Foot Slave To A Female Family Ch 02

Tom returned half an hour later after he took a shower and changed his clothes. He saw his mother prepping the dinner table with plates and glasses. His mother saw him enter and smiled. "All freshened up, honey?"

"Yeah," Tom said, blushing. He was glad everything was back to normal. He would have dinner with his family, and then his aunt and cousins would go to their new apartment next door to unpack.

The door rang, and his sister opened it and picked up two boxes of pizza. She placed them on the table, and the whole family took their seats. As soon as Tom took his seat, his mother stopped him. "Not so fast, young man," she said. "You spat on the carpet earlier, remember? Go clean that up before you can eat."

"What?" Tom said, irritated. "But I didn't even have breakfast! The food would get cold if I don't eat now."

"If you don't clean it now, you never will. Better clean it fast before the pizza gets cold." His mother winked at him and then waved her hand, dismissing him.

Tom rolled his eyes but did as he was told. It was his fault for staining the carpet, he couldn't argue with that, but it annoyed him that she excluded him from lunch in front of everyone just to clean up his mess.

Tom grabbed a sponge and some tissues and started working on the stain. He managed to clean it by scrubbing it roughly with the sponge before patting it down with the tissues. When he was done, he returned to the table only to find a single slice of pizza left. "What the hell?"

"Sorry honey," Mom said, chewing loudly, "but you were too slow!"

Tom leaned in to take the last slice, but his cousin snatched it quickly. "Hey, that's mine!"

"Nuh-uh," Jenna said, taking a bite out of the pizza slice. "I grabbed it first."

Tom was furious; his family had lunch and didn't leave him a single bite. "I hate you!" he yelled. "I'm going out to eat, and I'm not coming back." Tom stormed off to his room to get his wallet, but when he got to the doorway to leave, he saw his mother standing there, blocking the door, hands on her hips. "Move," he said.

"Is that any way to talk to your mother?" His mom said, her voice loud and stern.

Tom shied away for a second but stood his ground. "I'm not taking this anymore."

"You embarrassed us in front of guests, and you raised your voice at me," his mother said, her tone commanding. "Go back in there and apologize, or you won't have a house to go back to."

Tom seldom saw his mother in such a bad mood, so he hung his head low and did as he was told. His mother reprimanding him almost brought him to tears, but he stifled his feelings and went to the living room to apologize.

In the living room, his cousins, sister, and aunt were all staring at him. They clearly heard his mother yell at him, and he was humiliated to face them. "I'm sorry for losing my temper," he mumbled.

"Well," Jenna said, smirking, "we forgive you. I mean, you still have to do the punishment for losing the card game."

"What?" Tom asked.

Mom nodded. "That's right. The punishment was that you would spend the rest of our day at our feet, not just an hour."

Tom was horrified by what his mom and cousin were implying. "No way. I did what you told me, now I'm out. I still haven't eaten anything since I woke up."

"Rules are rules, Tommy," Mom said. "If you go now, I'm posting that picture on my Facebook.'

Tom was speechless. He hated his mother more than ever at that moment. He was furious and hungry, but he couldn't do anything. His mother would probably not let him back in the house if he left now, so he couldn't just leave. That meant he had to stay and do what his horrendous family said.

Tom went into the living room with a slouched back and sat on the floor, away from everyone. His mom nodded and sat next to her sister. She gestured to Tom with her hand to sit in front of her on the floor. Tom didn't move at first, but when his mom gave him a stern glare, he complied.

He slid next to her feet and waited, looking away from her. He hated this, but he had no other choice, he had to suffer this day, or his mother would upload that picture of him beneath their feet and humiliate him for the rest of his life.

His mother extended her feet, resting them on Tom's lap. "So, now that I think about it, you licked everybody's feet except mine." She raised both her feet and rested them on Tom's face, pushing his head back. "Start licking, and press your face against my feet so they don't fall."

Tom pulled back when her feet touched his face. "I don't want to do anything related to feet anymore! They're disgusting."

"It's not up to you," Mom said. The cousins behind him nodded, poking his back with their toes.

"Yes it is," Tom said. "I agreed not to leave, but I didn't agree to more feet!"

"You did agree when you played the game," Jenna said from behind. "We all agreed that the loser has to do anything the others agree on."

