Themes of Femdom, male humiliation, and foot fetish will run through this series. If you're not into it, close the story now.
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"Will you just call her?" Kate asked.
"Dude, i like my job." I replied.
"Ok, first of all, you hate your job. Second of all, it's 20 years after college, you should drop the dude speak. Besides, Ennie runs one of the most successful media companies in the valley. She's got a team of 20 brilliant women with her, and you'd fit in perfectly."
While the idea of working with 21 women would excite most normal men, I thought it would be a near death sentence. "Ohh, yeah, just what I need is 21 women to abuse me day in and day out like you have since we met."
Kate giggled and gave me a fake push away as she did. She started to say something. but then was instantly lost in reflection. See, Kate and I met day one of our first year of college. She had dropped whatever she was carrying up to the dorm room, and I gallantly swooped in and helped her get things picked up, and carried up.
We became instant friends. And literally, just friends. I never tried to kiss her, she never expressed interest in me. Twenty-five years later, we were still best friends. We knew everything about each other, good and bad, and I wouldn't change a thing. She's definitely my bestie, despite being a woman.
Oh, we both have plenty of friends of our own gender. Me from my Fraternity days, her from her sorority days. As a matter of fact, that's where she knows Ennie from, they were Sorority Sisters, and that brings us back to this job thing.
"I don't think Ennie, or her team, would abuse you as well as I do Shrimpy," Kate finally said, smiling broadly, her eyes twinkling as she peered through my skull into my soul. "I mean, maybe we could ask them to, but I would think they're just intent on doing their jobs, not abusing their little friend."
As Kate said the words little friend, she raised her hand, and moved her thumb and index together, slowly, making the universal Tiny Dick sign. She smiled ear to ear as her fingers slowly made the gap between them smaller, emphasizing each incremental shrinking of her size comparison.
"Oh, fuck you. Really. You pull this shit on me when you're trying to convince me to work for your friend? How is that going to play out? 'Ennie, this is Scott. He's my best friend, but I once saw him without his pants and ever since then, I've never let him live down that mistake. Oh, i mean, i didn't see much ... couldn't see much .. doesn't .. have much.' Sort of how you introduced me to that bartender you wanted me to take out once? That was a piss riot Kate. I think she choked on her drink when you did that shit. I was fucking mortified."
"Listen Champ," Kate shot back. "No one told you to confess every little kink you had to me over the past quarter of a century." Her eyes widened a little when she said little, and the corners of her mouth turned up into a devious smile. "Besides, that bartender was a toxic bitch and i needed her to lose interest in my bestie, and FAST. Did the trick, didn't it?" she said.
"I never told anyone besides that one person who wanted to meet my hot friend. It was hysterical. Come on, you can't tell me you haven't wanked off to that moment once or twice."
"KATE WHAT THE FUCK?" I screamed. "Dude, not cool. You know I would never do that with you in mind. EVER."
"Relex stud, I didn't mean bop your baloney to ME.. but her! I am positive you saw her look down at your crotch the second i said that, and i can't imagine it didn't make you tingle right down to your baby berries. Besides, when did you become all guarded with me? Jesus, you have never been shy around me before. What's up?"
I looked down and eeked out an apology. "Sorry, I guess i'm a little on edge. Truth is this project at work is killing me, and you pressuring me about calling your friend for a job has been weighing on me. And if anyone knows how to bust my balls about something, it's you."
"Oh Scott, I couldn't bust what you don't have." she giggled.
I guess I should explain. Kate and I have been best friends forever, like I mentioned. We've been there through the good times, and the bad. I've held her hair while she puked after a party, or cried after a breakup. She's gotten me over every bad girlfriend I ever had, which was pretty much all of them. We've gone to weddings and funerals together, helped each other move a few dozen times, and to be honest, I would take a bullet for her. She's my platonic soul mate, and I'm hers.
That said, through the course of our friendship, we've discussed everything. And one drunk night, Kate told me a few of her turn ons. It was in the context of this guy she was dating, and how she would get wet just looking at his hands. As she described it "He has these big, rough, working man's hands. Not little soft hands like you." She told me a few other things, and then stopped.
"What about you?" she asked. "What trips your trigger Scotty?"
I dont know what the fuck made me just unleash every skeleton in my closet, but it was like the graveyard exploded. I started with the less freaky ones. "I love feet.'' I squeaked.
"No duh, you rub mine any chance you get." she quipped. "Come on. SPILL!"
"Fine, I love femdom, dominant women. One of my ex's used to put her tired bare soles on my face and say shit like "does my little slave love being smothered under my dirty feet?" It pushed me every time. And, uhh, fuck it, yeah I love a little pain. not really spankings, but being kicked in the balls makes me insanely horny. And..." I trailed off. I noticed Kate was staring intently at me, wanting to know it all.
"Nevermind" I stammered, and took a swig of my beer. I had already said too much.
"Oh hell no, I told you that i gush like Niagara falls when Mike's big hand maul my tits during sex, and you're not going to finish? You don't get to "AND" and stop buddy boy. CONFESS." Kate demanded.
