My Cousin Pinned Me Under Her Feet That Afternoon

I’m not going to say my name. It took me a long time to accept what I’m about to tell, and even now I still struggle to admit that I enjoyed every second, that I came like never before, that I still get hard when I remember it. But I guess this is the only place where I can let it out without anyone looking at me weird. I changed the names just in case, so let’s get to it.

Back then I was the typical tall, lanky guy everyone seemed to want to mess with. I always made up for it by training; I was never strong, but I learned enough to defend myself. My cousin Renata, on the other hand, lived for sports. She had been practicing kickboxing since she was a kid, and it showed: she had the body of someone who knew exactly how much strength she kept in every muscle.

Renata was a year older than me. She was gorgeous in a way I felt embarrassed to admit: curly hair, dark eyes that seemed to read you from the inside out, and a way of moving that filled the whole room. She had firm tits, the kind you can notice even under a baggy T-shirt, and a round, perky ass that stood out in every pair of leggings she wore to the gym. But what really undid me were her feet. She wore a size 35, slim, always with her nails painted a dark red that would blank my mind and leave my cock hard against my pants.

She knew it. Of course she knew it.

—Since you can’t take your eyes off them, someday you’re going to have to give me a massage —she said once, half-joking, stretching one leg toward me.

And I, like an obedient dog, nodded without thinking. That was my first sentence, even though I didn’t understand it then.

***

It all happened over a few days I was staying at her place. Her parents and mine had gone away together on a trip, and they left us alone under the excuse that we were grown enough. I was sprawled on the sofa, wasting time, when I heard her come in. She’d come straight from the gym, still in her uniform with her hair tied up, shining with sweat. The short top clung to her body and showed her stomach, and the black leggings traced every line of her ass and pussy.

—Hey, Renata. How was training? —I asked without looking up much, trying to hide the fact that I was getting hard again.

She didn’t answer right away. She crossed the living room slowly, stopped in front of me, and held out both hands as if to help me up. I fell for it. The second I was standing, she drove the sole of her foot into my stomach with a precision only training can give.

—Nice, huh? —she said while I doubled over.

The blow sent me flying backward onto the rug. Before I could even understand what was happening, I heard her taking off her sneakers, that dry snap of the shoes coming off all at once. Then I felt her full weight on my belly when she placed both feet on top of me and stayed there, looking down at me from above.

—Are you crazy…? —I managed to say, out of breath.

She bent down a little, putting more weight on me, and the pain shot up to my throat. At the same time, though I’m embarrassed to write it, my cock hardened completely inside my pants. She saw it. She glanced down, smiled to herself, and pressed a little harder before going on.

—I’m sick of crumbs —she said, with a calm that was more terrifying than any yell—. A little massage here, help me with the lotion there, those looks you keep giving me. I’m sick of pretending I don’t notice. And look at you now, with your dick hard while I’m stepping on you. You’re a sick fuck, cousin. A delicious sick fuck.

She moved the foot that was pinning my stomach and slowly lowered it until her toes rested right on top of the bulge. She pressed down with the sole, measuring it, feeling the whole length of my cock throbbing beneath the fabric.

—Look at it pulse. I didn’t even have to touch you properly and you’re already like this.

—Renata… —was all I could say.

—From today on, you’re under my feet. You belong to me. I’m going to use you to train my kicks and my desires, and you’re going to obey. No one’s going to believe you if you tell, and we both know I’m stronger. So don’t even think about doing anything stupid.

She got off me with the elegance of someone who has just won something, one hand on her hip, waiting.

***

I stayed there on the floor for a few seconds, trying to catch my breath and, above all, trying to understand why part of me didn’t want to get up and run. When I finally tried to sit up, Renata hooked my ankle with her foot and dragged me back down to the floor.

—Did I tell you to stand up? —her voice turned sharper—. On your knees. That’s where I want you.

—Okay… —I muttered.

I knelt slowly. As soon as I lifted my head to look at her, she planted a warm foot slick with sweat against my face. The smell hit me full force, thick, impossible to ignore, and the worst part was that my body reacted in a way I couldn’t hide: my cock throbbed so hard against my zipper that I felt a drop wet my briefs.

—Clean it properly —she ordered, with not a shred of doubt—. I need to keep them perfect at all times, and now I’ve got someone to take care of that. That’s what you’re for. Stick out your tongue.

I looked up at her, hesitating. She pressed her foot harder against my mouth.

—Stick it out. Don’t make me repeat myself.

I stuck out my tongue and ran it, first timidly, then hungrily, over the whole salty sole. The sweat filled my mouth and instead of disgusting me it made me swallow and go back for more. I licked the arch of her foot, went up to her toes, sucked them one by one, tasting the red nail polish, feeling how she pressed my lips between her toes as if she had me on a leash.

—Good worm —she whispered—. Suck it well. With some eagerness.

