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Ch 6: Lust

It was that feeling that my friends felt kissing a boy? They too had chills like you're freezing and at the same time sweating as if you were in the dunes of a desert, gasping for water? I wondered again what was so wrong with me, it was not normal to feel those strong emotions massaging the feet of another person, it was not normal to be used as a footstool, totally ignored as if I were not more than a piece of furniture, it was not normal to be so turned on, risking to have an orgasm at any moment.

These and many other thoughts crowded my mind while I massaged the left foot of my aunt, still marveling how soft it was, the skin smooth and delicate like that of a child. My fingers worked carefully on her sole trying to give to my aunt as much pleasure as possible and hoping to be so good to instill in her mind a increasing desire to have always her wonderful feet pampered, a wish that I would be more than happy to satisfy.

At that moment, while I was kneeling at the feet of my aunt under her desk, there was nothing that could distract me from my work. I was so lost in another dimension, where existed just me and my aunt, I was so concentrated on massaging her foot that I didn't even realize that I was sniffing loudly the intense odor emanating from the foot that was on my shoulder and more than once I found myself to bend slightly my head so that my nose was a few millimeters from her foot. My position became more and more uncomfortable with the passage of minutes, and soon I found myself prostrate at the feet of my aunt as if I were praying a goddess. And while my back was increasingly arched forward and my face a few centimeters from the floor, it became increasingly difficult for me massaging her foot.

I was taken by surprise when my aunt took away her foot from my hands and I was stunned when she rested it on my head, pressing my face against the cold floor. I did not know what to do and my mind was unable to process a response, more and more clouded by the tumult of emotions that were upsetting my soul. I decided to do nothing and I stood still in that uncomfortable position, with my face pressed against the floor, and my aunt's foot on my head. I heard my aunt giggling and after a moment her fingers returned to tap on the keyboard of her computer. I wondered what my aunt was thinking at that moment, I wondered what she was feeling having her niece prostrate at her feet, using her as a footstool. Did she realize that I was attracted to her feet?

"If she had not understood it before, there is no doubt that she had figured it by now" I said to myself, thinking that perhaps with my non-reaction I had revealed all my strange feelings towards my aunt, better than how I could do with my words.

Time seemed to have stopped and I could not tell if it had been a few seconds or many hours since I took that humiliating position. What I could say with certainty is that I continued to remain still even though the muscles of my back were on fire and my legs had fallen asleep for a long time, the foot of my aunt still pressed on my head. At some point I no longer felt the noise of the keyboard and I asked myself what my aunt was doing. The temptation to lift my head and look up was very strong, but I did not dare to move and I continued to remain motionless, trying to sharpen my hearing. My ears did not hear anything and I thought that maybe my aunt was just re-reading what she had written but considering that she was using the trackpad and not the mouse, I even could not feel the wheel moving and I could not know if I was right or not.

After five minutes, or so I thought, I felt decrease the pressure of her foot and a moment later, my aunt took off her left foot from my head and the right one off my back. Finally free to move, when I was on all fours, I looked up. My aunt was looking at me with a broad smile and her beautiful green eyes seemed to glow with joy. I did not know if I should say something to her but I had not even the time to prepare a speech in my mind that her feet were again on my face. That time my aunt did not seem satisfied with my position and maneuvered me like I was a puppet.

A few seconds later I was lying on the floor on my back with both of her feet on my face and in that moment, with her heels on my forehead and her toes almost on my lips, I was in ecstasy. Knowing by now that I had been discovered, I began to smell loudly her feet, more and more tempted to open my mouth, to stick out my tongue and lick relentlessly those soles that seemed fit so good my face. While I was more and more excited and I was struggling to hold back my moans of pleasure, Aunt Emma took off her feet from my face and put them on the sides of my head, with my disappointment. She slightly moved her chair so that, looking up, I could see her face. Aunt Emma giggled again seeing my face flushed.

"God, I love this sound" I thought, continuing to look at the angelic face of my aunt.

