Staying with your high school friend for a week and his college bro, back home on break, is already teasing you with his meaty foot propped up on the table. Him jogging your memory about all those times through your junior high when he made you his foot rest. How could you forget as he was the one who instigated your foot fetish to begin with? Him resting his feet on your shoulders or chest, if you were lying on the floor, designating you as his personal footstool. Becoming more dominant and moving his feet to your face, forcing you to smell them despite your efforts to get away. You, acting weak at times and letting him winand just taking it, letting him overwhelm with his foot odor with little resistance. Now, with this arrogant gesture, you see he hasn’t changed his dominant tendency much at all. You try to remain cool and collected and respond,” Yeah, I remember. I was always trapped on the floor under your big feet. Felt like the footrest whenever we were all watching tv.” You hear your friend and his parents come down the hallway, bringing groceries in, and see him quickly remove his foot. He gets up and leans in toward you, covertly saying,” You WERE my footrest every time you were over and YOU did like it. You probably still do as you haven’t been able to take your eyes off my feet since I’ve arrived. Don’t worry, if you want them in your face again, I expect you on the floor being my footrest.” He claps you on the shoulder, adding cockily,” I’ll get ‘em nice and smelly for you too.” He heads up the stairs to his bedroom. You literally can’t wait to be foot smothered by him again and hopefully will get to suck his toes. It’s going to be a great week getting reacquainted with his big feet.
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