This story is about a girl called Massai. Massai was a sexy woman that was full of confidence, power and passion.
I have met her during my college years. We were in the same college, same age, but we were learning different subjects. She caught my attention from the beginning; she was slim, tall, had short hair that reached right above her neck. She had black hair, a deep sexy voice that sounded of a woman, not a little silly spoiled girl, and she was very attractive. I remember that the second thing I noticed about her after her voice, were her hands. Her fingers were slim and long, her nails always looked healthy and full, without being overly long; she took good care of them, painting them with cool different shapes and colors.
We started as acquaintances and then became friends. After college our friendship developed, around the age of 25. We used to talk a lot, most of the time, most of the days. She had a huge interest in cool socks, like happy socks designs and all, and she had a massive big collection of shoes. With the sexy beautiful Massai and her attractive hands, came some very sexy feet and toes. They were a size 8, toe nails usually painted black or a dark burgundy color.
Since we were close friends and used to text regularly, she would always show me the new cool socks she bought and the cool new shoes. She would send pictures of them, and that opened the door for me to ask questions about her feet. I have a huge foot fetish, that extended from looking at feet to worshiping them endlessly. So when I received these pictures of new shoes and socks, I would ask what size is this shoe, or if she tried it, and so on and so forth. In addition, when she would be at work sometimes, she would take a selfie in front of the mirror to show her outfit. So I would compliment her on the outfit, and ask which shoes she chose to go with that outfit, with a hope to get a picture showing these shoes, and the skin of her foot.
Naturally, my feelings for Massai developed. I used to like her a lot, and wanted to please her all the time. She was very pleasant and sweet with me, staying with me on the phone for hours at a time, but I was not sure if she was attracted to me.
Until the time came where I confessed my feelings for her, but she said that she was not looking for a relationship now, and that we are friends and she usually looked at a different group of men. I learned that she preferred older men; men that were in their late 30's or early 40's. Men that had careers, and were rich and well established, she was never interested in a guy her age, a guy she could control. She was a dominant person, and me being the innocent stupid loving guy at that age, did all I could to please her, which made her feel superior to me, and she did not want that type of a guy.
So we remained friends, and our friendship continued, but on a slower scale. She would still send me the same pictures she used to before, of her socks and shoes and outfits.
One time she sent a picture wearing her old vans shoes, black low shoes. They were very old, and she had them forever, so I was highly interested in those old vans, and continuously wondered what these old classic vans must smell like, especially since in most of the pictures she sent me, she would be wearing these vans shoes without socks, and that drove me mad. I wanted to smell the inside of these shoes so badly, to worship them, just to try them.
So I took the opportunity and asked her, "Are you wearing your shoes without socks?"
"Yes, I am." she said.
"Aren't you worried it will smell if you do that?" I asked.
"Oh they do smell, but I don't mind that. I like wearing them without socks" Massai said.
I wanted to probe further, so I asked her, "Did you ever wonder why I always ask you about your shoes and pictures of the rest of the outfit?"
"Not really," she said. "I know that you like feet, it's clear" Massai continued.
I was shocked, but very excited at the same time.
"And you don't mind that?" I asked her.
"No I don't. It's a bit strange, but to each their own I guess." she said. After that she changed the subject, and did not give me a chance to delve deeper into it, so I took it as my cue and left the subject be.
It seemed like Massai just needed a confirmation that I liked feet, even though she claimed that it was obvious I did. She enjoyed the attention I gave her, and she enjoyed that I was attracted to her feet; her feet that smelled, her feet that she liked to manicure and take care off, but at the same time didn't mind putting in shoes for hours without socks.
During the week that followed, Massai sent me a picture from her desk at work. The camera was facing downwards, showing her pants and feet in the frame. She was wearing long baggy yellow pants, and had matching colored Moroccan slippers, of course without socks. It was extremely hot that day, and she was saying that in her texts. I mentioned that it must be very hot for her wearing leather Moroccan slippers in this heat, and walking in them as well.
Three minutes later, I received a video. Opening it, I saw the camera directed at her slippers again, both of her feet next to each other, in the slippers. She started moving her right leg, taking her right foot slowly our of the slipper. She continued until her toes were out of the slipper, the camera zoomed in, and I could see her foot a bit swollen from the heat. She had black nail polish, and she started flexing and moving her toes slowly, seductively, as if to relax herself. I started licking my lips, right before I heard her voice in the video: "They are so hot and sweaty." she said, but her tone was seductive, dominant and challenging.
I could not believe what I was hearing. For someone else, she might have sounded as someone describing how she's feeling. But I knew her, we were friends for years now. She was using her provocative dominant voice. She was testing me, and i didn't know what to say. I just sent her: "I bet it's hot". She saw the message, but didn't reply. I could not wait any longer to see if she would reply, I had a hard cock and a video to masturbate to, where I did and came in seconds.
I did not hear from Massai again that day or the following day, but I received a message two days ago saying: "If I tell you that my feet are hot and sweaty, you say Yes Massai and ask how you can make me feel better. You don't say something stupid and irrelevant."
I responded: "Yes Massai, I apologize." She left me on seen again.
A few days passed where I have not seen or heard from Massai. I didn't know what the silence meant, but I hated it. I missed Massai and her conversations, I missed seeing pictures of her shoes and socks.
Three days later I received a text from her: "Here is a ballerina I really want. Get it in my size, and let me know when it arrives." Attached to the text was a link to a poshy European ballerina shop, where each ballerina cost around $400-$600. The one she wanted was $530. This was a big amount, and friends or not, I did not want to pay tha. But, her massage wasn't a request, it was an order. She did not threaten me, but she knew I will oblige, and I did.
I replied with: "Yes Massai.", and then went ahead and ordered the ballerina.
