Ste Letto
11-14-2003, 8:44 AM
Indulging Ronan
Jessica inserted the key into the front door lock and sighed, glad to be home after a hard day at the office. The pretty 24 yr old managed to look businesslike and beautiful at the same time. In a tailored, charcoal grey jacket, and pinstriped, bottom hugging trousers; she showed off her girlish figure. Her ash blonde hair framed her pixie like face, cut in a choppy pageboy style. Deep blue eyes shone from her playful face. On her slender little feet she wore 4 inch, shiny black leather, needle heeled stilleto shoes with pointed toes. After the short walk from the station, her shoes were spattered with dirty rainwater and mud.
She swung open the front door to her apartment and stepped inside, heels clacking on the hard wood floor. Spinning on her right toe she clicked on the hall light, before pushing the door closed. She was not surprised when she saw Ronan coming toward her. He carried a cup of coffe for her which she took with a smile and a soft "Thanks." He lowered himself to the floor and lay prostrate at her feet. Jessica watched him dispassionately. She was totally at ease with his presence and behaviour. "Jessica," he said, a little breathlessly, as he came to within inches of her sexily clad feet, "May I?"
Jessica stared down at the strange little man, her face a mixture of condescension and amusement. The sight of him there, with his eyes pleading like a puppy wanting to be played with, his tongue lolling; struck her as both odd and endearing. "Sure, why not?" she finally told him.
At that Ronan bent his head to the toe of Jessica's left shoe and licked the dirty leather. Jessica was neither particularly turned on by this, or excited; nor did she feel revulsion. Ronan wasn't her boyfriend, or her slave, he was something else. As the near naked man contiuned licking the street muck from her shoes Jessica tried to remember how this arrangement had come about.
It had started at University with a friend of hers named Sonia Ferandez. Sonia, a stunning girl of Latin American origins attracted men like sweetshops attract children. They flocked round her, drawn by her ebony hair, her big green eyes, her full lips, huge breasts, tiny waist, bubble butt and long strong legs. Sonia was worshipped and loved it. She seemed to think it was only right and proper. She also told friends that it was only fair to share herself around.
Ronan had been a lurker. Always watching Sonia, never daring to approach her. In a wicked moment Sonia had walked straight up to the quivering wreck and said "Tonight, 8.00 o'clock, my room" and walked away, hips swaying.
From what Sonia told her, Jessica understood Ronan had turned up, like a lamb to the slaughter, and Sonia had asked him everything she could think to ask. Turned out Ronan was a submissive, he didn't like to be dominated, more used in humiliating ways. Sonia decided to indulge him. There would be no sex, and no dominance, instead, she would use him in ways he would enjoy being used.
Jessica's train of thought was momentarily disturbed, as Ronan gently urged her to raise her left shoe. She smiled down at him and carefully balanced on her right foot, arm outstretched to the wall for balance, before raising her left. She watched Ronan move round until his face slid under her shoe and she knew he was licking the dirty sole clean.
Her thoughts went back to the first time she'd actually experienced Ronan being used. It was a Sunday morning and she'd barged into Sonia's room. Sonia had been sitting watching television, eating toast, with her feet in Ronan's lap. Ronan had been carefully removing the purple nail varnish from Sonia's pudgy toes. With a mouthful of toast Sonia had glanced up at her friend at the door and grinned. "Yeah?" she'd asked chirpily. Jessica had been momentarily lost for words. "Oh don't mind him," Sonia had said. "He's sort of my toy, arent'cha?" she'd asked Ronan, leaning forward to ruffle his spiky hair. Ronan had looked up, smiling nervously, and somewhat embarrassedly and nodded.
After that, it became common for Jessica to pop into Sonia's room and find Ronan lying at her feet as a footrest, with her feet on his back, stomach, chest or face. Sometimes she'd be sitting on his back, head, stomach or chest. One time he'd been kneeling, head bent back as the girl flicked ash into his mouth and drank beer. Jessica remembered the look of sheer joy on Ronan's face when Sonia took a sip of beer, swilled it round her mouth, then squirted it into Ronan's mouth.
After a drunken night out, she'd found herself back in Sonia's room allowing Ronan to massage her tired feet and bathe them with soapy water in a bowl. From then on, Ronan would frequently serve her and Sonia as a seat, footstool, shoe cleaner, footlicker and slave; but always with a mutual agreement. It tickled the girls to have an attentive toy, and it tickled Ronan to be toyed with.
Jessica came aware that Ronan was slipping her shoe from her foot. She glanced down, then took a sip of her tea. Ronan's tongue started lapping at her heel, caressing it and cleaning it. He worked in rythmic cycles from her heel up toward her toes. Jessica smiled, it was soothing, feeling his little wet tongue tracing its way along her sensitive sole. It tickled a little, but she thought that was kinda nice too. Ronan was licking the pad of her foot now, just behind her toes, and the knowledge that he was about to be licking her toes just made things all the better.
