In Which Amaranth Toes The Line
“You know what?” Feejee said when we gave her the dish from Hazel. She held it back out to me. “You should take this.”
“Are you sure?” I asked to be polite. I could always have more candy and cake, but I felt like I’d eaten more than my share throughout the party. “It didn’t seem like you had a lot at the party, and then you had to leave.”
“Yeah, it’s not really my kind of food,” she said. “You should eat more, anyway. Get some meat on those bones.”
“Uh, right,” I said, my mouth going from watering to dry.
“We’ve really got to get going,” Amaranth said, tugging me down the hall.
Not that I gave her much resistance. “Alone time with nymph” vs. “ogled by hungry mermaids” was not a hard decision to make.
Dee opened her door as we approached it.
“I apologize for delaying you,” Dee said. “But how is Steff?”
“Better,” Amaranth said. “Tired. I think she’ll be okay. She’s with Viktor… he won’t let anything happen to her.”
“That is good,” Dee said. “I hope you will convey my apologies to Two and her friend Hazel for my abrupt departure. I felt that by staying any longer I risked making an inappropriate scene.”
“Oh, um… I’m sure it’s fine,” Amaranth said. She pulled out the container for Dee. “And anyway, we were going to stop by to give you this… Hazel packed up some leftovers for you.”
“She did? I would not have had her go out of her way like that, when I chose to leave,” Dee said.
“Oh, she did one for everybody,” I said. “She told us before that it’s traditional to give gifts to the guests, where she’s from.”
“Ah,” Dee said, accepting the dish. “Well, I suppose that is different. You are certain Steff’s condition is stable?”
“Stable and improving, from what I could tell,” Amaranth said.
“I will trust your judgment as a natural healer,” Dee said. She gave Amaranth a deep bow. “Good night. Good night, Mackenzie.”
“Wow, I wouldn’t have expected her to be so worried over Steff,” I said after she’d closed the door.
“I think Steff touches something in her,” Amaranth said. “There’s very little attraction, which is a shame, but Dee responds to her in other ways.” She grabbed my hand and tugged me towards my door. “But, come on… I want to get going before it gets any later. We put Two’s stuff in Hazel’s room earlier, so we won’t have to worry about being interrupted.”
I got the door unlocked and open and Amaranth all but shoved me through. She tried to get my coat off me at the same time I did and just ended up slowing me down… after that, she just started grabbing my clothes and pulling them. At first I thought she’d ripped my shirt off, literally tearing it, but then I realized it was just gone and she was on to my jeans, and then my bra.
“Oh my goddess, little missy, you have no idea how bad I want you right now,” she said, reaching for my panties with both hands. Her aggressiveness was both startling and thrilling. “Sleeping beside you is nice, but it’s like… like being a kid in the world’s biggest toy store and not being allowed to play with anything.” She giggled and seized my waistband, content to slide them slowly down the long way instead of yanking them out of this plane of existence. “But then, you are my toy.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I said. The heat that spread out over my face and down my body felt less like embarrassment and more like excitement than usual.
Her toy. Her toy. Her toy. There was no part of that thought that didn’t turn me on. I was hers. I was a toy.
“I want to do something different with you tonight,” she said when she’d got my underwear to the floor. “Would you like that?”
“Yes, ma’am,” I said.
“We’re going to do a little bit of roleplaying to spice things up,” she said. She stepped back and stood with her hands on her hips, posing sexily. “I am wearing a long, loose cardigan, open over a teeny little camisole and a strapless bra,” she said, moving her hands up and down her naked sides. “And a skirt with stockings and garters and a pair of pumps. I want you to undress me.”
“Ma’am?” I said, confused.
“I said, I want you to undress me,” she said. “Slowly. Sexily.”
When I didn’t move, she said, “Come here,” and I did. She took my hands and put them on the sides of her stomach. “Here’s the edges of the cardigan,” she said. “Now take it off me.”
Feeling stupid and about as unsexy as it was possible to feel, I tried to mime like I was taking a jacket off of Amaranth.
“Oh, baby… how do you like it?” Amaranth moaned.
“What?”
“The sweater,” she said. “Tell me about it.”
“Um… it’s soft,” I said.
