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Neighbour’s feet story 10
« on: August 19, 2021, 06:21:50 AM »

Hello everyone again! This story is about my neighbour Sheena aunty. As you guys already know how she’s been using me as her slave in the past. She always comes up with the best ways to bring me under her feet. I don’t know how she does it but seems like I always end up under her feet even if I have wanted to or not. She just makes it happen. Of course I also want to serve her as a servant and not a slave. It doesn’t excite me to be forced to do something just if someone tells me to do. I like it when Sheena aunty plays with my mind and make me do it myself rather than her forcing me. I really find this very sexy!


So as usual it was a very hot day here. It had been a constant 44 degree C and there was no one roaming on the streets other than me. Why would I go out of house in such a weather you’d ask. Well if not obvious, of course I was doing a chore for Sheena aunty. She had just finished her lunch and wanted to have a cigarette. Since she was out of those, I had to walk(Run) in that heat to fetch it for her from a shop that’s more than 1 KM away from where we stay. She could have went herself on her car rather than having me going out by foot but she was working on her PC snd didn’t have time to do that. Also just because she was addicted to a specific brand and couldn’t smoke any other I had to go to a specific shop to get it rather than going to one that’s just 50 meters away. So I’ve collected the cigarettes from the store and was running back to her place as ordered by her. It was necessary for me to run because she likes her cigarettes just after the meal and it doesn’t make sense for her to have a long delay between them. I finally manage to reach back to her place with the pack, of course I was sweating like anything. I was exhausted to point where if I would have not reached back on time I could have fainted. But since it was Sheena aunty for whom I was doing all this so it was worth it.


I reach back in the living room to find out she has already went to her office room and have started working on the PC. I went to her there and announced that I’m back. She without looking at me asked me to hand her the pack. I gave it to her and she started smoking while still working on the computer. After about 2-3 drags she asked me to bring her ashtray from her washroom, I went and came back with it, just as when I was about to place it on her computer table she stopped me and shouted “Hey dumbass! Don’t you see it is dirty and wet? Don’t place it there it will get the table dirty as well. Hold it in your hand until I’m done and stand here near me.” I did the same and stood on the left side of her chair. For first 2 dashes she used to look at where the ashtray is but for the 3rd one she without looking dashed just assuming where the ashtray was when she last saw it. Of course she missed it and ash fell on floor. I mentioned it to her but she was said “I don’t have time for this. Now you should pick it up and put it in the ashtray. You are just so useless. Try to be more vigilant and follow my hand when I dash it. Now clean that mess up fast!” So I went on my knees there and started picking up the ash from the floor trying to put it in the ashtray. But since it is ash it was really difficult and took really long to clean the floor completely. But by then she had dashed again, without looking probably, as she dashed it on my head. I noticed when I moved and some ash fell on the floor from above my head and say she was taking another drag and was about to dash after that. So I was able to catch that one directly in the ashtray and spent time to collect the one that had fallen on the floor.


I was able to collect all the dashes and the bud as well in the ashtray without any of the ash falling on the floor. After she was done she asked me to go and empty it in the bin and clean it up. I went to the washroom and did the same. By the time I reached her office, she was ready to get up from the computer and head downstairs. She said she’s feeling like having a doobie now that her work is complete and she has nothing to do. We went down to the living room she brought a box from her room and brought some green stuff out and started putting it in a small container. She was sitting on her sofa while doing this, I was just standing there in front of her looking intently to what she’s doing as I had never seen someone break a cigarette before and then filing it up into another paper before smoking. I didn’t know it was weed what she was smoking at that time but I know now. When she closed that small container, she said “Come here and sit in front of the table. I need to rest my legs on something soft while I do this. I wanna be really relaxed during next 20-40 minutes. Don’t you dare to ask any questions and ruin mg mood so if you don’t wanna help me and leave then do it now. But if you stay, you gonna have to stay till another hour.” I thought about it and said “No problem aunty. I’ll stay for another hour as I don’t have anything to do at home as well.” I didn’t have anything to do and even if I had I was too hooked to see what she’s doing to miss it. It never occurred to me that she had asked me to sit in front of her and talking about relaxing so obviously she meant about using me as a footstool for the next hour. I remembered to sit when I saw her finger still pointing to the floor in front of her.


I sat at the place she ordered me to facing her as I wanted to see what she was doing. She lifted her legs up bent them at her knees before placing her right foot still in her house sandals (black flip flops size 8 US) on my left shoulder followed by her left foot encased in her flip flop as well bringing it to top of my head and placing the sole of the sandal on my hair. Due to this position I could see her white pants getting stretched and it did not look too comfortable for her. After keeping the weed in the small container she brought it out and placed it on a tray.  She took her feet back moved them to floor, got up and left for her room, balancing that tray on my head, said “be right back don’t move an inch.” I balanced the tray on my head, she went to kitchen also to get a cold drink for her (did not even ask me if I wanted one). She came back took the tray from my head and sat down on the couch again lifting both her legs at the same time without seeing where they are going and thumped them down on my head and shoulders. Her right foot’s sandal sole bhagwaned heavily on my head first before coming to rest on my left shoulder. Her left foot was crossed at the ankle over her right foot. She stretched back on the sofa so that now her right foot’s ankle was resting on my shoulder rather than her calf. Same with her left foot as well that was now resting on top of my shoulder. Due to her position now, the top of her left foot and the strap of her flip flop was now brushing my right cheek soothingly. She was now putting the mixture of cigarette and weed in a paper to roll it. She did not move or even flinched for a second while doing that. My shoulder was starting to hurt now due to the enormous pressure from her legs. I was slowly bending to my left due to the pressure there. But it was too minute that I did not even feel it also I think she didn’t as well. I noticed it when she was done rolling and was ready to smoke it up.