When Aunt Emma finished her giggle, she looked straight into my eyes and asked me:

- So? What has upset you so much this morning? -

Her question caught me by surprise, with all that had happened I would have expected a very different question. I mean, it does not happen every day to have a girl half your age, your own niece, who lets you put your feet in her face and lets you use her as a footstool.

- So? - My aunt repeated, beginning to lose patience.

- Hmm...I talked to my mother, her agent has met one of the production yesterday - I said almost stammering.

- And? - My aunt said, inviting me to continue my speech.

- He said that I haven't got the part yet, I have to make a final audition - I was going to add that I would have to compete for the part with her daughter Kaley but my aunt interrupted me.

- And how did you feel when you heard that? - she asked, still watching me intently in the eyes.

- Disappointed, I think. I thought I had already got the part and I was already thinking about when I would read the script for the first time, when I would started shooti... -

Suddenly the ball of her right foot covered my mouth, silencing me.

- You know - my aunt said, pressing down the ball of her foot in my mouth with so much force that I almost gagged, and looking intently into my eyes, she continued - I changed my mind, I do not care. Now, try to be quiet and not disturb me while I work -

My eyes were filling with tears and when I looked for a moment at her beautiful face, I saw a wicked smile. Then her soles were back in my face and everything got dark

I lay on the floor under the desk of my aunt, with her feet on my face, for many more hours. Her feet were sweating a lot in contact with my skin, and Aunt Emma seemed to enjoy rubbing her feet on my face, covering every inch of it with her foot sweat. I could not believe how much wet my pussy was and I realized it was not just the feet of my aunt that excited me but it was also the humiliation that I was experiencing that was having an incredible effect on me.

The words of my aunt had hurt me and I cried several minutes after she had silenced me by putting the ball of her foot in my mouth. With the passage of minutes, however, as my aunt used my face like a doormat and her foot sweat covered more and more my face, I entered again in another world, in a world where nothing could hurt me, where nothing had importance outside of those wonderful feet and that great scent. Without realizing it, once again I began sniffing loudly the feet of my aunt who, thankfully, did not seem to be disturbed by the noise.

When she trapped my nose between her big and second toes, I had lost by now all control and I was panting like a dog. Aunt Emma tightened her grip on my nose and laughed, I kept sniffing nonstop careless of that humiliation. More and more excited, I could not resist more and I started to kiss voraciously her soft soles, also covering with kisses her heels and her toes which were making me crazy, dancing near my lips. When her big toe passed through my lips, I thought that aunt would take away her foot from my face, I thought that it would be too much for her. Aunt Emma instead giggled again while her big toe came to rest on my tongue and, happy that my aunt was enjoying that moment, I began to suck it.

Moans of pleasure came out of my mouth while I sucked that toe just like I once did with my own foot, but the taste was so different, so wonderful. I licked that toes and sucked it so hard that I was afraid that I even have removed her black polish from her toenail but, thankfully, when it came out of my mouth, to be replaced immediately with the big toe of the left foot, it was still intact. I could not believe that in the world there could be something so tasty and with my face more and more drenched in sweat, mine and hers, I continued to lick the toes of that beautiful woman as if they were the most delicious ice cream in the world.

When my aunt finished her work it was nearly three in the afternoon. She removed her foot from my face and laughed when I tried to follow them with my tongue.

- It's too late to cook. Go into the kitchen, there is still the chicken that I had done yesterday. Heat it in the microwave and bring it to me in the living room - Aunt Emma said, wiping her toes full of my saliva on my long black hair.

I got up with difficulty, my legs were still asleep, but I hastened to execute her order. I do not know why, but follow her commands like a puppy excited me a lot and while the microwave worked, I began to masturbate furiously, having almost immediately a powerful orgasm. I recovered with difficulty, I washed my hands and took the chicken in the living room as I was ordered.

Aunt Emma was sitting comfortably on the sofa, watching a program on TV that I had never seen. When she saw me coming, she raised an eyebrow and said:

- Did you not bring anything to drink? -

- I'm sorry, I forgot. I'll bring you a drink right away, what would do you like? - I asked embarrassed, berating myself for being so careless.

