the cardinal
11-22-2003, 3:38 AM
Jenny's Whims - Part II
by the cardinal
Erin picked up Jenny’s foot and placed it softly in her lap, proceeding to untie Jenny’s laces. The mud from the street was still encrusted on Jenny’s sneakers but Erin knew better than to show any disrespect. Jenny would have her hide.
As soon as the laces were undone and Erin had pried the sneaker off Jenny’s right foot, the smell emanating from the depths of the sneaker told Erin all about Jenny’s hectic schedule at the cheerleading practice session. It had been some weeks now since Erin had been performing this task of “showing how much you love me”, as Jenny had put it when she had told Erin that she would be expected to make sure Jenny’s feet remained spotless at all times. Jenny made it clear that she could not be expected to do this herself as this was a task too low for her to perform. “And anyways, for some reason my feet tend to collect a lot of dirt and sweat and I can’t be expected to clean it myself, can I?”, Jenny had told Erin. So Erin had accepted this task as a means to boosting her relationship with her new stepdaughter. Little did she know that it would transform her life forever.
Erin put the right sneaker aside and proceeded to undo the laces of the left sneaker. Prying that off Jenny’s left foot, Erin was forced to put her hand to her nose. The smell admittedly was too pungent. Though Erin was unaware of this, Jenny had worn the same socks for the past week. She had done that just to get her feet ready for today. Today she meant to take this one giant step further. It was time to test the love.
Putting the left sneaker beside the other, Erin peeled Jenny’s sticky, wet socks off her feet. Holding them by the edge, Erin placed each into its respective sneaker and thought about the time later that day that she would have to spend hand washing these smelly socks. Jenny had also instructed her to clean her sneakers everyday with an old toothbrush. Erin winced at the thought and turned to the task at hand.
Jenny had dirty feet, and that was an understatement. It was true that they had a tendency to pick up dirt very easily. Erin admitted that once they were clean, they were very beautiful, even for a 17-year old. Erin admired beauty and that was the one reason she had even agreed to performing this menial task. Jenny’s feet were slender, with long elegant toes. Jenny liked to grow her toenails half an inch beyond her toes, which meant a lot of dirt accumulated under them throughout the day. More dirt on Jenny’s foot meant more work for Erin.
Erin picked up Jenny’s right foot and cradled the heel in her palm, so that the sole faced her.
“Higher!”, Jenny said, sharply.” How do you expect to clean my foot when you can’t even see where you’re going? You better get all the dirt the first time this time, or you’re gonna be cleaning under my toenails with your own toothbrush.”
Erin flinched at the thought. It was true she hadn’t exactly been performing this daily task as well as she should have been. How do you become good at cleaning someone’s dirty feet, she wondered to herself. But deep inside, she felt happy whenever Jenny bothered to look satisfied. During the past few weeks, there had been only a few times when Jenny had actually looked pleased while inspecting the space between her toes. She had a thing with thoroughness. Just the other day she had threatened to make Erin clean her ass if she didn’t do a good job with her feet. That truly scared Erin. Feet were one thing, ass was totally different. There was no way she wanted to slip down from foot-cleaner to ass-wiper. This thought startled her out of her thoughts and she bent to the task.
Obeying Jenny’s order, she raised Jenny’s right foot until the sole was directly in line with her own eyes. She could see crud encrusted along the lines on Jenny’s sole. “Damn, how does she get them so dirty?”, Erin wondered.
Cradling Jenny’s foot in her left hand, Erin picked up the small towel she had started keeping just for this purpose. Dipping it into the small water basin she had carried from her own room, she brought the towel up towards Jenny’s dirty sole, intending to wipe it down from the toes towards the heel.
“Wait!”, Jenny spoke. Erin’s hand stopped in mid air, inches away from the sole that had kept her busy for at least 45 minutes every day for the last 2 weeks.
“How long have you been doing this?”, Jenny asked Erin, looking down haughtily at her.
“A….a…..around 2 weeks”, Erin stammered, kicking herself mentally for sounding like such a weakling.
