sighing, he tried his best to ignore those thoughts while Jo returned to his side.

"Spoon me," she told him, breathing heavily before turning on her side to him. Obliging, he spooned her, feeling physically close to her yet emotionally more alone and confused than ever. Did he truly want her just for her feet? And if so, did that make him a bad person?

"I love how much you love my feet," Jo said, sighing happily. "It's perfect - it means I know that I can pleasure you soooo much. The look on your face when you came...you were in so much ecstasy! Don't worry..." She giggled. "You'll have your turn to pleasure me soon..."

"I masturbated earlier. While I was sniffing your socks," Jason suddenly announced. "I...I'm that pathetic that I've masturbated while wiping your dirty socks all over my face while I jerked off."

It was an impulsive tactic. Acutely aware that Jo was talking casually like they were really boyfriend and girlfriend, it was a desperate attempt of making her see him as so pathetic that she would lose interest on him. It didn't work...

"Aww, baby!" She turned towards him so they were facing side on, her hand stroking his face. "You're that into me and my feet? Even before I let you lick them? Wow, you and I are the perfect match! I told you that we were, those few months back when we met in London, when you pretended not to be into me." She tutted playfully at him, apparently completely unconcerned by his reveal.

"You...you don't care? You don't think I'm...pathetic?!" He tried to keep his voice calm and not too high-pitched.

She grinned. "Yeah I do. And I love it! I love that you're besotted with me and my feet! You are going to be the PERFECT boyfriend for me, Jason Goddard. There's no way I'm letting anyone else get your claws into you now. You're MINE! Now, tell me you love me."


"I..love...you," He murmured with a shudder, completely overawed by this woman's persistence. Did she honestly believe that she could convince him that he loved her?

"I told you that you would!" She said, her smile turning into more of a smirk. "You'll do whatever I say, right?" She pressed her face up against his, grabbing the back of his neck to give him a long, passionate kiss. "I've never felt so...powerful! Yeah, that's the word - powerful! When I sat on your stomach, my feet in your face and saw you drooling over them, I felt like a queen! Your Foot Queen!"

For a moment, Jason wondered if she would take a u-turn, accept that he was just enamoured with her feet, not with her. Perhaps this was all part of the role-play - him pretending to be love with her? He didn't get time to contemplate this for long as she suddenly rolled on top of him, straddling him once more, this time erection-less on his part!

"You're my boyfriend! And you love me, right? Now, it's your turn to pleasure me...." With a squeal, Jo slid forward and spread her legs so that her hot pussy, which was already dripping a little, was lowered down towards his face.

"Please...Jo...please!" He groaned. Jason had never been a fan of servicing oral sex to a woman; he was happy using his fingers, or his dick on the few occasions where he had got laid. Eating pussy was something that made him gag - it was the smell, the taste....nothing like licking Jo's feet!

She took his groans for more pleasurable pleas, laughing as she lowered down, so that her dripping clit was shoved right in his face. Inhaling the fishy, sour stench, Jason gagged but managed to keep his food down. It was clear what Jo wanted; she wanted him to lick her out. And so he did, not without reluctance and hesitation and many a time where he thought he was going to vomit. Jo wailed and moaned all the while, her screams becoming louder and louder so that the bed and walls were shaking. Someone even knocked on the wall adjacent to the pair, but Jo did not seem to notice, or care.


After seven or eight minutes, she came, squirting her love juices all over Jason's face until he was a whimpering, cum-covered mess. Sighing with total satisfaction, she dropped down next time, clasping his hand tight while she inhaled and exhaled deeply, regaining her breath and control.

Staying silent and covered in her juices, Jason felt more helpless than ever. This is not what he wanted! When he came to visit Jo Hancock in Folkestone, he naively imagined himself bowing before her, kissing and licking her feet, while she giggled appreciatively. Yes it was selfish, but had he known that he would have licked out Jo's smelly pussy he would never have made the journey!

Hazily grabbing some tissues, Jo mopped absently at Jason's face, removing most of the fluids, before leaning in for a deep kiss. Jason grimaced at the thought of her tasting her own snatch, but she didn't seem to mind.

"You are the best," she sighed. "The best boyfriend in the world. What would I do without you?" She snuggled up close to him, squeezing his hand tight once more.

His heart racing, Jason knew that he only had himself to blame for being in this predicament. Could he really find the balls to admit to her that he wasn't in love with her, and was only saying it because she basically made him?