This is wrong, I thought. This is very wrong and I love it, and that makes me even more ashamed.

I couldn’t see anything. I only felt the pressure of her sole against my nose, the warm skin, the trembling of my own hands not knowing where to put themselves. Part of me wanted to give in completely, pull down my pants and jerk off right there while I licked her feet. The other part, the one that still had pride, couldn’t stand the idea of breaking like that so easily.

And I made the mistake of listening to the wrong one.

***

I shoved her foot away with more force than I expected and made her stagger back. I sprang up, on guard, wiping my face with the back of my hand. For a second I felt like I was in control.

It lasted exactly that second.

Renata regained her balance, turned on her hip, and drove the instep of her foot between my legs with a force that lifted me off the floor. The air left me all at once, and my cock —which a moment before had been hard as iron— folded in pain against my own body. I dropped to my knees, then onto my side, doubled over on myself, my balls throbbing up into my stomach.

—Worm! —she spat, and she didn’t stop there.

She kicked again, and again, measuring each blow like a training bag, not giving me time for anything but pain. It wasn’t blind rage; it was control. She knew exactly how far to go.

—Stop…! Please! —I begged, my voice breaking, shaking all over.

And, I don’t know exactly why, in the middle of all that, the plea came out more sincere than anything else had ever been in my life.

She stopped. Left me there curled up, crying from pain and from something else I don’t dare name. My cock still hard, throbbing between my sore legs like a second humiliation.

—I’ll obey you —I said, almost voicelessly—. I promise.

***

Renata knelt beside me slowly and grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at her. There was no rage left on her face. There was something else now, calmer and much more dangerous: certainty.

—I know —she said, almost sweetly—. I knew you’d obey from the day you couldn’t stop staring at my feet.

She let go of me and sat on the sofa, opening her legs just a little, with the natural ease of someone who has already decided the place is hers. The leggings sank into her crotch and outlined the soft bulge of her cunt, and I couldn’t stop staring. She stretched one foot toward me and slowly wiggled her toes, the red nails gleaming under the light.

—Come here. On your knees. Show me you understood.

I dragged myself the few steps between us. Every inch cost me pride, but it also lifted a weight off me that I’d been carrying for years without knowing it. I put my hands on the floor, lowered my head, and kissed the top of her foot slowly, as if it were the most important thing in the world.

—That’s it —she whispered, and I noticed her breathing had changed too—. Slowly. No rush. We’ve got all afternoon.

I ran my lips over her foot, from heel to toes, feeling the heat from training still clinging to her skin. I opened my mouth and sucked her whole big toe, then the index toe, salivating over each one, feeling how she moved them inside my mouth as if she were fucking me with her foot. Renata leaned back, closed her eyes for a moment, and let out a low sound that was neither pain nor mockery. For the first time, she wasn’t putting on a show to humiliate me. She was really enjoying it.

She lowered her other foot, placed it on my zipper, and started moving it slowly up and down, rubbing my cock through my pants while I kept sucking the toes of the first one.

—Look at you —she murmured—. Sucking my feet with that happy face. And your little dick standing straight up. You’re all mine, cousin.

—Yeah… —I said, mouth full—. I’m yours.

—Take it out.

I looked at her, not fully understanding.

—Take your pants off. I want to see it. I want to see my cousin’s cock while he’s sucking my feet.

I did as she said. I fumbled with shaking hands, pulled down my pants and briefs to my knees, and stayed there on my knees with my cock bare, hard, red at the tip, wet from pent-up desire. Renata let out a low, appreciative laugh.

—Look at the size of it. And you say you’re skinny. You’ve got a nice dick, cousin. Too bad it’s mine now.

She wrapped my cock between the soles of both feet, pressing gently, and started fucking me with them, up and down slowly, while I tried not to come in the first ten seconds. The warm skin, the arch of her foot tightening around the head, the red nails brushing the tip with every movement. I had never felt anything like it.

—Oh, look how much you’re leaking —she laughed—. You like it when your cousin gives you a footjob, don’t you, worm?

—Yeah, cousin… yeah…

—Don’t you dare come without permission. If you come before I tell you to, the next beating goes to your balls.

I clenched my teeth. She kept going, faster now, squeezing my cock between her feet, smearing my pre-cum all over the length of it, using her own spit mixed with my wetness as lube. I bit my lips and breathed shallowly, trying to hold on, feeling all the pleasure gathering at the base of my cock, throbbing, begging to get out.

—Cousin… I can’t take it…

—You can take whatever I say you can take.

She drove her heel into the tip and pressed, cutting off my orgasm cold. I yelled with rage and pleasure at the same time. Then she eased up, back to the soft massage, taking me to the edge and then back twice more to the same place.

—You’ve got the rest of the day to learn —she said, pressing the sole of her foot against my cheek again, this time without violence—. And you’re going to learn properly. Our parents won’t be back until tomorrow.

