It was currently midday on a Saturday afternoon and the town centre was bustling with life. Parents were on shopping trips with their families, groups of friends stood gossipping about their lives and the elderly relaxed on benches appreciating the clear sky. These were all completely common things to be doing with your weekend.
Meanwhile, I was browsing the aisles of a pharmacy searching for nail polish. The sheer number of strange looks I received was beyond counting, but it was only expected considering I was here on my own. Any strangers who saw me must have assumed I was buying it for myself, which wouldn't have been further from the truth.
Then again, there was some slight truth to it. Whilst I was going to be the one using the nail polish, I would be the one getting a taste of it when Katie placed her newly painted toes between my lips. Just the thought made my dick twitch with anticipation, my will too weak to suppress my imagination.
To top it all off, I was buying the polish with my own money. It certainly wasn't the first time I had bought something for Katie. I had bought her gifts in the past, but this time it was different. It almost felt like she expected me to buy it for her, only proven by the fact I had offered without any encouragement from her. Just the prospect of her feet becoming even more attractive than they already were was enough of an incentive.
I spent ten whole minutes looking at the different options on the shelves. She didn't mind which color I chose as, being completely new to the concept, she had no idea what it would look like. I couldn't help but picture her in each color I found, ranging from pitch black to a pure white. A black would fit her newfound desire for control whilst white would fit her natural innocence and curiosity.
"Hmm..." I thought to myself, my gaze landing on a small bottle of red polish.
Red was the classic choice of color. It represented desire, something which the sight of her feet already produced. There couldn't have been a more fitting choice. The bottle was expensive, coming out at a whole $30, but it was more than worth it. I was sure Katie would feel like a princess when I told her how much I had spent on her nail polish alone.
Later that evening, I arrived at her house with the nail polish in hand. Her parents thought nothing of it considering we had been friends for such a long time, meaning I could simply walk in with no suspicion.
"You actually bought some?" Katie asked, seeming surprised I had actually gone along with it. I sat down on the floor of her bedroom as I reached into my pocket, pulling out the red varnish so she could see it.
"You thought I wouldn't?" I replied, sounding almost insulted.
"No, I knew you would," she flashed a teasing grin as she sat on her bed, legs crossed. She was wearing the same outfit as the sleepover, meaning her bare legs were on full display, "I just never thought I'd get to see a guy paint my nails, let alone you."
My heart almost stopped. All this time I had assumed she'd be painting her own nails. The idea that she'd let me do it was just a fantasy, but it must have been what she wanted.
"Wait, you want me to paint your nails for you?" I asked with surprise.
She giggled, her socked foot bouncing in the air as she did so.
"Duh. You're my servant."
I absolutely loved that she had started calling me that. The fact she was comfortable enough to say such a thing proved our friendship, but it also put our new dynamic on full display. The moment her feet were brought into the equation, I transformed from her friend into her devoted foot slave.
"Come on, servant," she ordered teasingly, her foot bobbing impatiently, "Take my sock off for me."
Of course I obeyed, sliding along the floor until I reached the foot of her bed. If I looked up, our eyes would meet. I wondered how long I'd be able to maintain eye contact when I was beneath her like this, but I didn't have the courage to find out. Instead, my eyes locked on her foot as it hung teasingly.
Even though I'd removed her sock several times now, the trepidation still made my heart pound. The feeling of the cotton on my fingers; the way the skin of her foot was slowly revealed like it was a christmas present being unwrapped. It only made sense that it felt that way. Katie's feet were a gift to the world.
Her foot now free of its restraints, she flexed her toes. I watched intently, lust already bubbling up within me. Even though I had yet to paint her nails, her foot already looked prettier than it had done previously. Each and every one of her nails was trimmed to perfection, forming into smooth arcs that traced the edges of her toes. It was clear from the effort she was putting in that she wanted me wrapped tight around her finger.
"Impressed?" she asked, giggling at my silence. I nodded, delicately taking hold of her foot with one hand, "If you thought they were perfect before, imagine how they'll look when you're done painting them."
I had already done exactly that. The thought of her toes in my mouth, her confident gaze looking down on me as the taste of nail polish sits on my tongue-
"Maybe you won't be the only one obsessed with them."
I froze in place, heart pounding. She had actually considered the idea of other people becoming infatuated with her feet just as I had. Besides, if one guy fell for them why wouldn't more?
"Would you like that?" She brought her bare foot forward and tapped my lips with her big toe. "I am starting to see the appeal of them."