- I'll have a glass of wine. Or rather, on second thought, bring the bottle here -

She was already eating the chicken when I returned to the living room with the prized bottle of wine in my hands. Aunt Emma was using her hands to eat the chicken wings but despite of that, at my eyes she appeared noble and elegant as ever.

- On your knees - she told me when I put the bottle of wine on the table.

I watched my aunt in the eye for a moment, knowing that that would be a decisive moment. I was at a crossroads, with one move my life would be changed forever, as I could understand watching my aunt who did not seem to have doubts about what would be my answer. She was right, just one look at her feet was enough to decide. I walked slowly to the couch, looking intently at those hypnotic eyes. Then, while my heart was racing, I prostrated myself at the foot my aunt and when she put back her bare foot on my head, pushed only by my lust and unable to think rationally, I said:

- Do you have any other order for me...Mistress? -

Ch 7: Moment of truth

"Mistress"

I could not believe that a word like that had really come out of my mouth.

I had immediately felt a great excitement by cleaning my aunt's shoes during that dinner at my house, an excitement that had become more and more stronger when I touched her feet for the first time. That first massage had stirred something deep inside me, had released a monster that even I didn't know I had hidden in my soul, a monster made of lust that had become increasingly powerful in the days following that shocking event.

Since that dinner my aunt's feet were constantly in my mind and there was not a moment of the day in which I could put aside those images of those divine feet. At first I tried to resist those strange thoughts, trying to understand what was happening to me. But with the passage of time my resistance had become increasingly weak, perhaps because of the boring summer days and with no school or training to distract me, I had found myself more than once to fantasize about Aunt Emma's feet, trying in my daydreams to remove her nylons and admire her bare feet.

The last two days had done nothing but confirm to me that mine was a real obsession, but only when she had put her foot on my shoulder, using me as a footstool, I had realized how dangerous were my emotions, my desires. Being ignored in that way, while Aunt worked, had opened a door of a new world for me. It was no longer just her feet that made my heart beat and my pussy drip, but it was something quite different, something "extreme." I did not want just lick incessantly those soft soles and suck her succulent toes, I wanted to be used, used by my aunt in any way she wanted and in any way I could give her pleasure.

While I was prostrate at her feet under her desk, I wished with all my being to submit myself to her, to follow her every order, leaving behind me all the responsibilities that burdened on me. It is not easy being the daughter of a famous model, it is not easy to be the daughter of a prominent director. Ever since I was a child, everyone expected great things from me and I had always given it my all to not disappoint those expectations. Unfortunately I had not inherited the incredible beauty of my mother and of her sister, so I had to work hard to make my body as perfect as possible and despite my best efforts I knew well that I could never compete with a model, compete with my mother or my aunt or...my cousin.

Kaley had been kissed by luck, she was really perfect and had many talents. She was a very good actress, she played football scoring a goal after another and had a natural flair in "human relationships". Kaley could win the hearts of the people with such ease that I kept wondering why the girls of my team prefer me as captain. Here is another great responsibility! Be captain of the women's soccer team at your school is really stressful. When a match was bad, it was my job talk in the locker room, it was my job to revive the group and encourage it to overcome that defeat. Now that the senior year was at the gates, I knew well that my responsibilities would have increased even more, the girls would never have forgiven me if I had conducted the team towards a miserable defeat in the league, reducing their chances of entering in the most prestigious colleges.

My life had always been full of difficulties and my mother did nothing but make things even more difficult. She would never have accepted to have a loser for a daughter, she could not even imagine that the daughter of the famous Christine Spencer could be defeated by someone else in a competition, it did not matter if it was a theatrical play, a soccer game or a simple race between two child in the home garden. I had been raised in order to win and day after day I had worked hard to be the best like my mother and, just as she had done in the past with her sister, to defeat my biggest rival...my cousin Kaley.