"Still, your request is absurd!" Tom complained.

"It's just feet, sweety," Aunt said, "It's not like we're going to harm you or publicly embarrass you."

Tom didn't know how to respond to that, so he remained silent.

"Now be a dear and do as your mother says," Aunt said. "You don't want her to post that picture of yours now do you?"

Tom looked down. He couldn't argue with what his aunt said; she was right. Tom didn't have a choice in this, and the punishment could have been something worse. He leaned back in, and his mother smiled, placing her feet on Tom's face again. "Well, go on," his mother said.

Tom started licking her feet, humiliated in front of his family, who were all watching him from their comfy seats on the sofa, looking down at him. His mom's feet were bigger than his cousins' and sisters', but they were also soft and almost silky. Her feet were softer than his aunt's, but they were still a bit rough in the heels.

Tom's tongue started gliding across her feet, licking from heel to toe slowly, pitifully. Her feet weren't as bad as the other girls' feet, likely because she was at home the whole day while the others had been wearing shoes and walking all morning. He was glad her feet were clean because he didn't think he could handle another pair of dirty feet.

He licked both feet dutifully, hoping to show the family that he was doing as they told him and that he should be excused after this. He even licked her toes, one by one, while she talked with her sister. When he was done with both feet, his mother patted his cheeks lovingly, as if commending him for a good job. Unfortunately, her feet were soaked with his saliva, so she basically wiped her wet feet on his face.

Tom didn't say anything, he was just glad he was done with his task. "Well," his aunt said. "I think we better go to our rooms and unpack. I'll probably take a nap while I'm at it; it's been a very tiring day."

Tom was relieved that he would be done for the day, smiling at his aunt, as if bidding her goodbye.

"You should go rest up," Mom said, helping her sister up. "And don't tire yourself unpacking, Tom can help."

"What?" Tom said.

"Oh, don't be like that," Mom said. "Just help them unpack their luggage and come back. I'll order you a pizza meanwhile since you've been good."

Tom nodded. At least she didn't forget that he hadn't eaten yet. He followed his aunt and cousins outside and into their own apartment right next door. Tom hauled their heavy bags while his cousins and aunt walked comfortably. He carried the bags into the living room and waited. "Come on, don't be shy," his aunt said. "Unpack my bag in my room. You can unpack my daughters' bags later."

Tom obeyed and went into his aunt's room while lugging her bag behind him. As soon as she entered the room, his aunt took off her sandals and kicked them aside before falling on her bed and closing her eyes.

Tom pretended that she was not there and started unpacking her bag. He hung her dresses, pants, and jackets in her closet, and he lined her shoes to the side. He then stuffed all her underwear and bras in one of the closet drawers and left the rest of the luggage in the bag as is; he didn't know where the other stuff went. "Oh, I'm so tired," his aunt said from the bed. "Can you be a peach and massage my feet while I go to sleep?"

Tom liked his aunt, so he didn't immediately decline her request. "But I already gave them a massage!"

"I know sweety, but I just want another one while I go to sleep."

"Sorry, aunt, but I have to finish unpacking quickly so I can eat."

"Come on," she pleaded, "you still didn't finish your punishment."

This again? Tom couldn't help but get angry, but he didn't know what else to do. He knelt on the floor at the foot of his aunt's bed and started massaging her feet. "Oh, yes, that's the spot! Thank you. Go slow and gentle and don't you stop until you hear me snoring!"

Tom rolled his eyes and massaged her feet. It was humiliating, being on his knees in his aunt's room, massaging her feet while she slept. But at least he was alone. He kept kneading her feet for fifteen minutes until he finally heard his aunt snore. His hands were tired. He left the room and headed for the door, but his cousins saw him and stopped him. "Hey," Jenna said. "Where are you going? We're waiting for you to unpack our bags."

"I was only told to unpack Aunt's bag," Tom said.

"Nuh-uh," Jenna replied. "You're supposed to unpack all of our bags. If you don't, I'm going to tell your mom to post that picture."

"What does that have to do with anything!" Tom said, but he complied anyway. He followed his cousins to their room and started unpacking their bags. As he was unpacking, they began teasing him, poking him with their toes and giggling behind his back. "Stop or I'm leaving."

