* This is PART 2 of a massive multi-part fantasy role play series about 2 roommates who embark on the foot fetish adventures of a lifetime! *

I had a plan. It wasn’t exactly formulated yet, I would need to find the right moment for it, but I had a plan and it was mean.

It was subtle, but naughty. It was devious, it was beyond “foot flirty” and it could have the power to change things in our house together for good.

Truth is, I wasn’t afraid of the change I was picturing... I was actually excited! A l*ttle nervous, a l*ttle tentative, but surprised at my own excitement for it! As if I had already embraced its outcome before it happened and knew what would happen when I did put my plan into action!

A big part of the excitement actually started right there that morning in bed, as I lay there wondering when the perfect opportunity would present itself! Right, you need to know what I was cooking up don’t you?

I wasn’t gonna ask him about it at all. I wasn’t gonna be like,

“Hey Myles, you wouldn’t happen to know anything about the mysterious disappearance of my socks last night would you? Strangest thing babes, I went to bed with them on and woke up to find ‘em on the floor at the foot of my bed! Weird huh??”

I could have easily done that, and he totally would have spilled the beans, but in the month since he had moved in with me, something was growing in me...

There was a need, a desire, a fire growing in me for him. Not just in a meaningful emotional way, but in a dirty, k*nky, addictive way!

I found myself thinking more and more about how he had always been so ready, so willing, so excited to worship every inch of me! Wether it was l*cking the soles of my feet, worshipping my p*ssy all night, or f*cking my brains out when I told him too, back in those whirlwind university days, I had something so special in him and all I could think about was how I had w*sted it?!

I had a man who would literally drop to his knees and l*ck the very soles I walk on no matter what! Maybe they were hot and sweaty from teaching hot yoga. Maybe I had a st*pid long day in heels and nylons, and my buttery soft, sensitive soles could use a long tongue massage...

Back then, when I told him to worship my feet on those days, he would first lovingly l*ck and kiss my feet still in my nylons, which always felt strangely amazing, then he would peel them off and tend to my bare soles! THAT always sent shivers up my spine!!

How had I not taken advantage of it more?! How had I not utterly owned it? Controlling and ensnared his every thought and fantasy until he was dedicated to serving me!

How had I let my love and dedication to our friendship allow me to miss out on having a genuine foot pet and s*x toy at my beck and c*ll?! I was excited because I knew I was going to change that...

It was there, that morning in bed, when I heard him down in the living room playing our Nintendo, and my plan formulated itself!! My plan was to candidly, innocently, but purposefully present him with my beautiful, pampered feet and watch him unravel!

At which point, it would just be a matter of riding the ride and seeing where it takes me. Where it takes us. Him doing his usual “flaked out on the floor playing Nintendo” presented the perfect opportunity!

If he was where I assumed he was, and he was, sitting on the floor in his usual spot, I would go down and sit myself on the couch to watch him play like I so often did. Only this time, this time I would need to get more comfortable, and his shoulder looks like the perfect height for a foot rest...

I legit had butterflies in my tummy as I tip toed down the stairs, said good morning and sat in my usual spot on the couch. Thinking back to it, it’s so hilarious and almost embarrassing now, but I almost chickened out from the whole thing!

It wasn’t that I didn’t want to anymore! I just had a lot of emotions bouncing around in me! Love, lust, random thoughts of B*SM and femdom that had been growing in desire over the last few years... These were things I had wanted to try, but at this point in my life had only ever watched/enjoyed with my vibrator in private!

I knew I wanted to destroy him. Own his mind, own his heart and own his c*ck, but other than just making it up as I went along, I had no idea how to actually “do it.”

Guess if I don’t prop my soft, pretty feet (covered purposefully in my thick, fluffy moccasin slippers) up on his shoulder I’ll never find out!?

To Be Continued...

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