Crazy Eyes

After I had washed the dishes and put them away, I went and searched for Paula. As I passed her playroom I heard a noise. Paula was lying on a leather cover table, naked. I approached her. She turned her head and told me that she needed a massage and I was the one that was going to do it. She handed me lotion then put her face down in the cradle. I put lotion on my hands and placed them on her back. Her skin was warm and incredibly soft. I rubbed her back and then her shoulders. She adjusted herself a bit and let out a soft moan. I continued to rub her back then made my way down her arms. Although she was a very tiny woman, her arms were toned and had a hint of muscle as if she had worked out regularly.

I rubbed her tiny hands and then each finger individually. I then moved to her incredible ass. Her butt could stop an army in their tracks. It was perfect. Two little bubbles, pressed together to make a sweet peach. As I rubbed her butt cheeks, I closed my eyes and imagined myself fucking her from behind. My penis once again tried to grow but could not. I could feel the sexual frustration beginning to build in my groin. It was as if my penis had its own brain and it was trying to attempt a coup on the rest of my body.

I spent quite a long time massaging her butt before I moved to her thighs. I eventually made it to her calves then her feet. Now I must admit, I have a bit of a foot fetish and love nothing more than when a woman gives me a foot job. This was the first time I had seen Paula's feet up close. I looked down to find two little feet and ten perfect toes. Her feet were no bigger than a size five or six. Her little toes were perfectly formed. I placed some lotion on her right foot and began to rub it. My little lizard mind was nearly exploding. I got as close as I could to the table and placed her foot between my legs.

I rubbed the sole of her foot on my balls. Fuck, it was so soft and felt amazing. As I did it, my penis nearly pushed its way out of the cage. It had had enough of me and wanted nothing more than to cum all over her feet, then force me to lick up the mess it had made. Paula, who had been totally still the whole time, moved her left foot over and cupped my balls between her feet. She pressed her feet together and rubbed my aching ball sack. If my balls had had any cum in them, I would have shot my load right then and there.

Paula teased my balls with her feet for a while, then bent her knee and lifted her left foot into the air. She did not say a word but I knew what she wanted me to do. I leaned down and kissed her foot. She moaned softly. I kissed her ankle then licked the bottom of her foot. As I reached her toes, I placed them into my mouth and gently licked each one with my tongue. Paula immediately reacted with a giggle. She then said, "I thought you were a foot boy. Oh, you are going to be fun to tease." I nearly shit myself. What torture did she have planned for me now?

Paula rolled over and told me to massage the front of her body. I started with her shoulders and moved quickly to her perky B-cups. Paulas nipples were very sensitive and stood straight up. I rubbed her breasts softly, then bent down and placed my lips on her right nipple. She gently slapped me and told me that the massage was for her pleasure, not mine. I did it again just to tease her and received another slap, followed by the threat of another 24 hours in the cage. I instantly behaved myself.

I made my way to her belly, then down to her pubic area. I gently teased the inside of her thighs, then made light touches with the tips of my fingers on her vagina. Paula squirmed and called me a tease. I slipped my index finger into her slot and found her clit, which was hard and ready to play. My finger began to dance across her clit. Paula slapped me again and told me that her pussy was off limits. I continued to tease her. She grabbed my cage and twisted it. I let out a howl. She giggled and reminded me that I was in the position I was in because I went snooping in her cabinet. I responded with a "yes ma'am. Paula then told me that I had done an impressive job and that we were finished.

Paula got off the table and put her sexy clothes back on. She grabbed my hand and walked me to her living room. She pushed me down onto the couch and told me that she wanted to watch a movie with me. She had me sit at one end of the couch and she sat at the opposite end and stretched out towards me. Paula turned on the TV, then placed her feet between my legs. Her feet slid under my leather cover and touched my aching balls. I jumped. Her soft cotton socks felt amazing on my balls. I slid down slightly to make sure she had full reign of my caged genitals. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. Paula told me to concentrate on the movie and pressed play.

The movie started. In less than a minute, her tiny toes began to wiggle against my balls. I let out a soft moan and closed my eyes again. Paula cleared her throat and said, "concentrate on the movie." My heart was racing. All I wanted to do was to jump on top of her and fuck her brains out. My penis throbbed in its cage. It wanted to be free and to grow. I turned and watched the movie. Her torture did not stop. Her sexy feet alternated from tiny toe torture to outright rubbing of my ball sack. As the movie progressed, Paula slid down the couch towards me and placed her feet on my chest and began to rub it. I turned to look at her and she barked out a command to concentrate on the movie. I turned to the TV but had no clue as to what was on the screen.

Her foot, with its soft cotton sock, brushed against my cheek. I turned towards her. I opened my mouth and Paula slid her toes in. I closed my lips onto her foot and moaned. My eyes closed. Her left foot rubbed my balls as I sucked on her right. I grabbed Paulas ankle to ensure she would not pull away. I opened my eyes and looked at her. Paula had a devilish smile on her face. Her smile made her slate blue eyes squint a bit, Fuck, she was so gorgeous. How did I get so lucky?

Paula pressed the stop button on the remote. What followed was an hour of sheer foot fetish torture. Paula rubbed every inch of my body with her soft, cotton socked feet. She then had me remove her socks with my teeth. As soon as they were off, she placed her left foot into my mouth and demanded that I suck every toe. Once I had done as I was told, she told me to kiss her foot and ankle. Her right foot followed. All the while, Paula cooed and giggled at my perversion.

Once she had finished her torture, she slid her way up the couch and laid her body on top of mine. She kissed me, then held me tightly. She looked up at me with her sexy eyes and asked me if she could ask me a question. I told her she could ask me anything. She looked down as if she were ashamed, then softly asked her question. She asked, "Do I scare you?" Her question made me laugh. She reacted by pushing out her bottom lip as if she were sad. I stared back into her slate blue eyes and told her that I was not only not afraid of her, but I was also actually totally intrigued by her. I said that she was perfect in every way. She asked me if her sexuality scared me. I laughed and told her that she had the sexual drive of a hundred women all combined but I wanted to try to keep up with her. Her face lit up and she told me to get dressed, she wanted to go out for a while.

I put my clothes on and Paula grabbed my hand and led me out of her house. We turned right and we were soon in front of the hospital. She told me that I needed to see my father and that she would go with me. Without thinking, we walked into the hospital holding hands. I stopped by the quiet room to see my mother first. As we walked in, my sister saw that we were holding hands. The look on her face was priceless. It was as if she had discovered the meaning of life all at once. She looked at me, then at her and mouthed, "holy shit" to me. I smiled and gently nodded my head to let her know that Paula and I were together. My sister grabbed my hand and told me she needed to speak to me in the hallway. She tugged me so hard she nearly jerked my arm off.

As soon as we got into the hallway, she grabbed a handful of my shirt and told me that Paula was way out of my league. I laughed and asked why she thought that. My sister said, "She is one of those wild women. You can just see it in her eyes. That girl is nuts and she will wear your ass out." I responded that I could only hope that she did. My sister shook her head and told me not to cry to her when things went totally off the rails with Paula. She said that it was only a matter of time before she broke my spirit and turned me into a puddle of mushy goo. I laughed and told her that Paula was sweet and just misunderstood. Once again, my sister shook her head and reminded me that she was a girl and she knew women like Paula. To her Paula was a train wreck waiting to happen. She then finished by saying that Paula would make me do things that I would never do and take me to the edge of my moral compass. I poo pooed her and told her she was wrong. Little did she know Paula had pissed down my throat and I had a cock cage on.