the cardinal
11-23-2003, 4:06 AM
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the cardinal
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Jenny's Whims - Part III
by cardinal
Erin knew what was expected of her. She just didn’t know how to start. Hesitantly, she leaned forward a bit further and parted her lips. Her tongue snaked out and was about the touch the tip of Jenny’ right big toe when suddenly the toe disappeared from view.
“In your dreams, bitch!”, Jenny laughed. She had removed her foot from Erin’s palm and it now rested at the edge of her bed, with the heel supporting the foot and the toes hanging over the edge. “You don’t get to lick my foot so easily. Even my brother didn’t get that far. The most I let him do was taste them by sucking the sweat from my gym socks.” The glint in Jenny’s eyes was enough to tell Erin that this was no exaggeration. This girl was used to being serviced this way.
“You should’ve heard him beg”, Jenny continued. “Maybe if you do this job well I’ll let you suck my socks clean. Would you like that my little foot-bitch?”
Jenny dangled her foot down a bit and ran the tip of her big toenail along Erin’s lips. Erin didn’t know how to react to this. This was going way too fast. She was surprised mostly by the fact that she was fast becoming the personal foot-slave of her own stepdaughter, and that she didn’t really mind being one.
So Erin did what she did best. She gave in. She lowered her face and placed a moist kiss on the toenail that was playing with her lips.
“I’d be honored to drink your foot-sweat from your gym socks, Miss Jenny”, Erin replied humbly. “If you allow me to, of course”, she was quick to add.
“Convince me of your devotion and I may just do that”, Jenny said, looking down at her new property. “But till then, use the tweezers. Remember, I find one microscopic piece of dirt, you’re history. I’ll just find a better slave, or hopefully Pete will come back for vacations. Either way, you can forget my feet forever.”
Erin was confused. Ideally, the words Jenny spoke wouldn’t really matter. But they did. Erin suddenly caught herself resolving not to overlook any dirt under Jenny’s toenails. She realized she wanted this. She needed this. She had to please Jenny. She had to have a taste.
Erin picked up the tweezers that she used sometimes to pick out stones lodged between the ridges on the soles of Jenny’s sneakers. She now knew what Jenny meant. While she still had to be thorough in her duties, she would have to earn the privilege of using her tongue to do it. Till then, the tweezers had to do. Lucky tweezers, Erin thought.
“I don’t have all day you know!”, Jenny snapped.
Erin quickly got up and got the little stool she used to sometimes stand on to reach the shelves in her kitchen. It was a small stool, perfect for the task she was destined to perform. She placed it just before Jenny and bending down, gently picked up Jenny’s right foot and placed it on the stool. Sitting down on the floor just before Jenny’s feet, Erin began her job.
She parted Jenny’s right big toe from her second toe with her left hand, and was surprised to see dirt collected in huge amounts. Reaching in with the tweezers, she gently picked up a piece that dislodged easily. Holding it securely between the tweezers, she carried the piece of dirt from between Jenny’s big and second toes towards her mouth. Opening her mouth, she placed the toejam on her tongue and looked up at Jenny just before closing her mouth. She continued looking into Jenny’s eyes while she savored it, sucking on it softly, forcing the toejam to release more and more taste of Jenny’s toes. When she couldn’t coax any more sweat out of it, she started chewing on it. She was surprised to find it quite chewy, and was almost hesitant to swallow it down. But swallow it she did, knowing there was lots more of it, waiting for her between Jenny’s toes.
Erin continued picking out pieces of dirt from between Jenny’s right big and second toes, using the tweezers as Jenny had ordered. As she chewed on each delectable morsel, she could taste Jenny’s foot-sweat and occasionally the dead skin from between her toes. Now and then a piece of toejam would dislodge and fall to the floor. Erin, eager to please her demanding stepdaughter, would quickly pick it up with the tweezers and eat it as if it was caramel candy. To her it was the only way to get Jenny to like her. To her, it tasted better than caramel candy.
When there was no more toejam to be found between the first two toes, Jenny wiggled her toes to signal Erin to start on the next toes. Erin did as told. She was a good bitch.
The whole task took two hours. By the time Erin reached the little toe of the left foot, her fingers felt like they would fall off from the strain of manipulating the tweezers for so long. Swallowing the last piece of edible toejam, Erin looked up at Jenny in a questioning way. Jenny nodded, knowing fully well that Erin was seeking permission to start on her toenails.
“Here, use this”, Jenny instructed Erin, handing her a small instrument shaped like a spatula. “Do this well and I’ll reward you. Fuck this up, and you’ll be licking my bathroom clean from tomorrow.”
Erin was beyond caring. She would have licked Jenny’s feet and her bathroom if Jenny had demanded. She just wanted to please Jenny. All she wanted right now was for Jenny to accept her service as her personal toejam cleaner. Just that, and Erin could die a happy slave.