While aunt was working at the computer and I was lying on my back on the floor with her feet on my face, it grew in me more and more that desire of submission, that desire of freedom, yeah I know it seems a paradox.

My mind was still trying to process what had just happened and I was trying to think of something to say to justify what I had just said, when my aunt took away her foot from my head and, looking up, I saw that she was watching me intently and I thought that she too seemed unfazed by the word that had come out of my mouth. Her green eyes were almost reading in my soul, and before she could say anything, I tried to pretend it was all a joke. My laughter was, however, unconvincing and even a child would understand that before it was not a gag.

- Honey, come, sit down next to me - my aunt said suddenly, patting on the couch.

Her tone was kind again and for a mad moment I thought that the authoritarian aunt of a few moments before had been just a figment of my imagination. Slowly I got up from the ground and I sat on the couch next to my aunt who took my hands in hers and looked me sweetly in the eyes. I maintained the eye contact, trying to no pay attention to her hands which were still oily because of the chicken.

- Jennifer, I know this is a difficult age. It is not easy to become adults and despite everyone, children, adolescents, dream of becoming adults as quickly as possible, when it's time, they would like only to be able to go back to that carefree life. I know well that your life will change radically within a few years and I know how difficult it can be to face such a change, believe me, I went through it too. It is normal at this age for a girl to ask herself, to experience something different, questioning everything that you are. This is probably the most difficult period in the life of a person, our heart is constantly put to the test because, if it is true that there is nothing more beautiful than first loves, it is also true that these are also the ones that make us suffer more. It is at this time of difficulty and confusion, that many girls begin to have desires that previously they would never have thought to have -

As I continued to watch my aunt intensely, I tightened her hands even more, returning to listen to her melodious voice.

- It is not rare that a girl at this age develop an attraction to other girls, in college we all experienced something -

- I do not... - I tried to say, more and more embarrassed, but Aunt Emma interrupted me right away.

- Honey, there's nothing wrong with being attracted to another woman, whether it is only a passing phase or not -

I would have wanted to say something but I did not have the strength and I was more and more enchanted by the words of my aunt who had understood exactly what I was feeling at that moment.

- I must confess that being attracted by your aunt is not very common, at least for girls. The boys on the other hand... but never mind. As I was saying, I was surprised when I noticed how you looked at me -

- I do not know why, I do not know why I'm feeling these emotions - I started to say with tears in my eyes -

- Calm down, everything's fine - my aunt said embracing me and wiping my tears and in that moment, in her arms, I felt protected. Then Aunt Emma continued:

- As I was saying, being attracted by your aunt is not very common for a girl, but it is also true that few girls have a nice aunt like me - and she laughed, making me smile in my turn - Besides, this your "passion" for my feet it is very particular -

I looked for a moment the bare feet of my aunt and I could not refrain from saying in a whisper:

- They are so beautiful -

- Oh thank you darling, you're so kind - replied my aunt who stretched her legs and admired her feet - I must confess that having the tongue of a person between my toes was a wonderful feeling, so relaxing -

- Really? Did you like it? - I asked surprised.

- Oh yes, at that moment I felt like I was a princess. Have a person prostrate at your feet is something incredible, it gives you such a great feeling of power - Aunt Emma looked radiant and, encouraged by her beautiful smile, I said:

- If you liked it so much, please aunt, allow me to prostrate myself again at your wonderful feet, let me worship you like a goddess. I'd do anything for you, I would obey any order - again driven by emotion, I lowered my head and I smothered in kisses my aunt's hand.

Aunt Emma did not answer right away and she allowed me to continue to kiss her hand for more than a minute, then she brought her hand to my face and gently asked me:

- That's why you said that word before? You're so infatuated with me that you'd be my little slavegirl? -

There was no longer any reason to pretend, to hide my true feelings, so I answered:

- Yes Auntie, I would do anything for you, it would be an honor to be your devoted slave. Please - I had tears in my eyes for the emotions while I begged my beautiful aunt who smiled hearing my answer.