The first touch of Ronan's tongue, sweeping left to right under the arch of her toes, made Jessica giggle. Her little foot jiggled in Ronan's hands, lightly buffeting his face. This movement made him grin hugely. "Sorry" they both said simultaneously. They both smiled as Jessica firmly pressed her foot back onto Ronan's lips, determined to keep it there. Ronan was in heaven. It was like a deep, hypnotic trance. He was floating. His tongue played in the gaps between Jessica's toes, insinuating itself slowly into the spaces in between, before thrusting up wantonly and wiggling, producing further giggles and wiggles. In these moments Ronan thought he was the luckiest man in the world.
When he'd finished Jessica's left foot, he placed her stilleto upright on his bare chest and eased her slender foot back inside. The heel bit a little into his skin as her foot went home. Jessica applied light pressure, and grinned, "If you want to clean my right foot," she said, laughing softly, "you'll have to feed me and make me comfortable." Ronan smiled and said "Of course."
Jessica removed her foot from Ronan's chest, allowing him to kiss the sole as it passed overhead. Then she moved into the living room as Ronan went into the kitchen. She sat watching television, her feet up on a stool as Ronan cooked, and brought occasional glasses of red wine.
Half an hour later, she sat, eating her meal, with her bare feet propped up on Ronan's back. He was on his knees, curled up tight. As she ate, Jessica would occasionally slide her right foot sideways and down so she could ruffle his spiky hair affectionately with her bare sole. Ronan fought to stay still, in spite of the urge to jump up and smother her feet in kisses.
When the meal was eaten, and Ronan had cleared away, Jessica spoke, "My right foot is still waiting" she said playfully. Ronan grinned and made to grasp the proffered delicacy. "Shoe first," Jessica said wickedly. Ronan grasped the shoe in trembling hands, raised it to his face and began to lick. He sucked the heel like he was drinking from a straw, before lapping the sole, the sides and the toe. "Lick the insides as well would you?" Jessica said casually. Ronan licked the lining and insole of her shoe delightedly, tasting sweat and swallowing traces of dead skin. "Want to lick the foot now?" she asked, wiggling it under his nose.
She laughed to see him drop the shoe he was holding and reach swiftly, hungrily, desperately for her foot. The look of ecstasy on his face pleased her. To be so cherished, wanted, worshipped, made her feel good about herself. She'd realised long ago that Ronan's willing worship made her feel special, like some kind of goddess.
The phone rang while Ronan had half her foot inside his hungry mouth. Jessica picked up. "Oh hi Sonia," she began, "Yeah he's here, Yeah, it's halfway down his throat," she laughed, "Sure you can come over."
Jessica inserted the key into the front door lock and sighed, glad to be home after a hard day at the office. The pretty 24 yr old managed to look businesslike and beautiful at the same time. In a tailored, charcoal grey jacket, and pinstriped, bottom hugging trousers; she showed off her girlish figure. Her ash blonde hair framed her pixie like face, cut in a choppy pageboy style. Deep blue eyes shone from her playful face. On her slender little feet she wore 4 inch, shiny black leather, needle heeled stilleto shoes with pointed toes. After the short walk from the station, her shoes were spattered with dirty rainwater and mud.
She swung open the front door to her apartment and stepped inside, heels clacking on the hard wood floor. Spinning on her right toe she clicked on the hall light, before pushing the door closed. She was not surprised when she saw Ronan coming toward her. He carried a cup of coffe for her which she took with a smile and a soft "Thanks." He lowered himself to the floor and lay prostrate at her feet. Jessica watched him dispassionately. She was totally at ease with his presence and behaviour. "Jessica," he said, a little breathlessly, as he came to within inches of her sexily clad feet, "May I?"
Jessica stared down at the strange little man, her face a mixture of condescension and amusement. The sight of him there, with his eyes pleading like a puppy wanting to be played with, his tongue lolling; struck her as both odd and endearing. "Sure, why not?" she finally told him.
At that Ronan bent his head to the toe of Jessica's left shoe and licked the dirty leather. Jessica was neither particularly turned on by this, or excited; nor did she feel revulsion. Ronan wasn't her boyfriend, or her slave, he was something else. As the near naked man contiuned licking the street muck from her shoes Jessica tried to remember how this arrangement had come about.
It had started at University with a friend of hers named Sonia Ferandez. Sonia, a stunning girl of Latin American origins attracted men like sweetshops attract children. They flocked round her, drawn by her ebony hair, her big green eyes, her full lips, huge breasts, tiny waist, bubble butt and long strong legs. Sonia was worshipped and loved it. She seemed to think it was only right and proper. She also told friends that it was only fair to share herself around.
Ronan had been a lurker. Always watching Sonia, never daring to approach her. In a wicked moment Sonia had walked straight up to the quivering wreck and said "Tonight, 8.00 o'clock, my room" and walked away, hips swaying.
From what Sonia told her, Jessica understood Ronan had turned up, like a lamb to the slaughter, and Sonia had asked him everything she could think to ask. Turned out Ronan was a submissive, he didn't like to be dominated, more used in humiliating ways. Sonia decided to indulge him. There would be no sex, and no dominance, instead, she would use him in ways he would enjoy being used.