***



"Jo, I, er...I...." Jason took a breath as he stared at Jo, at her horsey face and pixie-like features.

She grinned at him. "Yes, boyfriend....what d'you wanna tell me? That you love me?"


How could he say it? NO - HE DID NOT WANT TO BE HER BOYFRIEND! He had only told her the he loved her because he was seduced...did she really expect him to fall in love this way?! Deep down, Jason knew that this was for the best...even though it would mean sacrificing licking her glorious bare feet...


"I...I don't want to be your boyfriend...." He mumbled, finding it too difficult to look her in the eye. Sensing her bristling with anger, he turned with trepidation to meet her eye.

Jo was staring straight ahead, a resolute look on her face. "No," she said simply.

"Jo, it's not that simple!" Jason could feel his heart racing as he finally decided to let loose. "I love your feet - yes, they are beautiful! That orgasm you gave me was...unbelievable! But it does not mean that I love you, or want to be your boyfriend!"

"But you said," Jo spoke in an unnervingly quiet voice. "That you loved me."

"Only because you made me!" He practically shouted. "Look, I know that it's not what you want to her - and I am truly sorry for leading you on - but I didn't come here to be your boyfriend! I came here to...you know..."

She turned to face him, her face livid. "Came here for what? To fuck me over? To use me for my feet, like I'm a piece of meat, some property that it just a convenience?! You are a piece of shit, Jason Goddard!"

"I'm not, I'm not!" The anxious man found himself pleading with Jo Hancock. "It's-"

"What, that I'm not good looking enough? Yeah, I've heard that before." She glowered at him. "You're embarrassed to be out with me? Yeah, you may be attractive Jason but you're a coward. If you're that afraid of what other people think..."

"I'M NOT AFRAID!" Jason roared at her, startling even himself with his vehemence. She had struck a nerve; Jo was right but he didn't want her to know that was a reason. "Anyway, I think it's best if I just..."

"Yeah, go on, if that's what you want," she told him in a cold voice, her eyes sparkling with tears. "Just remember that you could have had me - all of me - including my feet! You're never gonna find someone else who accepts your foot fetish...and even...loves you for it!" Her voice was choked with tears. With that, Jo stormed into her bathroom, leaving him with an opening to hastily gather his things and get out of there.

On the drive home, Jason felt like a scumbag. She was right - he truly was a piece of shit! Everything she said was right: he went over to see her to get some foot action, not to declare his undying love for her and agree to be her soulmate and partner. Selfishly, he couldn't get the image out of his head of her meeting his friends, family...their reaction to her...some of his outspoken friends would be unable to hide that she was a '4 at best' - meaning a four out of ten in terms of looks. How could he explain to them all that she had amazing feet, which for him was an important factor?!

When he got back, he sent her an apologetic message. No reply. The next day, we received a torrent of abuse from her; she had been clearly saving this up to unleash upon him! In short, she was disgusted with him, that he was no better than a jerk looking for a one night stand - in fact he was worse because he knew her, knew how fragile she was, which didn't stop him from using her! He sent another apologetic reply, which only led to a several paragraph essay on why did he bother to visit her, what did he think would happen...and so on. After a few more messages of this ilk, Jason resolved to send only brief, delayed messages - no point fuelling the fire!

No point trying to meet any more women. Let's face it, a foot pervert like you deserves pornhub.com and foot fetish stories on Writing.com...

Unfortunately, he was too weak to avoid cutting contact with Jo too. He found himself dreaming about her feet constantly, masturbating countless time to the smell, feel and taste of them. She had etched an indelible mark on him and it would not just go away! Slipping back into 'role-play', he began begging her not to tell his secret of having a foot fetish. She assured him that she wouldn't, that she would NEVER do that to him; she seemed oblivious to the fact that she could use this to seduce him, to tempt him to visit her, to see her glorious feet...

Jason, do you WANT me to tell people that you have a foot fetish? Even if you do, I'm never going to!

It was clear that Jo would only want to see Jason again, strictly as a friend, or as a boyfriend - nothing in between! Exasperated, contact died down again, though he could not resist the semi-regular message, asking her how she was, sometimes pushing it to how much he'd love to give her a foot rub, after her feet were tired from running. Sometime she encouraged it, sometimes she forced him back on the subject of being her boyfriend...

