Seeing your preppy college roommate bare feet up on the door of his car, knowing they’ve been baking in his Sperries most of the day, and also anticipating what he’ll make you do as you still need him to drive you around as your car is in the shop. He see’s you, bright smile across his face, and say’s,”What up slave…? Who’s your master?” You slightly grin at him and respond,”You are.” Still smiling, he responds,”Hell yah I am. And who’s going to enjoy my smelly feet rubbed in his face for this ride?” You hop in the passenger seat, face him, and say,”Me.” Without hesitation, he swings his bare feet around toward you, and shoves them in your face. You sink down some, letting his bare soles smear against your nose and mouth as you inhale their sweaty odor. “Fuck yah you are, foot slave.” You smell the soles of his feet and under his toes for several minutes before hearing him say,”How do they smell?” Face still plastered against the bottoms, unable to see anything but his soles, you muffle,”Wonderful master. Love your hot foot odor” You hear him laugh and reply,”Good slave. I know you like it.” He removes his feet and drives you to your location. You get out, remind him you’ll be in in an hour or so, and you watch him drive away. Already getting used to his foot scent, you know you’ll have to probably suck his toes and lick his feet upon him picking you up. You’ve only had him as a roommate for a short while but his foot dominance toward you, smelling and feeling his feet smother your face, is slowly drawing you in.
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