(to be continued)
the cardinal
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Jenny's Whims - Part III
by cardinal
Erin knew what was expected of her. She just didn’t know how to start. Hesitantly, she leaned forward a bit further and parted her lips. Her tongue snaked out and was about the touch the tip of Jenny’ right big toe when suddenly the toe disappeared from view.
“In your dreams, bitch!”, Jenny laughed. She had removed her foot from Erin’s palm and it now rested at the edge of her bed, with the heel supporting the foot and the toes hanging over the edge. “You don’t get to lick my foot so easily. Even my brother didn’t get that far. The most I let him do was taste them by sucking the sweat from my gym socks.” The glint in Jenny’s eyes was enough to tell Erin that this was no exaggeration. This girl was used to being serviced this way.
“You should’ve heard him beg”, Jenny continued. “Maybe if you do this job well I’ll let you suck my socks clean. Would you like that my little foot-bitch?”
Jenny dangled her foot down a bit and ran the tip of her big toenail along Erin’s lips. Erin didn’t know how to react to this. This was going way too fast. She was surprised mostly by the fact that she was fast becoming the personal foot-slave of her own stepdaughter, and that she didn’t really mind being one.
So Erin did what she did best. She gave in. She lowered her face and placed a moist kiss on the toenail that was playing with her lips.
“I’d be honored to drink your foot-sweat from your gym socks, Miss Jenny”, Erin replied humbly. “If you allow me to, of course”, she was quick to add.
“Convince me of your devotion and I may just do that”, Jenny said, looking down at her new property. “But till then, use the tweezers. Remember, I find one microscopic piece of dirt, you’re history. I’ll just find a better slave, or hopefully Pete will come back for vacations. Either way, you can forget my feet forever.”
Erin was confused. Ideally, the words Jenny spoke wouldn’t really matter. But they did. Erin suddenly caught herself resolving not to overlook any dirt under Jenny’s toenails. She realized she wanted this. She needed this. She had to please Jenny. She had to have a taste.
Erin picked up the tweezers that she used sometimes to pick out stones lodged between the ridges on the soles of Jenny’s sneakers. She now knew what Jenny meant. While she still had to be thorough in her duties, she would have to earn the privilege of using her tongue to do it. Till then, the tweezers had to do. Lucky tweezers, Erin thought.
“I don’t have all day you know!”, Jenny snapped.
Erin quickly got up and got the little stool she used to sometimes stand on to reach the shelves in her kitchen. It was a small stool, perfect for the task she was destined to perform. She placed it just before Jenny and bending down, gently picked up Jenny’s right foot and placed it on the stool. Sitting down on the floor just before Jenny’s feet, Erin began her job.
She parted Jenny’s right big toe from her second toe with her left hand, and was surprised to see dirt collected in huge amounts. Reaching in with the tweezers, she gently picked up a piece that dislodged easily. Holding it securely between the tweezers, she carried the piece of dirt from between Jenny’s big and second toes towards her mouth. Opening her mouth, she placed the toejam on her tongue and looked up at Jenny just before closing her mouth. She continued looking into Jenny’s eyes while she savored it, sucking on it softly, forcing the toejam to release more and more taste of Jenny’s toes. When she couldn’t coax any more sweat out of it, she started chewing on it. She was surprised to find it quite chewy, and was almost hesitant to swallow it down. But swallow it she did, knowing there was lots more of it, waiting for her between Jenny’s toes.
Erin continued picking out pieces of dirt from between Jenny’s right big and second toes, using the tweezers as Jenny had ordered. As she chewed on each delectable morsel, she could taste Jenny’s foot-sweat and occasionally the dead skin from between her toes. Now and then a piece of toejam would dislodge and fall to the floor. Erin, eager to please her demanding stepdaughter, would quickly pick it up with the tweezers and eat it as if it was caramel candy. To her it was the only way to get Jenny to like her. To her, it tasted better than caramel candy.
When there was no more toejam to be found between the first two toes, Jenny wiggled her toes to signal Erin to start on the next toes. Erin did as told. She was a good bitch.
The whole task took two hours. By the time Erin reached the little toe of the left foot, her fingers felt like they would fall off from the strain of manipulating the tweezers for so long. Swallowing the last piece of edible toejam, Erin looked up at Jenny in a questioning way. Jenny nodded, knowing fully well that Erin was seeking permission to start on her toenails.
“Here, use this”, Jenny instructed Erin, handing her a small instrument shaped like a spatula. “Do this well and I’ll reward you. Fuck this up, and you’ll be licking my bathroom clean from tomorrow.”
Erin was beyond caring. She would have licked Jenny’s feet and her bathroom if Jenny had demanded. She just wanted to please Jenny. All she wanted right now was for Jenny to accept her service as her personal toejam cleaner. Just that, and Erin could die a happy slave.
(to be continued)