Out of the blue, Jason met someone. Someone totally different to Jo. Megan was smart, cute and exactly what he would want in a girlfriend. He met her at a bar, when out with a few friends, something he had unsuccessfully tried before and pretty much given up on.

"Fuck, she is hot!" One his friends, Mark, told him. "Did you get her number?"

He had, and he met up with her the next day. Although they hadn't had sex, they had kissed, and he felt besotted with her. Megan was a lawyer, was very sure of herself and seemed to like him! After a couple more dates, he was round at her house, watching a DVD.

"It really does puzzle me, you know. Why you haven't had many girlfriends," Megan stated, finishing of the tub of Ben and Jerry's ice cream. Phish food of course.

He had been very open to her about his unsuccessful love life. It had not seemed to deter her, in fact it had spurred her on! She was looking to settle down with a 'nice, normal guy'. And Jason was just that - well, the first part for sure. As for normal, well that was entirely interpretative. On the face of it he WAS normal - he was reminded constantly that he was such 'normal' guy. An 'average' guy one could say. This was part of the facade he maintained, that he was regular, that he did not have any kinkiness about him such as a foot fetish...

"Just haven't had much luck. Or met the right person," he told her casually. "I mean, there has been the occasional fling here and there..."

She giggled. "Occasional fling! Wow, you're such a stud!" Punching his arm playfully she pressed him to continue. "Go on, who was your latest?"

Jason gave a very selective version of his experiences with Jo, of course omitting any foot-related details.

Nodding, she gave you a smile. "She just wasn't girlfriend material then?"

Spot on! Megan - well she was exactly girlfriend material. Very attractive, successful, cute, smart...he smiled at her playfully while grabbing one of her socked feet and began pressing his thumbs against the sole.

"Oooh, you could be the best boyfriend ever!" She gushed, which made his heart race even more. "Keep the sock on though. I hate feet."

He froze. "Sock on? Hate feet?" He swallowed thickly.

She giggled again. "Uh, yeah! It's OK, just massage my foot with the sock on - it's no biggie!"

Little did she know, he thought darkly. Then again, maybe it was for the best; perhaps this was fate's way of assuring him that his foot fetish did not need to be revealed, that it would be something to ruin this potentially great relationship. Even still, after he gave Megan a goodnight kiss, he could not help but feel frustrated and deprived. He imagined her bare feet, how soft and cute they would be. As he went to sleep that night, the image of how Megan's feet would look was replaced by that of Jo Hancock's. Her horsey face was practically braying as she lifted up her bare feet, pointing down at the floor for him to kneel on while he lapped them up and down. As if on cue, his phone beeped.


How's it going? Met a new girlfriend yet?


He hadn't actually mentioned Megan yet, as he didn't want to hurt her feelings. However, now, with his phone in one hand, fully erect cock in the other, he felt himself capitulating.


I have...well I've started seeing someone. But she's not you.


In what way, Jason?


I'll be honest Jo. It's her feet. She won't let me near her feet. Not without socks on!



It seemed like an eternity until she replied. Had he gone too far?! His cock still twitching, he felt hot shame and guilt pour over him when he saw a message appear, not from Jo but from Megan...


Hey you! Thanks again for another awesome evening! Really can't wait to see you again soon...although my socks won't come off, next time I promise that something else will... xxx

Here he was, messaging Jo Hancock, while a girl who was clearly into him was practically promising him a sexual favour the next time he saw her! He was about to reply to the gorgeous brunette when Jo's new message - several paragraphs worth - interrupted him...

Let's face it, Jason. You're never gonna have a normal girlfriend. You'll want to kiss and lick her feet, won't you? I know you've been dreaming of my feet - you've told me enough times! You're not the guy I thought you were when you came to see me - I honestly thought that you'd sweep me off my feet and your foot thing was just a little quirk. But it's not - it's who you are. I accept it now - that you're not gonna be my boyfriend. I tried to make you but you're not the boyfriend type. And I accept it - accept that I don't want you as my boyfriend any more, but as my slave."


Jason took a breath, he could barely believe what he was reading!


So ditch this girl you've started seeing. She's never gonna let you worship her feet like I will. Guys like you are not meant to be nice, normal boyfriends. You're meant to be slaves to women like me! Sack off work, come to Folkestone tomorrow and I will let you be my foot slave. I own you, and my feet own you - we both know it! Your place in life is to be under my feet. Accept it and embrace it, slave! Send me a grovelling reply and I'll let you visit me tomorrow...

His dick virtually exploding in his hand, Jason let out a whine. Jo had finally said exactly what he wanted to hear - that she would allow him worship her feet, rather than be her boyfriend! His heart pounding through his chest, he looked at the two names at the top of his message list: Jo and Megan. One of them he could serve the feet of and play out his foot fantasises, the other was potentially the perfect girlfriend who he could be proud to introduce his family and friends to.

Deep down, he knew what the right thing to do was...


***



His fingers trembling, Jason began to tap away on the keypad of his phone, the words just spewing out of him...

You win Jo you win! I humbly apologise for what I did please forgive me! Please give me another chance thank you so much for letting me be your foot slave I would love to be it forget about my girlfriend! I will break up with her it's you I want! Please please let me do this just tell me what to do!

Before he sent the message, his finger hovered for a moment. Was this a terrible mistake? Was this one of those pivotal moments in life, whereby making this decision, his future would irrevocably be affected? Looking over his incoherent babble, he felt a wave of defeat sweep over him. The message was sent and he held his breath to await the consequences.
If this was just role-play, then it was harmless after all....even though he did deep down want to be her slave!

Scrolling through his phone while waiting for Jo's reply, he read over a couple of messages from Megan - his girlfriend. Hey you! Thanks again for another awesome evening! Really can't wait to see you again soon...although my socks won't come off, next time I promise that something else will... xxx That was the last thing she sent him; a pang of regret began to grow on him...had he been too hasty...perhaps he should have waited to see what played out with Megan before sending such a grovelling, snivelling message to Jo Hancock....

His phone beeped, making his heart beat like a drum as he read Jo's reply:

You know what to do. First of all, break up with this so-called girlfriend. I would tell you to do it in person, but we both know you're too much of a weak coward to do that. So be a loser and message her, coward! Then, then I want you over here tomorrow. I have the day off and you will call in sick. Depending how well you grovel will depend on how much of a foot slave I'll let you be. Now break up with this girlfriend of yours and screenshot it to me. Do it now or I might change my mind about letting you see me tomorrow...

Practically whimpering in defeat, Jason did as he was told. Jo had fully got her claws into him now and he did not dare disobey her, knowing that one step out of line could prevent him from being at her feet...which, deep down, was exactly what he wanted! Even role-play with Jo, being at her feet...just the idea of it was enough to make him decide to ditch Megan. Typing the message to the gorgeous brunette wasn't easy, and he felt like pond scum for doing so. But he did it.

Sorry Megan, it's not you it's me. I just can't do this right now. It's nothing against you - it's my problem. Sorry to let you down and hope that we can be friends at some point.

The double light blue tick on the WhatsApp message showed that she had read it straight away. For a minute of so, he saw the 'typing...' text appear and disappear on the screen. Whatever she was replying, she was obviously unsure and torn about it. Another couple of minutes passed, and he got a brief, hurt response. He barely read over it; screen-shotting it instantly, he sent his and Megan's messages to Jo and held his breath. Would she be satisfied?

She was! So it was set - in the morning, he would call in sick and head back over to Folkestone. This time he would not screw it up...Jo had finally accepted that he was not boyfriend material but a guy destined to serve at her feet! She would allow him to have some foot fun without all the emotional complications...so much excitement in his heart actually helped him get to sleep. First thing the next day, he called in sick, feigning a vomiting bug that kept him up all night. He felt bad about it as it was first time that he'd ever pretended to be ill. Still, it was necessary! It was hard to say at this point if Jo had pounced on the idea of this foot slave role-play, knowing that it would entice him. What would the reality of it be like? The excitement and prospect of being at her feet outweighed anything else however!

The journey to Jo's Holiday Camp seemed to take an eternity. Perhaps the traffic was worse due to it being rush hour. Anyway, he arrived at around 9am, heart pounding as he made his way to the chalet that Jo was staying in. As she opened the door, a smirk on her face and no socks or shoes on her feet, Jason could not help but allow his eyes to travel downwards.

"I was starting to give up on you, slave," she said, tossing the last word in casually, which made him wince. She frowned. "What's wrong, slave? Thought you wanted to be my foot slave?"

"I do...I do," he replied in a quiet voice, ignoring the stares of a couple of passers by. "Er...can I come in?"

