My Cousin’s Feet Made Me Her Slave

I never told anyone what feet did to me. It was something private, silent, something I’d been carrying around for as long as I could remember. An attraction I hadn’t chosen and had learned to hide behind stupid excuses, quick glances I’d look away from before anyone could notice. Over the years I became an expert at pretending, at looking without looking, at finding the exact angle to see without anyone noticing I was seeing.

My cousin Ariana was the one who most unraveled me. We’d grown up in very close families, spent whole summers together, long meals after lunch. As adults we’d drifted apart because of distance and work, but every time we crossed paths I went back to being the same nervous guy who didn’t know where to put his eyes. She had feet that robbed me of sleep: high arches, long toes, toenails always perfectly cared for. And the worst part was that she seemed to know it.

That weekend she invited me to stay at her apartment. She had to come through the city for some errand, and there was no sense in renting a hotel when family was close by. I accepted without thinking too much about what it meant to sleep under the same roof as her. One night, that’s all, I told myself. I knew nothing about what that night was going to unleash.

The day went by peacefully. We ate something light, caught up with that old trust that never wears out, laughed at anecdotes only we understood. Ariana went barefoot around the house, as usual, and I spent the afternoon fighting myself not to stare every time she crossed her legs on the sofa.

When it was time to sleep, she insisted I take the bed and set up a spot for me beside her. We turned off almost all the lights. Only a dim lamp on the nightstand stayed on. I lay on my side with my back to her, trying to convince myself that closing my eyes would be enough to make the desire go away.

It wasn’t.

—Tomás? —her voice cut through the silence—. Are you awake?

—Yeah —I answered, turning just a little.

—My feet are wrecked from all the walking today. Will you massage them for a while? Please.

For anyone else it would have been a harmless favor. For me it was as if she had read my mind and decided to test it. I swallowed, sat up, and knelt at the edge of the bed, right in front of her feet, which she stretched toward me without the slightest shame.

I started slowly, carefully, pressing the sole with my thumbs, moving up toward the arch. The skin was warm, soft. Ariana let out a relieved sigh and closed her eyes. I couldn’t believe I was there, so close to what I’d been imagining for years, with permission, her toes brushing my hands. I felt my cock harden against my pajama pants and had to shift discreetly so the erection wouldn’t show.

I don’t know what pushed me. The heat, the tension, the thick air in the room. On impulse I lowered my face and kissed the side of her foot, just a tiny kiss. Barely a touch. I froze instantly, waiting for the reproach, the hand shoving me away, the awkward line that would ruin everything.

It didn’t come.

—So it was true —she said softly, slowly opening her eyes—. I saw you, you know? All those times. I saw you staring at my feet and pretending to be distracted.

Heat rushed to my face. I wanted to make up an excuse, but she sat up in bed and held my gaze with a smile that was anything but innocent.

—Don’t get nervous. It doesn’t bother me. Quite the opposite.

—Ariana, I… —I started, and didn’t know how to go on.

—Do you like them? Tell me. All the way.

—I love them —I confessed, and I felt something break inside me, a dam that had been holding back too long—. I’ve always liked them. Yours more than any other.

She tilted her head, sizing me up, like someone who has just discovered a new tool and is deciding how to use it. She looked down, then drilled her eyes into my crotch and let out a little laugh when she saw the bulge I could no longer hide.

—And how much do you like them? —she asked—. What would you do for them? You get hard just from touching them, do you realize that?

—Anything —I said, and I wasn’t exaggerating—. I’d be your slave if you asked me to.

The word hung between us. I saw something change in her expression, saw her smile turn firmer, more certain. She stretched out one foot and rested it against my chest, pushing me back a little. Then, slowly, she lowered that warm sole until it pressed right over my cock, squeezing through the fabric with her toes and tearing a groan from me I couldn’t hold back.

—Then let’s see if you mean it. —Her tone was no longer asking; it was ordering—. Kiss it. Now.

I didn’t hesitate. I took her foot in both hands and started kissing it everywhere, the arch, the ankle, the curve of the heel. I kissed without stopping, with a surrender that surprised even me. Every kiss pulled me deeper, out of my own head, leaving me with nothing but that instant. I ran my tongue over the hollow of her heel, the edge of the sole, up to the ankle and back down again like a lapdog.

—Good —she murmured—. Now smell it. I walked all day in sandals, so you’ve got plenty to enjoy.

I pressed my nose to the sole and breathed in deeply. The smell was intense, real, the smell of feet that had worked all day, and far from putting me off it turned me on like nothing ever had before. A gasp slipped out against her skin and I felt my cock throbbing inside my pajamas, wetting the fabric with a thread of pre-cum. Ariana watched me from above, propped on her elbows, enjoying the power she’d just discovered she had over me.

—Do you like how they smell, slave? Answer me while looking at me.

—Yes —I said against her skin, lifting my eyes—. It drives me crazy. My cock’s getting rock hard just from smelling your feet.

—Good boy. —She gave a soft laugh and pinched my nose with her fingers, forcing my face deeper—. Breathe in deep. Fill your lungs with your cousin. That’s what you wanted, right? Years watching me cross my legs, imagining this.

—Yes, my queen —I murmured, and breathed in deep again with my eyes closed.

Those two words went through me completely. I’d never felt anything like it, that mix of shame and pleasure, of surrender and at the same time feeling freer than ever. I’d spent my life hiding this, and there she was, not only accepting it but taking the reins.

—Pass me the sandals —she ordered, pointing to the pair left by the door—. The ones I wore today.

I crawled over to them and brought them to her. Ariana crossed her legs with deliberate calm and pointed to the worn leather.

—Lick them. I want to see you do it before I let you go back to my feet. And don’t cheat: run your tongue flat over the whole insole.

It was calculated humiliation and we both knew it. I ran my tongue over the insole, over the mark her feet had left during the day, tasting the salty leather, looking into her eyes because I felt that was what she wanted. Her smile widened. She was testing me, measuring how far my surrender went, and I answered her with every gesture, with my cock so hard it hurt.

—Perfect —she said at last—. Now then. Back to my feet. Lick. And take that clothes off. I want to see you naked while you suck me.

I ripped off my T-shirt and pants in a rush. My cock sprang rigid against my stomach, dripping, and she looked at it with one eyebrow raised, appraising me there too, without the slightest hesitation.

—Look at that cock —she teased—. