Consequences.
(Part 1)
This mean little series was inspired by the very, VERY rare, but unfortunately real, sorta Dm that I find waiting for me once in a very blue moon.
When a foot boy decides he’s going to make demands of me and attempt to dictate my life and actions… While I’m away on vacation unwinding and recharging?!
What the Dm was about. What he said and what it insinuated isn’t relevant, because the context of it was quite literally wrong and irrelevant in of itself, so I won’t waste the rest of your time on getting into it.
I’ll just say, now you know why this series is called “Consequences.” 😈
What you are seeing right now, are bits and pieces of the view that a rather rude foot boy tied to the chair at the foot of my bed is seeing…
Cuffed, tied, strapped and bound so tight, so dramatically, that he can’t even move his chin an inch. He is, quite literally, completely immobile save for his eyes which dart, shift and zoom around their focus as I dance, fidget and flex my soles before him throughout the night.
My sleepy, vulnerable, satin soft, pink, insatiably pretty and incredible soles…
If he wasn’t tied so purposely in place, I could only assume just how much he would be enjoying that SATIN SOFTNESS unfolding before his helpless, horny eyes…
If he wasn’t tied so purposely in place, I know his lips would be dancing and loving all over each of those perfect, pink details. His lucky mouth, mouth fucking all up and down my mind blowing creamy soles over and over and over while his hand strokes his pathetic cock.
And if he wasn’t tied so purposely in place, that same pathetic cock would likely be having its way with my soles… Fucking, humping and grunting his way with them as much as possible before I awoke.
But he IS tied so purposely in place, and will remain so for the next several days.
And it’s obviously very important to note, that this is not for fun or “good” reasons, but because he fucked up. He fucked up good, and fuck-ups come with consequences.
By the end of the first night he’ll be repeatedly apologizing over and over and over in a hopes that I will forgive the error of his ways and allow him the privilege to kiss these SATIN SOFT soles calling out to him!
By the end of the second night, his apologizes will become desperate. Frantic. Mixed with mournful regret for the stupid shit he said, reciting over and over how SATIN SOFT, gorgeous, detailed and addicting my soles look! How bad he needs them more than anything right now.
But by the 3rd night, having gotten nothing from me as of yet. Not a word, not a glance, not even the slightest acknowledgement of his mere existence, his pleading will have turned to agony. Trying wth all his might to buck and free himself from his chair!
A foot lover being driven mad by the constant sight of my SATIN SOFT soles humming in all their pink and milf-wrinkles glory, pushing him beyond his own minds limits.
Once he’s there, at that point of agony, that’s when you guys will be invited into my room for the night…
You and my husband. 🥰
Two wonderful, caring, respectful gentleman. Real men, who I want nothing more than to make happy with these cute, vulnerable soles while I slumber!
The two of you will sniff, kiss, lick and suck!
Rub your faces into the soft, pink SATIN of my heels, toes and arches as you happily lose yourself in foot fetish paradise! All while that pathetic asshole behind you just sits whimpering and wishing that he could be one of you!
Then.
Then maybe he will know. Maybe he will have learned his lesson.
And not only a lesson that is valuable to know when it comes to women like me, but a life lesson that he would be wise to use with all of his fellow humans:
Do not take peoples kindness, love and compassion for granted and assume it makes them weak. It does not. It makes them strong.
And if you decide to fuck with strong people? Well, there will be…
Consequences.
To Be Continued…
Xoxo
-Gwen 👸🏼