She saw me leaning to my left and said “Can’t you stay still? I mean its not that difficult to sit straight! Is it for you? Is it because of my feet? Or is it because of my sandals on your face? I mean they are not yet on your face and still you are behaving like you want to get away from them! You know they are clean. You know my feet are always clean and never smell. You of all should know that by now. Its really disappointing to see you moving away from my sandals like this. Its really insulting for me you know? I didn’t expect such a behaviour from you at least.” She looked genuinely sad while saying this and this made my heart break. I had to say something. She was looking at my face expecting an answer. So I said what the truth was “Aunty, I know your feet are clean. Even your sandals are. I’m not trying to move away from them at all. Your feet are the most beautiful pair I’ve ever seen. I’ll never try to move away from them. Its just due to pressure of my body bent in such angle that it seems like I’m trying to move away from them. I’m really sorry if you felt insulted by me. I’ll never want to move away from these.” and I kissed her sandal sole. She was smiling now again and said “Oh really son! I didn’t realise the pressure was too much for your shoulders. Should I take them off? But I also want to rest. So I think it would be best if you could get on your hands and knees and be a proper footrest for me. That way you’ll also be comfortable and I’ll be able to smoke this up without hearing anything from you for the rest of the time.” Her saying the last line really caught me. She made it sound like I was complaining where I did not even do that. She asked herself. Or am I just overthinking it? Maybe she didn’t mean it that way. Ok while I was think about all this she took her feet off my shoulders, waited for me to get in my position for a few seconds and then put her left flip flop’s sole on my lips. That is when I looked towards her she was looking and smiling and said “What are you thinking dear?” I spoke but because her sandal was touching my lips it felt like talking to the sole of her footwear “Nothing!”. She just laughed and started talking to me like that. I felt so lowly while talking to her in that position. The feeling of knowing that you can’t move and every time you speak your lips are rubbing on the dirt of her shoe. Some of the dirt even made its way in my mouth because I sure felt it there. One time while I was answering one of the questions she pressed her sole a bit hard on my lips and my lower lip got pressed on my chip with my teeth and inner lip exposed completely to her dirty flip flops. She kept her foot pressed for a few seconds before taking both her feet off me and pointed me to move to the new position now. Without wasting any time I went on all fours. She kept her right foot on the back of my neck still with her sandal on. Crossing her left foot over dangling it just about an inch above my head. Since I was looking to my left towards her with the corner of my eye I could see her left sandal sole dangling very near to my face. It would even make a slapping sound every once in a while. She kept shaking her legs in a slow motion while resting there sitting on the sofa comfortably using me as a mere footstool smoking weed relaxing in the bliss.


She kept sitting like that until the end of her joint. After she retired the bud in the ashtray, she moved from her couch still keeping her feet on me just bending them a bit to move forward on the couch and towards the table. Her left foot that was earlier dangling over my head was now pushing down on my head and same was doing her left foot on my neck. She kept coming forward and adjusting on me until she was sitting completely on my back, her feet crossed with her hands supporting some of her weight which were on the couch. Then she gave a push using her arms and sat completely on me adjusted herself there for a moment. She uncrossed her right leg from under her and let it dangle over my left shoulder with her foot about 4-5 inches in front of my face. If I had not mentioned earlier her blue nails were looking like a candy on her wheatish skin. Her foot looked really beautiful. I was admiring it while she picked up the bottle from the table and started drinking water from it while sitting on me. She took a few gulps before settling the bottle back down on the table. I waited for her to get up or move back to couch but she just kept sitting there for a few minutes before telling saying “Oh god! I’m so stoned right now! Oh am I sitting on you? Ohh yess! I’m haha. Wow you can support my weight well it looks. But its not comfortable without a back support so you are not a good chair.” Then she moved back to the couch with her sandals now flowing away, one bhagwaned on my back flipped upside down other hit me in the head and fell on floor, kept her feet on my head and started rubbing her foot soles on my hair and said “But you are a wonderful footstool. Its like your hair grow so I can wipe my dirty feet on them to clean them. My feet are probably very dirty now but your hair is doing a good job. The only thing is your hair is dry, mg feet need some lubrication to take those dirt patches off of the soles. Here I’ll move my foot in front of your face, try to move your neck to the right to lick my foot where you see dirt patches and give them a long lick so they get completely wet and should wipe off.” I was already looking at her while she was saying this so when she brought her foot towards my face she pressed it on my lips signalling me to start moving my tongue. I opened my lips, moved my face over a very and most dirty patch on her heel and started french kissing her heel totally using my tongue to move over everything there was in that dirt patch. I could feel the dirt collected in mouth and was thinking of what to do of it. Just then she said “You’ll have to keep swallowing that grime to replenish your saliva. Otherwise you are just moving all the dirt back to my feet. Gulp it down quick so it won’t feel gross.” Gross? This is humiliating. Protein shakes are gross. This is much much worse. But what other option I had? Moreover there was no time as well. So I just closed my eyes and gulped all the grime down my stomach. I felt sick for a few seconds probably it was psychological because I felt normal after that. But now I was careful enough to keep gulping it down as when I lick it off her foot. I spent about 20 minutes cleaning her dirty foot before she switched her and I repeated the same process on the other. This was not that gross. I mean it was better. I liked it better than previous foot, there weren’t any big or gross dirty patches like the previous one but rather some dirt stuck all over her foot. I felt good licking that foot. Wait what? I felt good? Licking her foot felt good to me? What is happening? I kept having all these thoughts all the while licking her feet until she was satisfied.