The horsey-faced woman winked at him dramatically, rolling her eyes as if to indicate this was all role-play. He found himself grinning, who cared if a couple of randoms overhead her? He turned round to shrug at their bemused faces before following Jo inside. Strolling ahead of him and plopping herself onto the couch, she pointed downwards, a glint in her eye that was hard to read. This seemed to be part of the role-play - Jo was clearly determined to stay in character!

"Kneel down, foot boy," she stated, an arrogant air about her. "Kneel down before me like the slave you are!"

His knees wobbling, Jason could not contain his excitement; this is exactly what he wanted! Last time he was here in Folkestone, this is what he imagined - serving Jo Hancock like a princess! Eagerly, he did exactly as instructed, his heart racing faster than ever as she stared up at her. Unable to disguise the grin on his face, he opened his mouth to speak but she silenced him with a look.

"You do not speak unless spoken to. If I ask you a direction, then you can answer. If you want to ask a question or say anything other an answer to me, then you put your hand in the air. Understood?" She gave him a stern look.

Nodding fervently, he found himself increasingly impressed with her. She had clearly thought about and possibly practised this act of talking down to him, being firm - teacher-like in fact, which was a nice touch, knowing his vocation - and basically treating him like an inferior creature.

"Good. Now you may speak when I tell you, to make your pledge. Make your pledge to me as your owner. Repeat after me. I, Jason Goddard am Jo Hancock's foot slave."

"I, er, Jason Goddard am Jo Hancock's...foot slave..." He replied a little awkwardly.

"I promise to do everything Jo tells me."

"I promise to do...everything that you, er, Jo tells me..."

This continued for a little while, Jason repeating back everything that Jo told him to. It all added to the thrill; he found himself getting hard just being in the position! Finally, she seemed satisfied that he was totally submissive to her and held out a bare foot in front of his face.

"You like my feet, don't you Jason?" She said, the glint returning to her eye.

"Yes...yes...I love your feet!" He gushed at her, pretty much salivating at the bare sole positioned just in front of his face. Allowing the cheddary scent to fill his nostrils, he licked his lips in anticipation.

She smirked. "And you would do anything for my feet, right?"

"Y-yes!" He found himself whining, leaning forward so that his mouth could be closer to her delectable, peachy sole. Jo's smirk widened as she pulled her leg back a little, wagging her finger at him.

"Ah, ah, ah! You do not touch my feet with your mouth or any part of my body until I allow you to. Understood?"

Disappointed but conscious not to show it, Jason nodded in affirmation.

"Now, I'm the boss. I make all the calls. The only call you need to make is one now to your school. You need to explain that you won't be in tomorrow or the rest of the week. Make up whatever you need to. But make it sound good. If you do, and it works, then you'll be allowed to worship my bare foot...." Jo wiggled her pinkies teasingly, making him whine louder than ever.

Before he spoke, he remembered to put his hand up. She shook her head in response...

"No, slave, no. You do not need to say anything to me right now. No, what you need to do is make a call to your Head teacher. Do it now before I get cold feet about having you here..."

Knowing that he simply couldn't resist her and had to lie to his boss - his actual boss - Jason jerkily pulled his phone out to make the call. If this was still role-play, which he was starting to have his doubts about, it was rather extreme. He smiled briefly...she probably just wanted him to pretend, to play along...

"Put it on speaker, slave," she said, a stern look on her face once more. "I want to hear everything."

He nodded dumbly as he found himself actually making the call! The School Secretary, who he always got on well with, seemed a bit bemused at first with his call but told him that she'd inform the Head. She even assured him that there was no need to contact the Head directly; she'd do it for him. The fact that he was never off work seemed to count in his favour, though he did need to bring in a doctor's note when he returned to work next week. Today was Wednesday; the doctor's note was a problem for another time.

"Well done slave, you've now earned your reward," Jo's smile was nearly as wide as her entire face as she extended her leg back out so that her bare, sumptuous sole was just inches from his face...

"Jo...Jo...this is still...role-play...right-"

A hard, stinging blow from her foot to the side of his face made him yelp in pain, and arch his head back. "Jo! What the..."

Similar to the last one, Jo swiped across with her foot on the other side of his face, her nails grazing against his cheek as he couldn't stop a cry of pain slipping out.

"You raise your hand if you need to speak to me, SLAVE!" Jo roared at him, seriously pissed off and raging at him. Her face had turned pink and she was actually scowling at him. "Every time you disobey me, I will punish you!"