“Do you think you have learnt how to clean my feet properly?”, Jenny continued staring at Erin like she was a talking to a tissue that had failed to clean her ass properly.
“I…..I think so, Miss Jenny”, Erin replied, somewhat hesitantly. “I do get all the toejam from between your toes now, just the way you wanted me to, and I have become so good at cleaning your soles spotless………but……”
“But what?”, Jenny cut in, snatching her foot from Erin’s hand and leaning in close to her face, glaring into her eyes. This sudden move startled Erin and in her panic she knocked the water basin over, spilling all the water on the floor.
“…..its…….its just your toenails that I need to practice more on.”, Erin answered, now really scared of the consequences.
“Why, what’s wrong with my toenails? Not good enough for you, bitch?”, Jenny continued glaring at her, while poking her chest with the long and sharp toenail of her right big toe.
“No…..noooo……they’re beautiful”, Erin quickly replied. “They’re just a little long and I haven’t been able to really clean under them properly. But I’ll learn, I really want to learn.” Erin attempted to reassure Jenny of her dedication.
“If you haven’t learnt yet, you never will”, Jenny replied, leaning back into her pillows. “No, my little bitch, its time you tried another method.”
“Wh….whats that?”, Erin asked, not knowing what to expect.
“Pick up my foot!”, Jenny ordered, not even bothering to look at her.
Erin did as she was told. 2 weeks had been enough to show her that this was the only way to respond. Picking up Jenny’s right foot, she held out her left hand palm up so Jenny could rest her foot flat on her palm.
“Get your face closer!”, Erin looked up and saw Jenny peering down at her from between her legs. Braving the smell, Erin did as ordered.
“I hope you’re hungry”, Jenny spoke, as realization hit Erin in the gut.
Erin was no fighter. Giving in was her way of life. She knew she was pathetic. Here she was, about to eat the crud from under the toenails of a 17-year old girl, a girl who was her own stepdaughter. She hated herself. But right now, she knew she had to please Jenny to make her like her. To Erin, this seemed to be the only way.
(to be continued)
by the cardinal
Erin picked up Jenny’s foot and placed it softly in her lap, proceeding to untie Jenny’s laces. The mud from the street was still encrusted on Jenny’s sneakers but Erin knew better than to show any disrespect. Jenny would have her hide.
As soon as the laces were undone and Erin had pried the sneaker off Jenny’s right foot, the smell emanating from the depths of the sneaker told Erin all about Jenny’s hectic schedule at the cheerleading practice session. It had been some weeks now since Erin had been performing this task of “showing how much you love me”, as Jenny had put it when she had told Erin that she would be expected to make sure Jenny’s feet remained spotless at all times. Jenny made it clear that she could not be expected to do this herself as this was a task too low for her to perform. “And anyways, for some reason my feet tend to collect a lot of dirt and sweat and I can’t be expected to clean it myself, can I?”, Jenny had told Erin. So Erin had accepted this task as a means to boosting her relationship with her new stepdaughter. Little did she know that it would transform her life forever.
Erin put the right sneaker aside and proceeded to undo the laces of the left sneaker. Prying that off Jenny’s left foot, Erin was forced to put her hand to her nose. The smell admittedly was too pungent. Though Erin was unaware of this, Jenny had worn the same socks for the past week. She had done that just to get her feet ready for today. Today she meant to take this one giant step further. It was time to test the love.
Putting the left sneaker beside the other, Erin peeled Jenny’s sticky, wet socks off her feet. Holding them by the edge, Erin placed each into its respective sneaker and thought about the time later that day that she would have to spend hand washing these smelly socks. Jenny had also instructed her to clean her sneakers everyday with an old toothbrush. Erin winced at the thought and turned to the task at hand.
Jenny had dirty feet, and that was an understatement. It was true that they had a tendency to pick up dirt very easily. Erin admitted that once they were clean, they were very beautiful, even for a 17-year old. Erin admired beauty and that was the one reason she had even agreed to performing this menial task. Jenny’s feet were slender, with long elegant toes. Jenny liked to grow her toenails half an inch beyond her toes, which meant a lot of dirt accumulated under them throughout the day. More dirt on Jenny’s foot meant more work for Erin.