"No you're not," Jenna said, "unless you want your mom to upload that fantastic picture of yours."

Tom was furious, but he couldn't do anything. He ignored their jibes as he unpacked their bags. Jenna had both her feet on his shoulders and kept rubbing his cheeks with her toes. Whenever he would turn around, she would pull back that foot and poke him on the cheek with the other. Meanwhile, Sarah, nervous as ever, just pressed her feet on Tom's back, using him as a footrest while he unpacked her clothing.

Tom finished unpacking their bags a few minutes later and tried to get up to leave, but Jenna pushed him to the floor with her feet. "I'm gonna take a nap, and I think Sarah is also tired, so I want you to lick our feet until we fall asleep."

"No way," Tom said immediately.

"Yes way, it's not up to you. Do it or I'll upload the picture your mom took myself."

"Your feet are disgusting!"

"I don't care," Jenna said, lying down on her bed king-sized bed with Sarah. Their feet were next to each other, all four of them extending right in front of Tom. "Start licking now, come on, your tongue feels nice. It's like a slimy cushion caressing my soles."

Tom was horrified, but he had no choice. He began licking their feet while kneeling on the ground at the foot of the bed. He started with Jenna's feet, licking quickly, hoping to finish faster. "Lick slower," Jenna complained. "I want your tongue to make slow sensual love to my soles."

"Fuck you," Tom said under his breath, and immediately Jenna slapped him with her feet.

"What did you just say?" Jenna continued slapping his cheeks.

Tom pulled back. "Nothing."

"Keep your face on my soles and never pull away. And don't you dare talk back to me, or I'm personally sending that picture to everyone back home."

Tom was almost about to lose his mind. He was furious and hated what Jenna was doing to him, but he had no choice. He had to do what she said or else his social life would be ruined. He'd be branded a pervert and would be made fun of everywhere.

Tom licked her feet, slowly gliding his tongue while pressing it against her sweaty sole. Her feet were soft and petite, and Tom was surprised by how strong they could be when she slapped him. He licked them slowly, swallowing everything on them. They were very dirty, unfortunately, because the cousins had been walking barefoot the whole time. They didn't wear their sandals after they took them off when they first got to his apartment, so their feet had a layer of dust and dirt as they walked around barefoot.

Tom swallowed the salty-tasting dirt and slowly continued licking her feet. He licked each part of the foot, including her soles, and kept licking until her feet were white and glistening with his saliva.

Unfortunately, Jenna kept kicking him and turning as she tried to sleep, and whenever he stopped licking even for a second, she would deliver a painful kick to his face or a slap on his cheeks. Each kick and slap made Tom angrier, but he couldn't do anything, so he bore with it until she fell asleep. However, that took forever as she kept toying with his face while he licked her feet, having too much fun to fall unconscious.

Eventually, though, Jenna did go to sleep, at that point Tom had licked her feet all over more than three times. As he was about to get up and leave, Sarah heard that and said in a soft sleepy voice, "Don't forget about mine."

She was shy and hesitant, but she clearly also wanted her feet licked like her sister's. Tom, annoyed, did what she asked. He licked her feet too. Luckily, Sarah didn't kick or slap his face. She was mostly still except for the occasional curling of her toes. She curled them a lot as if she was nervous about having her feet licked. Slowly, Tom noticed her feet were getting sweatier; he realized she was sweating because she was nervous about Tom licking her feet. Her nervousness made the task all the worse as he started tasting her salty sweat as it seeped down her feet. The balls of her feet were very sweaty, and Tom was disgusted by the amount of sweat this girl produced.

He kept licking, hoping she would fall asleep soon. He licked between her toes, which had been the sweatiest part of her feet. He swallowed any foot gunk he came across and sucked on her heel. He was doing a good job licking her feet, hoping she would fall asleep soon and leave him be.

Luckily, after ten minutes of licking her feet, he stopped and noticed that she didn't move. She was asleep. He finally got up, his knees tired and his body aching. He left the room, taking one last look at his two cousins, sleeping next to each other with their soft petite feet soaked in saliva, as if they were lotioned by someone.

Tom left the apartment and entered his own, tired and eager to grab a bite from the pizza his mother promised him. However, no one was in the living room, so Tom went into his mother's room, and saw her at her desk, working. Next to her was an empty pizza box. "What the hell?" Tom asked, angry.