“And fluffy?”
“Very fluffy,” I said.
“Now just throw it anywhere,” she said. She lifted her hands. “And the cami next.”
Even though I didn’t do anything but run my hands from her waist up to her shoulders and the over her head, Amaranth shivered and wriggled like I was discovering whole kingdoms of new erogenous zones. She had me take off her “bra” and “skirt”, too. It wasn’t until she “stepped out of her shoes” and we got to the stockings that I really started to feel it. But then, it was an incredibly sexy thing to start at her thigh and go all the down towards her feet without the pretense of clothing. Adding that scenario didn’t take much away from it.
Actually, when I pictured her in silk stockings and actually imagined I was peeling them off of her, it added something. Too late to help anything, I wondered if the rest of it would have felt less silly if I’d put myself into the scene a little more.
When I finished the second leg, down on my knees with her foot in my hand, she looked down at me and giggled.
“And now, I’m completely naked,” she said. “You don’t know how dirty I felt going around all day without any panties. You did a good job undressing me, though. I think you deserve a little reward. Would you like that?”
“Yes, ma’am,” I said.
She reached out, leaning on one leg since I was still holding her foot, snagged my desk chair and sat down on it.
“You seem to like my feet,” she said. “Would you like to kiss it?”
I blushed. Amaranth could see a person’s desires as easily as she could read the expression on a face. I didn’t go around looking at people’s feet or anything, but I’d sometimes had odd daydreams about being trampled or being forced to kiss certain people’s feet. They had definitely at least verged on being sexual.
“I asked you a question, baby,” Amaranth said in her warning tone.
“Yes, ma’am,” I said.
“Go ahead,” she said. I started to lean in. “Just one kiss,” she said. “The top, above the toes. Only lips.”
Commanding restraint seemed out of place from Amaranth, but I obeyed, just a quick brush of the lips. Done that way, it wasn’t much different than kissing the back of a hand. There was little feeling of humiliation, apart from some incidental feelings of ridiculousness, and it hardly seemed intimate.
“That wasn’t what you wanted… was it, baby?” Amaranth asked.
“No, ma’am,” I admitted.
“What do you want to do, then?” she asked.
There was the hot rush to my cheeks. I squeezed my eyes shut and murmured, “Lick.”
“What’s that?” she asked. “You shouldn’t mumble when I ask you a question.”
“I want to lick,” I said. “Your feet. Your toes. All over.”
“Do you?”
“Yes, ma’am,” I said.
“Well… it doesn’t matter what you want, does it?”
“No, ma’am.”
“You’re my toy and I am your owner,” she said.
“Yes!”
“But… as it happens… I want you to do that,” she said. “I want you to taste my foot. Lick it. Lick every inch of it, starting from the heel.”
Kneeling before her, looking up the length of her leg with her foot in my hand, I didn’t need to be told twice. She tipped her foot up so the sole was towards me and I scooted back a bit, then lowered my face and raised her foot closer to it. Out of love and gratitude, I kissed her foot several more times before I began licking.
“Slower,” she said. “I want to feel your tongue moving over my skin.”
Obediently, I traced a long line, feeling as well as tasting my way over the contours of her foot.
Disgusting. Filthy. The litany in my head was quieter than it once would have been, but it was still there.
Damn straight, I told it.
The reality was that the bottom of Amaranth’s foot felt and tasted no different than the skin on her neck, or anywhere else on her body. It didn’t matter if she was fresh from the shower or if she’d just walked barefoot across a barnyard, her feet were cleaner than anything on my body ever would be. But the idea of lowering myself, physically and metaphorically…
Hot. Hot enough to ignore reality and wallow a bit in the fantasy that I was cleaning her feet with my mouth.
“Do it again,” she said, when I’d reached the end of her last toe. “I want to make sure you didn’t miss anything.”
I did, and she began to moan. I glanced up and saw her hand between her legs.
“Tell me how I taste,” she said.
“Wonderful,” I said, and it was true.
After seeing her reaction to Iona’s predatory state, I had a tiny suspicion we might have been enjoying this scenario from two very different angles, but I didn’t care. I was right where I wanted to be, beneath my owner. Filth under her feet.
