Humilated by a foot mode - by D

My name is Gabrielle, gabby for short. I'm 19 years old, black hair about 5'6. people always compare me to avril lavigne, I don't know why I guess its cuz I dress like her sort've. Anyway, I had a wrestling expirence with a 21 year old, her name was Jennifer, she was a model for a lot of local teen clothing lines, skater type girlie clothing, she was a cute girl, very full of herself, black hair to her shoulders, about 5'7, a nice figure(she was a 34c), long sexy legs. We weren't great friends, we had been assigned a project together, a criminal justice presentation neither of us were too keen on. Anyway we were at her house on a Sunday afternoon, it was about 75 degrees out, beginning of may borderline spring/summer weather. We were in her living room, I was flipping through the channels, I came across wrestling, I loved the stuff since I was young. So I stopped  on the channel, I guess jen wasn't a fan, "fuckin change this shit, it's fake." she ordered in a stern voice, I ignored
  her and she smacked the back of my head, "ouch! What the hell?!" she snickered as she laid her notebook down, "change it or you get smacked again." She threatened, "fight me." I muttered, this was something I always muttered out of sarcasim, jen took it in a different fashion.  "that's not fighting gabby, that's wrestling." I turned and looked at her, "yeah so?" she laughed as she rubbed the back of her neck, "you need to be athletic to do that stuff, you would break like a twig honey.." I sat on my knees and put the remote down, she was such a bitch I couldn't believe she said that. "I could take you, you're a little model thing you'd break before me." I felt good for defending myself, I figured she would shutup if someone stood up to her for once, "wanna bet?" she questioned, I had butterflies all of the sudden, to think I would have the chance to put her in her place, "ok, what did you have in mind?" she stood up off the sofa slowly, "well if you beat me I'll do the entire
  project myself," this already sounded great, I watched wrestling for so long I knew a lot of the moves I'd be fine, she would be lost. "and when I wipe the carpet with you, you have to massage my barefeet, with your tongue." I paused, if I did lose this would be embarrassing, and it would just make her head even bigger than it already is, jen models toe rings and ankle bracelets, her feet are her babies she gets weekly pedicures and is always sporting open toe shoes to show them off. But for some reason I still felt confident, "ok, deal." I was in a marilyn Monroe black tank top, Capri pants and ankle socks, jen was in a baby blue belly t-shirt exposing her tan mid-section and belly button ring. She had white cotton shorts on and white ankle socks. We moved the coffee table and our school work, "ok pin or submission?" I asked her as she took her socks off, I followed her lead, "why not one of each?" she asked as she rubbed her toes, "ok deal, let's go." We circled each other
  briefly, I leaped for her left ankle trying to get a hold on her legs and hopefully get a chance to break a toe or two, the bitch grabbed my ears and kneed me in the cheek, the blast sent me stumbling back, I opened my eyes and saw double briefly, by this time jen was forcing me on my back, I struggled but to no avail, she pinned me down with her legs on each side of me, her knees bent in what is called a school girl pin, I kicked my legs furiously and tried to buckle her off me to no avail, "a personal trainer is a nice thing to have, not that you would know." She grinned down at me, I threw my legs up to try and catch her around the neck, in a flash she grabbed both legs and forced them down on me, they almost touched her tighs, it hurt like hell I wouldn't lie. I squealed, my eyes began to tear, "well since your in too much pain to submit, this will count as a pin fall.." The bitch counted to ten, very slowly on purpose of course and I sat almost motionless bending my toes
  slightly so my feet didn't fall asleep. After the ten count she let my legs go, and stood up hovering over me, after another second she grabbed me by the neck and forced me up, she tossed me onto the sofa and leaped on me quickly, I was on my back and she sat around my lower back area. "S-stop!" I muttered as she yanked my arms back and sat on them with her rear end, she extended her legs out, the soles o f her barefeet pointing upward, inches from my face. She sighed "this was easier than I thought it would be gab, you really let me down." She yanked on my head and moved her feet closer to my body, right under where my face just was, I stared down at her tan legs, her pedicured barefeet, and before I could even mutter submission again she lowered my face onto her soles. She held me there for several minutes, I tried to give but when I opened my mouth all I got was a mouthful of foot. She laughed as she ran my nose over the soles of her feet, I breathed in against my will, when I
  had a space between her feet and my face I breathed out my mouth, but that didn't last more than a few second. Finally she lifted my head and asked if I would submit, "Had enough?" she snickered as she bent her toes and lowered my face again, "y-yes please I give up.." I muttered almost crying now. For shit's and giggles she rubbed my face over her soles again, this time for about fifteen seconds. "That's what I thought, I don't lost gab, at anything." She rolled me off the sofa, with a handful of my hair still, I was sitting on my knees, she sat balancing on her heels. "Time to lick toe cunt..." I knew if I didn't she would only torture me longer, my tongue shot out, from the bottom of her sole to her big toe, when I got there I bathed all five toes, I could taste the sock lint and a hint of sweat I guess she had been outside probably sitting by her pool like always, "make sure you get in between the toes too, lick the sweat and sock lint clean off or I beat you up again." I did as
  I was told, both feet, this chore lasted about 45 minutes as she kept having me go over spots again saying one toe wasn't clean enough, my tongue quivered the entire time, I closed my eyes briefly but when I did she smacked me with her big tan

Feet, "no, I want you to stare at my feet, if you don't you wouldn't do a good job and ill get pissed, you don't want that." When it finally ended she placed her feet to my face and forced me on my back, she stood up and placed her barefoot on my face, through the cracks between her long toes I could see her posing like she was on the cover of YM or something, I laid motionless to let her enjoy the moment, "I win, you lose." she lifted her foot and stared at me, "kiss my foot." She ordered, I laid several pecks on her soles before she left me alone finally.



By: D