Footbound (Chapter 12) (Patreon)

Taking this as a challenge, then, especially considering he’d only been holding back out of fearful respect, Mitch took another gulp of her aura, then launched into a much heartier peck. He’d never ached more in his life to make-out with any person, or any foot, than in this moment now, but still had to make do by expressing as much devotion as he could with these limited lip articulations, while the rest of him laid still – save for his erection, which was prevented from completion yet only because of the concentration required to kiss Eve’s sole as well as she deserved. So he smothered that buoyant central circle of meaty sole with all the affection he could muster via pulsing lips alone, murmuring with thirst and faith. In return, he found he could actually detect traces of that entrancing scent now manifested as a flavor, thanks to the contact with his mouth allowing him sample her even without caressing his taste buds through those furrows. It wasn’t much, but even through this tempting hint, Mitch knew that the taste of worshipping Eve’s foot would be even better than inhaling its essence until his lungs swelled. A saliva-inducing tickle of sour semi-toxic flower petals, lived-in sweat glaze, and vanilla sugar cookie met his throat.

“Better.” Coming from her, this felt like the best compliment Mitch had ever received. “Do not stop, and neither will I.”

Right then, another pre-emptive endorphin shot flooded through Mitch in response to a particularly enchanting swipe from Eve’s twin sole along the back of his cock: a perfect glide from heel to toe-shaft which made him feel every dimple and texture spot on the bottom of her foot, creating such a precise illustration in his mind that he could’ve hand-drawn its elegant loping geometry in the dark. He wanted so badly to cum then and there, feeling that lightness in his temple that ordinarily preceded a climax, but held out by smooching her ped’s landscape with a gasping fervor that again prolonged this ecstatic trip. He alternately rained kisses on her sole as quickly as he could, then descended to a more stimulating slow-draw that allowed him to tenderly suck at this same square inch of foot flesh like a vacuum cleaner spout.

How he’d avoided bursting yet, the man would never know. And indeed Mitch was left so aglow now in Eve’s sole-fondling talents and the damp salted-pastry tincture of her naked foot on his lips, however slight, that he both wished for this instant to stretch into a hundred, and also for orgasm to arrive as soon as humanly possible. The spectacular necessity of it all made the guy feel like he was floating right out of his bed now, suspended in midair by the power alone of a footjob and that marshmallowy arch brawn cupping all his senses toward that decadent vivaciously-hued garden of saccharine sole creases where his lips were united (perhaps eternally) with the underside of Eve’s ped.

“You will kiss my foot once more. Ardently. With all you have, so that I will know the absolute height of your gratitude thus far. And you will not cease until I am through with you for tonight.”

So Mitch did, smooching like this circle of lunar-lit doughy sole terrain contained the elixir of life. He shut his eyes and clung on via lip pressure as if his continued existence depended on it, and frankly it was starting to feel that way, especially the way his drowsy dead-end-job romance-less waking life was coming along. What else did he have to even look forward to, except the next slumber which would bring another maddeningly erotic reunion with her? Eve and her feet really were the most valuable aspect of his whole life by a long shot, but Mitch couldn’t even feel sorrow for that fact, when he was subject to the whims of such an immaculate-soled celestial creature. Surely other folks went their whole lives without ever receiving even an ounce of the pleasure he’d known the past three dreams. And he actually pitied those people.

He’d expected her to keep him in suspense longer, but after an allowance of twenty breathtaking seconds, wherein he kissed her sole with a love to mark the ages, Eve put an end to the evening’s affairs. Those toes splayed thickly across his dickhead, the ball of her foot thumped down just firmly enough to make him feel as though his shaft was put into its rounded orbit, and then she rubbed at an angle that claimed the most urgent load of Mitch’s whole life. The way he felt his whole backside smack into the mattress at the moment of euphoric redemption made him wonder if he really had floated off the covers after all, but he couldn’t think straight about such things while the stone-cold bliss rocked through his limbs. Unprompted, he kissed a last farewell for the night to Eve’s sole just as it began to withdraw, re-entering the darkness as quickly as it had appeared flush against his countenance.

Her other foot left its post as well, and earlier than last night, Mitch was allowed back bodily agency, which he used to instinctually wrench and squirm from the absolute eruption of sensual gratification he was still feeling now, even nearing a minute after the finish. It was like she was teaching him new things about his own body and mind at once with every successive visit. How enlightened might he become if she continued paying him visits for a whole week? A year? In another break from their three-night tradition, Eve spoke again as the disciple to her feet writhed in wonder, surprised that she hadn’t yet abandoned him.

“Oh, you are pleasing indeed…” she murmured with a heavenly croon: a noise so heartening that Mitch’s member almost re-hardened on the spot. After all Eve’s coldly seductive commands delivered as a queen to her lowest subject these prior nights, the contrast of her jubilant and borderline-affectionate tone was disarming in yet a new way that her subject couldn’t possibly have prepared himself for. Her joy made him feel even more naked than when her foot crept beneath his clothing for the first time. “If only you were capable of understanding the value of your devotion to me, insignificant one. Though I was able to sense your vulnerability from the first moment you were bathed in my presence, even I couldn’t have longed for a more immediate and useful change. You are going to become mine more quickly than any other susceptible soul I’ve courted before. Do not resist that inevitability, and you just might become my favorite soul as well. As you have now paid enough of your debt that there is no harm in allowing you to imagine your final destiny – though there is yet more to pay – I am claiming you. With every drop of your seed you surrender to me each night, you become more and more mine: every part of you, from your body that I so easily control already, to your mind so faithfully obsessed with my feet before you ever knew of my presence, to at last your essence itself. I will take it all, and you will serve a purpose higher than any you could’ve ever found in the miserable nothing of a life you lead now. Give thanks, because at last you will have meaning. Then take heed, and find no pleasure except in thoughts of me, until we meet again. For we’ve only just begun.”

The aura of Eve swept away again in a frigid gust blew back the blankets, leaving Mitch alone once more in the shrinking darkness of his bedroom. Unlike the previous two nights, however, he didn’t immediately tumble into sleep, but instead white-knuckled his sheets in the keenest and most bewildered terror he’d ever known. This of course was in spite of the half-chub he maintained for the remaining restless hours of the night.