Erin picked up Jenny’s right foot and cradled the heel in her palm, so that the sole faced her.
“Higher!”, Jenny said, sharply.” How do you expect to clean my foot when you can’t even see where you’re going? You better get all the dirt the first time this time, or you’re gonna be cleaning under my toenails with your own toothbrush.”
Erin flinched at the thought. It was true she hadn’t exactly been performing this daily task as well as she should have been. How do you become good at cleaning someone’s dirty feet, she wondered to herself. But deep inside, she felt happy whenever Jenny bothered to look satisfied. During the past few weeks, there had been only a few times when Jenny had actually looked pleased while inspecting the space between her toes. She had a thing with thoroughness. Just the other day she had threatened to make Erin clean her ass if she didn’t do a good job with her feet. That truly scared Erin. Feet were one thing, ass was totally different. There was no way she wanted to slip down from foot-cleaner to ass-wiper. This thought startled her out of her thoughts and she bent to the task.
Obeying Jenny’s order, she raised Jenny’s right foot until the sole was directly in line with her own eyes. She could see crud encrusted along the lines on Jenny’s sole. “Damn, how does she get them so dirty?”, Erin wondered.
Cradling Jenny’s foot in her left hand, Erin picked up the small towel she had started keeping just for this purpose. Dipping it into the small water basin she had carried from her own room, she brought the towel up towards Jenny’s dirty sole, intending to wipe it down from the toes towards the heel.
“Wait!”, Jenny spoke. Erin’s hand stopped in mid air, inches away from the sole that had kept her busy for at least 45 minutes every day for the last 2 weeks.
“How long have you been doing this?”, Jenny asked Erin, looking down haughtily at her.
“A….a…..around 2 weeks”, Erin stammered, kicking herself mentally for sounding like such a weakling.
“Do you think you have learnt how to clean my feet properly?”, Jenny continued staring at Erin like she was a talking to a tissue that had failed to clean her ass properly.
“I…..I think so, Miss Jenny”, Erin replied, somewhat hesitantly. “I do get all the toejam from between your toes now, just the way you wanted me to, and I have become so good at cleaning your soles spotless………but……”
“But what?”, Jenny cut in, snatching her foot from Erin’s hand and leaning in close to her face, glaring into her eyes. This sudden move startled Erin and in her panic she knocked the water basin over, spilling all the water on the floor.
“…..its…….its just your toenails that I need to practice more on.”, Erin answered, now really scared of the consequences.
“Why, what’s wrong with my toenails? Not good enough for you, bitch?”, Jenny continued glaring at her, while poking her chest with the long and sharp toenail of her right big toe.
“No…..noooo……they’re beautiful”, Erin quickly replied. “They’re just a little long and I haven’t been able to really clean under them properly. But I’ll learn, I really want to learn.” Erin attempted to reassure Jenny of her dedication.
“If you haven’t learnt yet, you never will”, Jenny replied, leaning back into her pillows. “No, my little bitch, its time you tried another method.”
“Wh….whats that?”, Erin asked, not knowing what to expect.
“Pick up my foot!”, Jenny ordered, not even bothering to look at her.
Erin did as she was told. 2 weeks had been enough to show her that this was the only way to respond. Picking up Jenny’s right foot, she held out her left hand palm up so Jenny could rest her foot flat on her palm.
“Get your face closer!”, Erin looked up and saw Jenny peering down at her from between her legs. Braving the smell, Erin did as ordered.
“I hope you’re hungry”, Jenny spoke, as realization hit Erin in the gut.
Erin was no fighter. Giving in was her way of life. She knew she was pathetic. Here she was, about to eat the crud from under the toenails of a 17-year old girl, a girl who was her own stepdaughter. She hated herself. But right now, she knew she had to please Jenny to make her like her. To Erin, this seemed to be the only way.
(to be continued)