Gulping, holding the side of his face that had just been struck, Jason didn't dare say another word. Presumably this was all part of the role-play. He nodded meekly at her, a smile appearing on his face before vanishing under her stern gaze. She was in Performing Arts and obviously is good at staying in character....either that or Jo did genuinely want to enslave him! Either way, Jason felt increasingly turned on, despite the pain that still lingered on both sides of his face.

"Now, slave, now you've done the right thing and kept quiet...now you can lick my...what is it?" She said these last words a touch irritably as Jason raised his hand.

"Please, Jo...er, what shall I call you..?" Jason said uncertainly.

Her eyes flickering, she stared at him with a smug look. "Princess Jo. That's what you will call me, slave."

"OK, Princess Jo. Is this role-play...I mean, you winked at me at the door before I came in...since then, the time off work that I've just been given...pretending to be ill...you've been... I mean, it's awesome and all..." His words trickled off as Jo put a finger to her lips.

"Hush, slave. You say too much. Now next time you raise your hand, it better be for something useful. Or I'll have to punish you again. Got it?" She raised an eyebrow at him, her eyes now hard as stone.

"Yes...er, Princess Jo," Jason replied, feeling a bit unsettled by the whole situation. Such uneasy thoughts were swept away as Jo pushed her bare foot forward, her toes wiggling and bouncing gently against his forehead and the centre of her sole pressed lightly on his lips.

Capitulating, and allowing himself to get lost in the moment, Jason moaned in ecstasy before sticking out his tongue and lapping up and down at Jo's perfect foot. The moment his tongue came in contact with her soft, slightly wrinkled sole, was confirmation to him: this was the right thing to do. The thoughts of Megan, of anything other than Jo Hancock's bare foot, were brushed aside as the bare foot he was ravenously licking took over. This was it...this was what he was meant for, to taste this slightly salty, delicious and simply divine foot! Licking her foot seemed so natural, so wonderful...his erection was already at full mast in just a few seconds of worshipping her.

"You are a natural slave," Jo stated matter-of-factly as he licked up and down. "When you were last here, I made the mistake of trying to make you my boyfriend. You're NOT boyfriend material! I've actually been considering getting back with my ex...I still might..."

Her words registered, but only faintly as he let out a whine while slaving away at her foot. Jo let out a giggle. "As I was saying, you're never going to be my boyfriend. No, you are only fit to be my slave. My foot slave. I've got you now, Jason and there's nothing you can do about it..."His fingers trembling, Jason began to tap away on the keypad of his phone, the words just spewing out of him...

You win Jo you win! I humbly apologise for what I did please forgive me! Please give me another chance thank you so much for letting me be your foot slave I would love to be it forget about my girlfriend! I will break up with her it's you I want! Please please let me do this just tell me what to do!

Before he sent the message, his finger hovered for a moment. Was this a terrible mistake? Was this one of those pivotal moments in life, whereby making this decision, his future would irrevocably be affected? Looking over his incoherent babble, he felt a wave of defeat sweep over him. The message was sent and he held his breath to await the consequences.
If this was just role-play, then it was harmless after all....even though he did deep down want to be her slave!

Scrolling through his phone while waiting for Jo's reply, he read over a couple of messages from Megan - his girlfriend. Hey you! Thanks again for another awesome evening! Really can't wait to see you again soon...although my socks won't come off, next time I promise that something else will... xxx That was the last thing she sent him; a pang of regret began to grow on him...had he been too hasty...perhaps he should have waited to see what played out with Megan before sending such a grovelling, snivelling message to Jo Hancock....

His phone beeped, making his heart beat like a drum as he read Jo's reply:

You know what to do. First of all, break up with this so-called girlfriend. I would tell you to do it in person, but we both know you're too much of a weak coward to do that. So be a loser and message her, coward! Then, then I want you over here tomorrow. I have the day off and you will call in sick. Depending how well you grovel will depend on how much of a foot slave I'll let you be. Now break up with this girlfriend of yours and screenshot it to me. Do it now or I might change my mind about letting you see me tomorrow...

Practically whimpering in defeat, Jason did as he was told. Jo had fully got her claws into him now and he did not dare disobey her, knowing that one step out of line could prevent him from being at her feet...which, deep down, was exactly what he wanted! Even role-play with Jo, being at her feet...just the idea of it was enough to make him decide to ditch Megan. Typing the message to the gorgeous brunette wasn't easy, and he felt like pond scum for doing so. But he did it.

Sorry Megan, it's not you it's me. I just can't do this right now. It's nothing against you - it's my problem. Sorry to let you down and hope that we can be friends at some point.