***

The rest of that afternoon blurs in my memory into one long, heavy moment. There were more orders, more silences, more tests to see how far I was willing to go. Every time I hesitated, she reminded me with the smallest gesture: a foot on my shoulder, a glance over her shoulder, two words spoken softly that weighed like a sentence.

—Stay still —she’d say, and I stayed still.

—Look down —she’d say, and I lowered my eyes.

At one point she sat on the edge of the sofa, grabbed some lotion from the side table, and tossed it at my chest without even looking at me. I understood the message before she said anything. I knelt in front of her, squeezed some into my hands, and began to stroke the top of her foot with my thumbs, slowly, just like I had fantasized about so many times in secret and never dared admit even to myself.

—Higher. The heel too —she ordered, leaning back with her arms behind her neck—. If you’re going to do it, do it right.

I massaged each toe, the sole still warm, the ankle firm from so much training. Renata breathed deeply, her eyes half-closed, and every so often she corrected me with a word or set the rhythm by pressing her fingers against my palm.

After a while, she yanked her leggings off without even asking me permission and ended up naked from the waist down on the sofa. She was shaved, her cunt wet and gleaming, and the scent reached me thick and salty, much stronger than the smell of her feet.

—Come here. Since you’re down there, you’re useful for something else too.

She pulled my head to her by the hair and slammed my face into her cunt without any preamble. I stuck out my tongue and ran it from bottom to top, from the hole to the clit, slowly, feeling her shudder. I spread her lips with my fingers and pushed my tongue between them, taking in as much of her wetness as I could, sucking her clit like my life depended on it.

—That’s it, worm, that’s it… —she gasped, pressing me harder against her—. Suck it all. That’s what your tongue is for, to lick your cousin’s cunt.

I stayed there, I don’t know how long, eating her out, swallowing her moisture, my nose pressed against her clit and my tongue pushed in as far as it could go. She rode my face with both hands on the back of my neck, grinding her hips against my mouth, rubbing herself shamelessly. Her thighs squeezed my ears, the kickboxing in every muscle, and I understood that if she wanted to, she could smother me right there and I wouldn’t have cared.

—I’m going to come in your mouth —she warned, her voice trembling—. And you’re going to swallow everything. Everything, you hear me?

—Yes, cousin…

She tightened, arched her back, dug her nails into my neck, and came with a rough, long cry while her cunt pulsed against my lips. I swallowed everything she gave me, not letting go of her clit until she herself pulled me away because she couldn’t stand the friction anymore.

She collapsed against the sofa, breathing hard, with a slow smile.

—Good little cousin.

My cock was still hard, dribbling strings of pre-cum onto the sofa. She looked down at me, licked her lips, and set her feet back against my cock.

—Now then. You earned your orgasm. But on my feet, worm. Not a single drop anywhere else.

She started fucking me with her feet again, faster now, firmer, without the cruelty from before, wrapping my cock completely between both soles slick with my own wetness. I begged her not to stop, shameless now, and she laughed and pressed harder.

—Beg properly. Say it.

—Please, cousin… make me cum with your feet… let me come…

—Come.

That was enough. It all surged up at once, I closed my eyes, and I came in thick bursts that stained her insteps, her toes, her red nails, the sole of one foot, while I trembled on my knees in front of her. Renata kept moving her feet slowly, spreading my semen all over her skin, never taking her eyes off mine.

—Now clean it.

I lowered my head without arguing and licked her feet, swallowing my own cum from her insteps, from between her toes, until they were perfectly clean and shining with saliva. She sighed with pure pleasure.

I don’t know how long I stayed like that. I lost track of anything that wasn’t her and the task she had given me.

And the strangest part is that I’d never felt so calm. All my life I had carried the anxiety of having to prove something, of pretending to have a strength I didn’t. There, on the living room floor at Renata’s place, with her foot pressing my face and my own semen still on my tongue, I finally didn’t have to prove anything. Just obey. And obeying, I discovered, was a relief I couldn’t explain.

When night fell, she stood up and stretched like a cat, satisfied.

—We train again tomorrow —she said, without asking whether I wanted to—. You still have a lot to improve.

I didn’t answer. There was no need. We both knew what the answer was.

***

Months passed before I could understand what really changed that afternoon. It wasn’t that Renata discovered my fetish; she’d known that for a while already. What changed was that I stopped fighting it. I stopped pretending I was disgusted by what turned me on, stopped hating myself for the things that made me shake.

I don’t know whether what I’m telling sounds like a confession or a boast. I don’t really care either. I only know that every time I see her at a family gathering and we exchange a look, she smiles slightly, lowers her gaze for a second toward her own feet, and the two of us go back to that afternoon without needing a single word. And I still get hard like the first day.

This is my story. It’s the first time I’ve written it out in full, and I swear every line was hard to get down. If you got this far without judging me too much, thank you. Maybe one day I’ll dare tell what came after.