She’d called it a treat for me, but the fact that she enjoyed this so much, whatever the reason, just fueled my enthusiasm.
“Now the other one,” she said breathlessly, and I repeated the process, tonguestroke by loving tonguestroke.
“Now my toes,” she said when I’d done both soles twice. “Suck on them. Gobble them all up.”
I felt a momentary twinge of uncertainty at the thought of having her flesh in my mouth, with that kind of phrase given for context. But there wasn’t any real danger of me losing control. I wasn’t hungry. I wasn’t angry. I was calm and I was happy, and I wasn’t in control to begin with. I was in my safe place, on the floor in front of my owner.
Amaranth shrieked and squealed with glee when I sucked her big toe. She wasn’t giving me any directions any more, so I tried to respond based on how she responded to me, and it quickly became apparent that what really drove her wild was me going wild. I abandoned the slow, methodical technique I’d used in worshipping the bottom of her feet and jumped from toe to toe, sucking and even nibbling with lip-covered teeth at random. She writhed so much she started pumping her legs, kicking me in the face with both feet at one point, and that was better.
I felt like I could have spent the whole night down in front of her, lavishing attention on just her feet… but there was so much more of her, and even as I could say I was perfectly content the excitement I gained from it was building up other desires.
Eventually Amaranth’s own excitement built up to the point where it wasn’t really possible for me to keep hold of her feet, much less safely keep my mouth on them. She jumped off the chair and tackled me. We rolled around on the rug a bit until she was on top of me, and I savored the feeling of her sun-warm body blanketing me. I was beneath her again, in a different and equally delicious way. She wasn’t in a mood to savor for long, though. With deft insistence, she started rearranging our bodies into the position we’d tried once and been interrupted: legs entwined, bodies joined at the most intimate point.
As before, I felt the shudder of self-revulsion at the thought that she was sullying herself by touching me there… polluting her pure and perfect, divinely ordered self with my infernally tainted, inherently filthy womanhood… but after the long session at her feet, that feeling just added to the foreplay.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” Amaranth said, and it was the first time I’d heard her use the word “fuck” where it retained its usual visceral, deep down dirty connotations. This wasn’t casual. This wasn’t matter-of-fact. This was personal, the way a grudge match was, and when Amaranth started driving herself against me, it was intense in a way I would never have thought to associate with loving lesbian sex.
“Brutal” might have been the word, if there had been any violence.
She came almost at once but she kept grinding against me. I felt my own orgasm building and building until I was dizzy with the need for release, until the room around me was nothing but shapes and colors, until I could feel nothing but a hundred thousand pins and needles… but the release never came.
“Are… you… close?” Amaranth said between gasps.
I couldn’t answer that. I mean, I physically couldn’t… the air wasn’t staying in my lungs long enough to even have a look around… but I didn’t know. I felt close. I felt more than close. I felt like I was past it. And yet I wasn’t there.
Amaranth moved her hand between us. I only barely registered this, much less what she was doing… but it was like she’d flicked the trigger on a crossbow and I was off like a bolt. We rode each other until I finished screaming and then we lay there. I couldn’t see her without moving my head, but I could feel her smooth legs against mine. Both of us wet with the other’s fluids. It was hard to imagine a more intimate exchange.
“I love you so much, Mack!” she gasped out.
“I love you, too!”
I will admit that I’m NOT a foot fetish kinda guy. In fact I really don’t understand that particular kink. If it wasn’t for particular kinks of my own I would probably be kinda prejudice against this kind of thing. Having said that, I was soo turned on reading about the whole foot licking part of this story. The rest of it was just the nail polish on the toe. 🙂
Gotta say, she can make anything hot with her writing.
I mean, how often can someone make getting their pussy literally EATEN sexy instead of insanely horrifying?
Heh. Somebody needs to watch the Foot Fetishist video by Count Boogie.
http://www.poetv.com/video.php?vid=83725
The nerves in the brain for the foot are right next to the nerves for the genitalia. If fact, for people missing their lower limbs, “fantom foot syndrome” is thought to be caused by the nerves for the genitalia taking over the vacated space. Just some food for thought…
I wish that Mack had taken disrobing Amaranth seriously from the beginning – I think that would be really nice to read!