Jessica's train of thought was momentarily disturbed, as Ronan gently urged her to raise her left shoe. She smiled down at him and carefully balanced on her right foot, arm outstretched to the wall for balance, before raising her left. She watched Ronan move round until his face slid under her shoe and she knew he was licking the dirty sole clean.
Her thoughts went back to the first time she'd actually experienced Ronan being used. It was a Sunday morning and she'd barged into Sonia's room. Sonia had been sitting watching television, eating toast, with her feet in Ronan's lap. Ronan had been carefully removing the purple nail varnish from Sonia's pudgy toes. With a mouthful of toast Sonia had glanced up at her friend at the door and grinned. "Yeah?" she'd asked chirpily. Jessica had been momentarily lost for words. "Oh don't mind him," Sonia had said. "He's sort of my toy, arent'cha?" she'd asked Ronan, leaning forward to ruffle his spiky hair. Ronan had looked up, smiling nervously, and somewhat embarrassedly and nodded.
After that, it became common for Jessica to pop into Sonia's room and find Ronan lying at her feet as a footrest, with her feet on his back, stomach, chest or face. Sometimes she'd be sitting on his back, head, stomach or chest. One time he'd been kneeling, head bent back as the girl flicked ash into his mouth and drank beer. Jessica remembered the look of sheer joy on Ronan's face when Sonia took a sip of beer, swilled it round her mouth, then squirted it into Ronan's mouth.
After a drunken night out, she'd found herself back in Sonia's room allowing Ronan to massage her tired feet and bathe them with soapy water in a bowl. From then on, Ronan would frequently serve her and Sonia as a seat, footstool, shoe cleaner, footlicker and slave; but always with a mutual agreement. It tickled the girls to have an attentive toy, and it tickled Ronan to be toyed with.
Jessica came aware that Ronan was slipping her shoe from her foot. She glanced down, then took a sip of her tea. Ronan's tongue started lapping at her heel, caressing it and cleaning it. He worked in rythmic cycles from her heel up toward her toes. Jessica smiled, it was soothing, feeling his little wet tongue tracing its way along her sensitive sole. It tickled a little, but she thought that was kinda nice too. Ronan was licking the pad of her foot now, just behind her toes, and the knowledge that he was about to be licking her toes just made things all the better.
The first touch of Ronan's tongue, sweeping left to right under the arch of her toes, made Jessica giggle. Her little foot jiggled in Ronan's hands, lightly buffeting his face. This movement made him grin hugely. "Sorry" they both said simultaneously. They both smiled as Jessica firmly pressed her foot back onto Ronan's lips, determined to keep it there. Ronan was in heaven. It was like a deep, hypnotic trance. He was floating. His tongue played in the gaps between Jessica's toes, insinuating itself slowly into the spaces in between, before thrusting up wantonly and wiggling, producing further giggles and wiggles. In these moments Ronan thought he was the luckiest man in the world.
When he'd finished Jessica's left foot, he placed her stilleto upright on his bare chest and eased her slender foot back inside. The heel bit a little into his skin as her foot went home. Jessica applied light pressure, and grinned, "If you want to clean my right foot," she said, laughing softly, "you'll have to feed me and make me comfortable." Ronan smiled and said "Of course."
Jessica removed her foot from Ronan's chest, allowing him to kiss the sole as it passed overhead. Then she moved into the living room as Ronan went into the kitchen. She sat watching television, her feet up on a stool as Ronan cooked, and brought occasional glasses of red wine.
Half an hour later, she sat, eating her meal, with her bare feet propped up on Ronan's back. He was on his knees, curled up tight. As she ate, Jessica would occasionally slide her right foot sideways and down so she could ruffle his spiky hair affectionately with her bare sole. Ronan fought to stay still, in spite of the urge to jump up and smother her feet in kisses.
When the meal was eaten, and Ronan had cleared away, Jessica spoke, "My right foot is still waiting" she said playfully. Ronan grinned and made to grasp the proffered delicacy. "Shoe first," Jessica said wickedly. Ronan grasped the shoe in trembling hands, raised it to his face and began to lick. He sucked the heel like he was drinking from a straw, before lapping the sole, the sides and the toe. "Lick the insides as well would you?" Jessica said casually. Ronan licked the lining and insole of her shoe delightedly, tasting sweat and swallowing traces of dead skin. "Want to lick the foot now?" she asked, wiggling it under his nose.
She laughed to see him drop the shoe he was holding and reach swiftly, hungrily, desperately for her foot. The look of ecstasy on his face pleased her. To be so cherished, wanted, worshipped, made her feel good about herself. She'd realised long ago that Ronan's willing worship made her feel special, like some kind of goddess.
The phone rang while Ronan had half her foot inside his hungry mouth. Jessica picked up. "Oh hi Sonia," she began, "Yeah he's here, Yeah, it's halfway down his throat," she laughed, "Sure you can come over."