"Hey sweety," Mom said. "Don't worry, I saved you a few slices, but you can only have them if you act like a good boy."

"What does that mean?"

"I'm working on our company's statement, and I really need someone to help me relax. Get underneath the desk for me, would you?" His mom said.

"What? No! You said I can eat after I help Auntie unpack."

"Well, you can eat after I'm done working here," Mom said. "Don't argue with me, or I'm going to stop being nice to you."

"Nice?" Tom asked, "You've never been nice!"

"You're living under my room, young man," his mother said sternly, "and you're eating my food. I call that being nice. I also call not embarrassing you in front of all your friends by posting that picture being nice. Now, get under my desk, or I'll stop being nice."

Tom gulped. He realized his mom was serious. She really would kick him out of the house if he didn't do what she said. She has taken the punishment the family came up with seriously. He had no choice but to do what she said. He crawled on all fours and, as his mom rolled her chair back to give him space, went under the desk, which was only dimly lit. His mother rolled her chair back in front of her desk, sealing Tom in, and immediately her foot collided with his lap. He was sitting cross-legged on the floor under her desk, and his mother casually raised her feet to his face.

Tom tried to pull back, but his head hit the wall behind him, and his mom simply pushed her foot against his face, ignoring his moans. He tried to grab his mother's ankle and push it away, but his mother stomped down on his hand when he moved it and slapped his face as if punishing him for attempting to grab her. "Stay still like a proper footstool," she said, pressing her bare feet against his face.

Tom tried to stay still, but his head started hurting from supporting the weight of his mother's feet and getting pushed hard against the wall. He couldn't do anything but watch her from between her toes. He saw up her skirt into her panties. He saw her legs and feet move every now and then. He heard her keyboard clicking as she worked, completely ignoring him, using him exactly like she would use a normal footstool. She casually curled her toes and pressed his forehead with them, causing him moments of pain. Whenever she did that, he leaned away from her feet to the side, trying to escape her prodding toes, but that only resulted in his mother slapping his face roughly. The sound of her soft yet wide sole slamming his cheek echoed in the room. His cheeks quickly turned red as his mother slapped them, forcing him to sit upright underneath her desk and not move while she rested her feet on his face.

Tom couldn't help but cry; he was in a horrible situation created by his own mother. His tears wet his mother's soles, making them squelch into Tom's face as she rested them. His mother didn't even notice her son crying as she was too focused on her work. She fidgeted her toes occasionally, gripping her son's forehead and sometimes scratching them with her toenails. Whenever her toenails scratched Tom, she would apologize, but then do it again as she absentmindedly fidgeted with her feet while working.

Tom's stomach growled; it was almost evening, and he still hadn't eaten anything. Meanwhile, his mother rubbed her feet on his face, fidgeting as she worked, clearly too focused to remember her son at her feet. Tom was so hungry that he tried grabbing his mother's feet and pushing them aside again, but his mother just got angry because he disturbed her workflow and slapped him multiple times with her feet. Her soles kept striking his face, his head turning to the other side with each slap, but his mother didn't stop. She was angry that he disturbed her, so she kept slapping him until his cheeks were bright red. Even her soles were red from roughly striking her son's cheeks.

Tom started crying again, but she just wiped his tears with her toes, as if making fun of him, and rested her soles, which were red from slapping him, on his face. Tom noticed her soles were warmer than before because she had used them against his face. His cheeks were hurting and sensitive, so Tom's tears continued to flow. He tried getting up forcefully, but his mother just pushed him back to his original position and reminded him of the picture. The damn picture that would ruin his social life if it ever got out.

Tom stayed still underneath her feet, crying and bearing the pain in his cheeks as his mother rested her feet on his face. The keyboard clacking never stopped as she worked, and Tom had to suffer the sound, knowing that his mom was using him and not even thinking about him.

Two hours passed while Tom cried his heart out and suffered underneath his mother's feet, all while his stomach was growling. His mother never acknowledged his presence except to punish him for moving or trying to escape. The rest of the time, his mother was working nonstop on her company statement, so focused on her work that she didn't even notice how she played with her son's face using her toes, crushing his forehead, and smushing his nose in the process.