I was shaking by then because it had been around 2 hours since I’ve been in this position. But I do not dare to speak anything to her. Just as when she withdrew her foot from my face I collapsed on the floor on my stomach with my hands under my body and floor trapped. I couldn’t move my body and did not have any energy left in my hands to use them. She laughed at this while picking her left sandal that was on my back using her foot and putting it on. She stood up on my back searching for her other sandal. That sandal was now under face. I had bhagwaned my face on it when I collapsed. She noticed it and took a step forward to my head. She moved her right foot on my upper back adjoined by her left foot and moved her right foot to her sandal sliding it across my hair, earlobe, cheek and then finally her toes touching my lips and nose. She started to use her toes to lift my face up to get her sandal out of there. She then used her nails to slowly slide her foot between my face and her sandal. On the way she scratched my cheek really hard that it started bleeding later when I went home and took bath. When she had put her foot in her flip flop she did not slide it out of my face to the right but rather she pulled it up towards herself to put that on my back. This caused my neck to snap and it really hurt for next few weeks. While standing on me she got the ashtray and the water bottle from the table and stepped on my head. She kept standing there using her phone before I heard her talking to someone. She was standing on my face turned to the right so my ear was under her sandal sole so couldn’t hear who she was talking to. Then she turned on my face scratching my skin real hard under the sole took a step on my back and then another to my lower back before turning back again and moving towards my face and back again. She started walking on my while talking to someone on the phone. For the most of the time it felt like a massage but the time she spent on my head was really bad. And the worst part it would end up every time scratching my skin causing it burn until the time she steps back on it to induce another kind of pain. She kept walking on me and talking on the phone for another 5 minutes before she stepped off my face to the floor, kept the bottle in the kitchen emptied the ashtray and started coming back towards me. She came just in front of my face and stood there talking. Then she lifted her right foot up brushing it against my face while doing so, kept it on the table that was just above me. She kept standing like that for a minute before the doorbell rang. She brought her foot down on my face stepped on it to move to my back and then stepping off me taking her last step on hips to go to the door to see who was there. It was a courier, she brought it back in again stepping on my hips to lower to upper back to face. She stopped there and kept the courier on the table and cut the call. She took a sigh and stretched her arms a bit in air above her head when she lost her balance and slipped onto the floor trapping my nose and lips under her sandals she said “oops! Didn’t know I was standing on your head. Seeing it wasn’t comfortable enough for my feet in sandals I’m thinking I could have not even stood on your face bare feet. Well hopefully I never have to, your face is always so dirty when ever you are around. Its like you eat dirt or something. Hahaha!” Then she laughed good at this making fun of me under her feet for a few minutes.


Then she said “Ok I think I’m gonna take a quick nap now. Come on give my sandals a kiss so I can leave now. Hurry up! I’m really sleepy now.” Saying this she started tapping her sandal on my cheek. As if slapping it with her sandal sole. She kept slapping her sole on my cheek while I kissed her other sandal near the toes. Then she said “No its not good enough! You need to kiss the soles! I know turn on your back and I’ll do it for you.” I turned and she instantly stepped on my chest facing my face. She brought her left sandal first to my face placing it over my nose eyes and her heel part on my lips saying “Kiss” and I kissed. Then she moved it down a bit and said “Again” and then I kissed again. Then she brought it down until its the ball of her sandal on my lips and toes part pressing down on my nose. This time she didn’t speak but rather pressed down a bit indicating me to kiss again and so I did. She then repeated the same process again with her other foot. She stood on my chest again and said “Thank you very much for being such a good boy for me!” And smiled then she stepped on my upturned face and went to her room saying “Bye! Wash your face before going home” and off she goes her foot slapping with the sandal *slap *slap …

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Re: Neighbour’s feet story 10
« Reply #1 on: November 05, 2021, 03:44:21 AM »
good but soft

 

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