Hello all! thepeopleschamp here with another story. Just so you know what's in store, this story centers around femdom, to be general. If you like femdom but are turned off by cuckolding and feminization, and if the phrase "sissy clitty" makes you cringe, then continue reading. Now, this story is going to be similar to my previous one, but I plan on taking this one further and introducing new elements. Any positive feed back or constructive criticism is appreciated. Oh, and hateful comments as well. It's funny to me :)
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"Absolute drivel I tell you, this is just stupid. He should knock that stupid bitch unconscious and leave her!."
I sighed. I'd barely said 2 words to the Anonymous guy next to me, and somehow he'd interpreted it as the basis for friendship. I always did my best to ignore him, yet he still rambled on. He shifted his large, nearly spherical frame and adjusted his thick glasses on his pimpled face. Wondering if I was insane, I turned to try and pierce his bigotry for the hundredth time while doing my best not to breathe in his offensive odor.
"I mean, the guy says he likes it, so why would he want to--"
"Drivel!" and for the thousandth time, he ignored what I was saying, interrupting in his annoyingly nasal voice.
We were sitting in a college human sexuality course, and the topic was female domination. The teacher was reading aloud an essay by a man listing some of the femdom actions he and his wife partook in, with a focus on explaining the psychology behind why some men enjoy sexual female domination. Being one of those men, I found the essay intriguing, and--
"I don't believe I've ever seen such drivelous drivelry, and I've seen some drivel in my time! You see, I visit this story website called litero--"
I tried my best to tune out the Anonymous guy who's insult arsenal seemed to only be the word "drivel." It wasn't hard. Not only because of how annoying he was, but also because of the view in front of me.
I'd been enthralled with the girl for weeks. We'd smiled at each other a few times, but I'd never had the courage to talk to her. Her skin was the pale moonlight, and her long, luscious hair the starless night sky. her face was slender, her lips pink and full. She had an impossible body, with d cup breasts, a slender waist, and a voluptuous ass. But my current focus was further down, past her firm legs. My severe foot fetish glued my eyes to the most perfect feet I had ever seen as the girl they belonged idly played with them. They were encased in hot pink socks at the moment, but I'd seen them naked more than enough times to have them branded in my mind. They weren't too bony, or too plump. Her soles--I nearly gasped as she began to hook the toe of one socked foot into the heel of her other sock and slowly pull it off, revealing those very soles. The sock slowly passed down her smooth heel, revealing the slight pink blush on her soles. her toes were perfect, both in length and in structure. she wiggled them in what I knew was relief from the sweltering heat, and then used her toes to take her other sock off. She then scrunched her toes up, gently wrinkling her soles, and resting her toes on the her converse shoes.
My heart pounded in my chest, and at this point I was rock hard. In my current state, I made a rash decision. I slowly slid out my phone from my pocket and went into camera mode. I hid it between two of my binders and slowly zoomed in to her feet, barely staying in control when I noticed the sheen of sweat on her soles. My hands were shaking so badly I was barely able to snap a few photos. I hastily put my phone face down as the class ended and everyone began to pack up. Stealing a last glance at the girl's feet, I watched as she slipped her converse back on and walked off. I smiled at my own brazenness and looked away to finish putting my things away. I froze halfway through putting a binder in my backpack as I realized what had happened. She had put on her converse and walked away. Her socks. She hadn't put her socks back on, and they were laying there on the floor. The next class didn't meet in the room for an hour. I sat for what seemed the longest 30 seconds of my life as I waited for everyone to leave, and did my best to look nonchalant.
I forced myself to wait a full minute before I sprang up and made my way down to where the girl had been sitting. I couldn't believe this. I stooped down to pick up the socks, and they were damp to the touch. I don't know why I did what I did next. I should have just put the socks in my pocket; walked back to my dorm. But I had to smell them. After breathing out as much as I could, I pressed the socks to my nose. I held my breath for as long as I could, and when I couldn't any longer I took a strong breath in through my nose. I could've died right there. They sweaty socks smelled of ammonia, corn chips, and cheese. It was a stronger aphrodisiac than jasmine or vanilla. My knees nearly buckled and I closed my eyes as I inhaled the scent. It was almost as if I was breathing into my cock, it surged harder against my shorts with every second I inhaled.
"End scene."
I jerked towards the feminine voice and subsequent giggling behind me and tore the socks away from my face. My heart stopped when I saw the girl whose socks I was holding. I opened my mouth in the hope that some words might find their way out.
"I..." not helpful.
The girl held her phone up with a small smile on her face for a few moments more, then slowly began to walk towards me. I couldn't even look at her.
"Sorry," I mumbled as I dropped the socks and hastily turned away, "I'll leave n--"
"You're not going anywhere."
My heart skipped a beat. I'd hoped she would be too disgusted to be angry, but it seemed I was wrong. Even so, I didn't dare stop.
"Sorry." I repeated as I reached the further exit and grabbed the handle
"What do you think I was doing on my phone just now?" she said conversationally, "I'll give you a hint: you were doing the same thing not too long ago."
I halted, and I heard the smile in her voice as she said "Ooh, looks like somebody figured it out!"
Photos? Why?
"Now, turn around," She continued as if she were speaking to a child.
I flushed in embarrassment at being talked to like that, but obeyed.
"Well done. Now, come over here."
With each step I wondered how everything had gotten so far out of hand...and with each step I realized how hard I still was. I stopped a good distance from her.
