These pictures are just an insurance policy on you. That way, you'll always be mine. It's funny to hear you talk about how best friends should treat each other. Especially considering what you did to me that night after prom....." Viv said, glaring daggers down at me. I'm sure you'll like Cindy, Grace, she's really been helping me out the past few weeks! Such a hardworking selfless friend." Vivian said, giggling. When I was a kid, I was always intrigued by girl's feet. But being just a little kid and very shy about my taboo desire I never had a chance to fullfill any of my fantasies. One friday night when I was 10, my parents went out and arranged to have a girl from our church watch me and my little sister for the evening. It was always exciting for me because I knew that we were gonna have frozen pizzas and watch a fun movie, but this time was a little different then usual. The doorbell rang, and my mom went to go answer the door. I had no idea who the sitter was going to be, but I was surprised, and excited when I saw that it was a girl that I had a recent "trample encounter" with(very minor). Tags will be added with each request, originally from Fanfiction.net (hence the first lemon chapter, requested) Randy Cunningham: Ninth Grade Ninja: In "Swampy Seconds", Catfish Booray shows off his control over the animals of the swamp by making them form a chair for him to sit on. Randy points out that this can't be very comfortable.

So now I was in a bind because I literally had to do what she said for the rest of the night or else they would think I was going against the bet, I couldn’t just tell them there was no bet because then it would look like I was just her footrest for no reason. The people from the party put the pizza on the table in the basement for us to eat, and Ashley got up to grab some. I got up right behind her to grab some and she said, “Ahh, what are you doing? Did I tell you that you could grab some pizza?” This brought on some laughter from the rest of the party guests. I asked her if I could please have some pizza, playing the role of having to do whatever she said, and she said “You can wait. I’ve just got a little bit of my show left and you’re going to be my ottoman until it’s done. Because Melissa’s broke ass doesn’t have any ottomans.” Everybody laughed at this and some people were like “OHHH MELISSAAAAA.” minutes went by of her foot just casually pushing my cheek into the ground, my head started to hurt but I didn't care. I rubbed her left foot as well as I possibly could while she just casually used my face as her furniture. After a while of rubbing her left foot, she didn’t say anything but just took it out of my hands. Then she adjusted my face to where it would be pointed straight up and put both of her feet on my face yet again. I was forced to inhale her sweaty gym feet, this time much worse smelling than the first time I had smelled them, but still just as amazing. All 10 of us were just chilling in the basement, everybody was involved in laughing a lot and hooting and hollering. Ashley seemed like she wasn’t ignoring me but also wasn’t talking to me, so I tried to think of something to start conversation with her. I then remembered that she had never told me about how the movie went like she said she would! Besides," she continued "I'm still super sore from that practice. I'd have to wear heels to this party to look good, and my feet are already hurting from running sprints at practice." I told her “Yeah of course! Why do you ask?” And she said “Oh cool, I just thought maybe we could hang out.” And then she walked out of the classroom. Oh my goodness she was so perfect, but still such an entitled bitch.Heyyy everybody! I figured I might as well chip in a story since there is nothing better to do in these dark times, hope everybody is doing good and is safe right now, now on with the story! Btw this story is mainly nonfiction with a little bit of fiction thrown in there. Yet even then I wanted more. One foot wasn't enough, was it? Of course not. So, very cautiously indeed, I reached out to the mattress and groaped around, trying to find her other foot. It took me a minute to locate it, but I eventually found it, curled down near her body. Knowing that this could all come to a screeching halt if she woke up, I hesitantly nudged her, hoping to make her stretch out and bring her left foot up along her right. How about I be the object that has to change into the camping supplies?" I did not want her to be it! She looked over at me examining my reaction.

For her part, Vivian decided to twist the knife even more. "I know you are, but it's good to hear you admit it. However, I don't think it's appropriate for you to use my name so freely any more. You need to be reminded how superior I am to you. So from now on, I want you to call me Master Vivian. Or just master, I'll let that slide too." After supper do you guys wanna play Camp out?" !!!!!!!!!!! I couldn't believe she suggested it! Instantly I knew that her sister must have talked to her about what had happened last weekend. How much did she know?? Did her sister tell her how she smothered my face with her feet!?!? Xerxes is introduced being carried in a massive sedan chair by an army of slaves, who then form themselves into stairs for him to descend to the ground. Needless to say, this is a technique used almost exclusively by villains and Nominal Heroes of a distinctly sadistic bent and is often used as an Establishing Character Moment to that end. Oct 26, 2020So I will start this off with being as truthful as possible, for the vast majority of my adult life I have mainly been a trampling fan, but somewhere along the way I realised there’s nothing more hot than having a pair of well maintained pale gothic feet resting on my face. So let’s get started.