The double light blue tick on the WhatsApp message showed that she had read it straight away. For a minute of so, he saw the 'typing...' text appear and disappear on the screen. Whatever she was replying, she was obviously unsure and torn about it. Another couple of minutes passed, and he got a brief, hurt response. He barely read over it; screen-shotting it instantly, he sent his and Megan's messages to Jo and held his breath. Would she be satisfied?

She was! So it was set - in the morning, he would call in sick and head back over to Folkestone. This time he would not screw it up...Jo had finally accepted that he was not boyfriend material but a guy destined to serve at her feet! She would allow him to have some foot fun without all the emotional complications...so much excitement in his heart actually helped him get to sleep. First thing the next day, he called in sick, feigning a vomiting bug that kept him up all night. He felt bad about it as it was first time that he'd ever pretended to be ill. Still, it was necessary! It was hard to say at this point if Jo had pounced on the idea of this foot slave role-play, knowing that it would entice him. What would the reality of it be like? The excitement and prospect of being at her feet outweighed anything else however!

The journey to Jo's Holiday Camp seemed to take an eternity. Perhaps the traffic was worse due to it being rush hour. Anyway, he arrived at around 9am, heart pounding as he made his way to the chalet that Jo was staying in. As she opened the door, a smirk on her face and no socks or shoes on her feet, Jason could not help but allow his eyes to travel downwards.

"I was starting to give up on you, slave," she said, tossing the last word in casually, which made him wince. She frowned. "What's wrong, slave? Thought you wanted to be my foot slave?"

"I do...I do," he replied in a quiet voice, ignoring the stares of a couple of passers by. "Er...can I come in?"

The horsey-faced woman winked at him dramatically, rolling her eyes as if to indicate this was all role-play. He found himself grinning, who cared if a couple of randoms overhead her? He turned round to shrug at their bemused faces before following Jo inside. Strolling ahead of him and plopping herself onto the couch, she pointed downwards, a glint in her eye that was hard to read. This seemed to be part of the role-play - Jo was clearly determined to stay in character!

"Kneel down, foot boy," she stated, an arrogant air about her. "Kneel down before me like the slave you are!"

His knees wobbling, Jason could not contain his excitement; this is exactly what he wanted! Last time he was here in Folkestone, this is what he imagined - serving Jo Hancock like a princess! Eagerly, he did exactly as instructed, his heart racing faster than ever as she stared up at her. Unable to disguise the grin on his face, he opened his mouth to speak but she silenced him with a look.

"You do not speak unless spoken to. If I ask you a direction, then you can answer. If you want to ask a question or say anything other an answer to me, then you put your hand in the air. Understood?" She gave him a stern look.

Nodding fervently, he found himself increasingly impressed with her. She had clearly thought about and possibly practised this act of talking down to him, being firm - teacher-like in fact, which was a nice touch, knowing his vocation - and basically treating him like an inferior creature.

"Good. Now you may speak when I tell you, to make your pledge. Make your pledge to me as your owner. Repeat after me. I, Jason Goddard am Jo Hancock's foot slave."

"I, er, Jason Goddard am Jo Hancock's...foot slave..." He replied a little awkwardly.

"I promise to do everything Jo tells me."

"I promise to do...everything that you, er, Jo tells me..."

This continued for a little while, Jason repeating back everything that Jo told him to. It all added to the thrill; he found himself getting hard just being in the position! Finally, she seemed satisfied that he was totally submissive to her and held out a bare foot in front of his face.

"You like my feet, don't you Jason?" She said, the glint returning to her eye.

"Yes...yes...I love your feet!" He gushed at her, pretty much salivating at the bare sole positioned just in front of his face. Allowing the cheddary scent to fill his nostrils, he licked his lips in anticipation.

She smirked. "And you would do anything for my feet, right?"

"Y-yes!" He found himself whining, leaning forward so that his mouth could be closer to her delectable, peachy sole. Jo's smirk widened as she pulled her leg back a little, wagging her finger at him.

"Ah, ah, ah! You do not touch my feet with your mouth or any part of my body until I allow you to. Understood?"

Disappointed but conscious not to show it, Jason nodded in affirmation.

"Now, I'm the boss. I make all the calls. The only call you need to make is one now to your school. You need to explain that you won't be in tomorrow or the rest of the week. Make up whatever you need to. But make it sound good. If you do, and it works, then you'll be allowed to worship my bare foot...." Jo wiggled her pinkies teasingly, making him whine louder than ever.

