Life as a submissive foot fetishist

Bully’s Feet - Part 1

Your friend Tim invited you over to his house to watch the game, you weren’t really into football but you had nothing better to do so you accepted and went. When you arrived at Tim’s, you were the only one there except for him and his girlfriend Sarah. You made small talk with them both and asked if anyone else was coming to watch the game.

“Everyone’s pretty much busy but my friend Daisy is coming with her boyfriend Sam, I think he went to school with you and Tim.” Sarah explained.

You suddenly felt very nervous and your stomach dropped as you turned to your friend Tim, who was looking back at you with a small smirk. “Yeah you remember Sam right? I think he used to pick on you a little bit back in highschool from what I remember.”

A little bit was an understatement, Sam was your highschool bully who made your life a living hell through your teens. He’d push you around in the playground, give you wedgies, steal your money for the canteen and worst of all after sports class once he even shoved his sweaty football sock in your mouth. This was all to the laughter of the kids around you including Tim, who cheered Sam on, probably thankful it was you being picked on rather then him.

“Oh, Daisy has only said good things about him.” Sarah explained as she saw your shocked face. “I wouldnt worry, that’s just how kids act growing up, I’m sure he doesn’t even remember doing that stuff to you.” Just as Sarah was trying to reassure you, the doorbell rang and she got up to answer it.

“Hey guys! Great to see you both. Hi Sam, nice to finally meet you, come on in.” You saw Sarah politely hugging the guests beyond the door inviting them in.

You were staring intently, hoping and praying that it was a different Sam and Sarah was just getting her information mixed up. That’s when you saw him walking in, standing at least 6"5’, blonde hair, blue eyed Sam. He was wearing his gym shorts and singlet, showing off his perfectly muscled body. He was at least double the size from when you saw him last, you wondered how he kept growing while you stayed your measly 5"7’ and skinny framed body.

Sarah and Daisy explained that they were gonna go upstairs and do each others hair. “So you boys enjoy the game.”

Sam walked towards you and Tim sitting on the couch, he was carrying a case of beer on his shoulder with ease. You looked down, for some reason thinking this would make you invisible so he couldn’t see you. Sam walked straight past you towards Tim. “Hey Tim, long time man, haven’t seen you since highschool. Thanks for inviting us. Where should I put this beer?” Sam asked as he shook Tim’s hand.

“Hey Sam, yeah i know, it’s been ages. Ah just dump it on the counter and maybe shove some bottles in the fridge.” Tim explained. Sam walked past you to the kitchen, completely ignoring you. Maybe your wish came true you thought.

Sam came back with 2 beers and handed one to Tim. He turned to look at you sitting there and you thought he was about to hand you a beer, instead he made a moving motion with his hand. “Hey mate, move over would ya, I wanna sit down.” The couch was only a 2-seater so there was really nowhere for you to move. You kinda just moved a bit to the side.

“Just scoot on the floor dude, Sam’s too big to sit down there.” Tim suggested.

“Uh..ok sure Tim.” You slid down off the couch and sat cross legged on the hard floor.

Sam dropped his huge body on the couch and let out an extended sigh. “Fuck, it’s good to finally relax. Cheers bro.” Sam leaned over and clinked his beer to Tim’s and they both started drinking and making small talk completely ignoring you. You were still so shocked to be in the presence of your bully that you didn’t notice his huge gym sneakers directly in front of you, they must have been at least a size 14 or 15, so much bigger than your measly size 7 shoes. You shook your head out of your trance not realising how long you must’ve been staring at Sam’s shoes.

“…yeah it was pretty tough today, I had footy practice this morning and then went for a run afterwards so these big feet got a workout.” Sam explained to Tim as he shook his feet a little side to side.

“Well take your shoes off and relax dude, make yourself at home.” Tim gestured.

“Haha I’d love to man but my feet probably stink, I was running late so I didnt get a chance to change before i came over.”

“It’s fine man, remember how bad those change rooms stank in high school, haha plus we’re all guys here.”

“Yeah well a least the 2 of us are anyway”

They both laughed at this comment as Sam gave you an evil smirk.

“Alright but dont tell me i didnt warn you when i stink up your house.” Sam tried to push his shoe off with the toe of the other but was having trouble releasing his foot. “Oi!” Sam said as he tapped the side of your head with his right shoe. “Make yourself useful and untie my shoes for me.”

You were shocked at this request and looked up at Sam and then to your friend Tim who looked at you, thinking he was coming to your defence. “Help him out man, Sam’s a guest in my house.”

You couldn’t believe what was happening, Tim was meant to be your friend yet he was standing up for your bully. You didn’t want to cause an argument, definitely not with Sam, so you started fumbling with the knots on his sneakers which were tied pretty tight.

“Thanks Tim.” Sam said as he lay back.

Why was Sam thanking Tim, you were the one untying his shoes. After a few minutes of fumbling with the laces you eventually got them loose.

It worked out perfect for everyone for those first few months, but I never expected them to eventually fall in love! Although he is eleven years younger than me he is now the man of the house, and for the last 3 weeks I have been following his every order and being his hopelessly devoted slave 24/7. Since he moved in he’s made me wear a chastity belt and a shock collar, and he and my wife are constantly on top of each other like rabbits! Whenever I try to sneak off and hide for a while to just relax and try to feel normal again he zaps my collar and orders me to come pamper his feet- I spend HOURS each day endlessly sniffing, kissing, and making out with his often ripe feet.