I walked in and noticed Viv and Grace sitting in two chairs with a glass table between them. Initially, I thought that I didn't know Grace. However, I was horrified to realize that she was in one of my classes. I tried talking to her on the first day, and asked if I could sit next to her. Innocent enough. In response to this, she laughed in my face and told me she was saving it for her friend. If that wasn't bad enough, she actually told me "So get lost." I had never been so embarrassed in my life, and had hated her since. Realizing that this girl was good friends with my high school best friend was a depressing reality. Grace immediately chimed in "She has a fake?! That's great. Any time we have a party here in the future, she can get us whatever we want." She said, without even asking if I would. Great, I was now being offered up to be their beer bitch. The Persian view, given by Shapur himself, says that Gordian marched on Asurestan (Assyria), against the Sassanians, culminating in a battle at Misike where Giordanus was killed and the Sassanians defeated the Roman army. The Romans then proclaimed Philip emperor, who proceeded to pay 500,000 denars to Shapur as ransom for his life. Having removed the Roman threat and enriched his treasury, Shapur brought the Roman protectorate of western Armenia under Persian control. Eventually, she felt I had done enough of one foot and replaced it with the other. My stomach sank when I felt her place the foot I had just rubbed onto my other shoulder. Not only was I a footstool to Grace now, I was also a foot massaging footstool to Vivian. She could tell that this had bothered me. Raising an eyebrow, she asked "Problem?" I didn't reply. I could see her grin smugly as she took another sip from her beer.

As soon as my parents left, Christy looked at me and said, "So, what do you wanna do tonight? I don't wanna do anything that takes too much energy, I had softball practice today haha."This is my second attempt at writing a story. Lost motivation to continue the last one. I hope you guys enjoy this one though! I may have borrowed some elements of some of my favorite stories. Let me know what you think. I loved that we both just agreed that I didn't really have a choice in the matter even though I certainly did. She was one of those girls that usually got what she wanted so she didn't even consider the thought of me telling her no throughout the whole exchange.

As I stared at her as she just casually watched the movie, I realized that she really did just consider this to be a normal routine for somebody to be rubbing her feet while she watched a movie. Was there somebody at her house that rubbed her feet like this while she entertained herself? How could somebody become so entitled? These questions flooded through my head as I stared up at her and rubbed her foot. There are many, many ways of illustrating a character's dominance over a setting or a person, from Cool Crowns to impressive thrones, from pimped-out regalia to magnificent palaces. However, for a thorough demonstration of just how much power one has, one of the bluntest methods is to use another living being as a piece of furniture.Vivian was offered a basketball scholarship at a private university that was decently far away from our high school. I had planned to go to the local state school where the majority of our class was planning on attending. That was until Vivian pitched the idea of me attending her school with her. Her points were convincing; we lived the good life in high school and were an unstoppable team together. We could continue to experience that on a larger scale at college together. I agreed to attend her school with her, excited for what the future may hold. So I remember one day where I just decided to go for it. And we were in the living room watching tv and she rested her legs so her feet where in my lap, she then took advantage to poke some fun at me with moving them close to my face. After a few seconds she asked if there was anything I’d like to try fetish wise. Up until this point it had mainly just been her walking on me In boots etc. I started rubbing Ashley’s feet while continuing to feign absolute and utter disgust because everybody at the party was looking. I was just putting on a show with my moaning and groaning, and eventually Ashley said “Oh hush up, they aren’t that bad. You lost the bet, lose it like a man.” I wanted to poke fun at her so I said, “Well maybe if your feet didn’t smell worse than your jump shot, I wouldn’t have a problem.” I considered what I just said and realized that it didn’t even make an ounce of sense. For those who don’t know, a jump shot is how you shoot a basketball. So I was basically saying she had a bad jump shot but saying it smelled bad was a bit of a stretch. Hey, I'm glad you could make it!" My mom said. After a short converstation of where they were going and a number to reach them if there was an emergency my parents were ready to leave."There's tator tots and pizza bagels in the freezer for when you guys get hungry!" I was hungry alright...but not for pizza on a bagel