Before he spoke, he remembered to put his hand up. She shook her head in response...

"No, slave, no. You do not need to say anything to me right now. No, what you need to do is make a call to your Head teacher. Do it now before I get cold feet about having you here..."

Knowing that he simply couldn't resist her and had to lie to his boss - his actual boss - Jason jerkily pulled his phone out to make the call. If this was still role-play, which he was starting to have his doubts about, it was rather extreme. He smiled briefly...she probably just wanted him to pretend, to play along...

"Put it on speaker, slave," she said, a stern look on her face once more. "I want to hear everything."

He nodded dumbly as he found himself actually making the call! The School Secretary, who he always got on well with, seemed a bit bemused at first with his call but told him that she'd inform the Head. She even assured him that there was no need to contact the Head directly; she'd do it for him. The fact that he was never off work seemed to count in his favour, though he did need to bring in a doctor's note when he returned to work next week. Today was Wednesday; the doctor's note was a problem for another time.

"Well done slave, you've now earned your reward," Jo's smile was nearly as wide as her entire face as she extended her leg back out so that her bare, sumptuous sole was just inches from his face...

"Jo...Jo...this is still...role-play...right-"

A hard, stinging blow from her foot to the side of his face made him yelp in pain, and arch his head back. "Jo! What the..."

Similar to the last one, Jo swiped across with her foot on the other side of his face, her nails grazing against his cheek as he couldn't stop a cry of pain slipping out.

"You raise your hand if you need to speak to me, SLAVE!" Jo roared at him, seriously pissed off and raging at him. Her face had turned pink and she was actually scowling at him. "Every time you disobey me, I will punish you!"

Gulping, holding the side of his face that had just been struck, Jason didn't dare say another word. Presumably this was all part of the role-play. He nodded meekly at her, a smile appearing on his face before vanishing under her stern gaze. She was in Performing Arts and obviously is good at staying in character....either that or Jo did genuinely want to enslave him! Either way, Jason felt increasingly turned on, despite the pain that still lingered on both sides of his face.

"Now, slave, now you've done the right thing and kept quiet...now you can lick my...what is it?" She said these last words a touch irritably as Jason raised his hand.

"Please, Jo...er, what shall I call you..?" Jason said uncertainly.

Her eyes flickering, she stared at him with a smug look. "Princess Jo. That's what you will call me, slave."

"OK, Princess Jo. Is this role-play...I mean, you winked at me at the door before I came in...since then, the time off work that I've just been given...pretending to be ill...you've been... I mean, it's awesome and all..." His words trickled off as Jo put a finger to her lips.

"Hush, slave. You say too much. Now next time you raise your hand, it better be for something useful. Or I'll have to punish you again. Got it?" She raised an eyebrow at him, her eyes now hard as stone.

"Yes...er, Princess Jo," Jason replied, feeling a bit unsettled by the whole situation. Such uneasy thoughts were swept away as Jo pushed her bare foot forward, her toes wiggling and bouncing gently against his forehead and the centre of her sole pressed lightly on his lips.

Capitulating, and allowing himself to get lost in the moment, Jason moaned in ecstasy before sticking out his tongue and lapping up and down at Jo's perfect foot. The moment his tongue came in contact with her soft, slightly wrinkled sole, was confirmation to him: this was the right thing to do. The thoughts of Megan, of anything other than Jo Hancock's bare foot, were brushed aside as the bare foot he was ravenously licking took over. This was it...this was what he was meant for, to taste this slightly salty, delicious and simply divine foot! Licking her foot seemed so natural, so wonderful...his erection was already at full mast in just a few seconds of worshipping her.

"You are a natural slave," Jo stated matter-of-factly as he licked up and down. "When you were last here, I made the mistake of trying to make you my boyfriend. You're NOT boyfriend material! I've actually been considering getting back with my ex...I still might..."

Her words registered, but only faintly as he let out a whine while slaving away at her foot. Jo let out a giggle. "As I was saying, you're never going to be my boyfriend. No, you are only fit to be my slave. My foot slave. I've got you now, Jason and there's nothing you can do about it..."

End of Part One! The trilogy continues however! Does Jo truly want to enslave Jason, or this is still part of role-play, or a way of giving him what she thinks he wants? Either way, how far and deep will this go?!
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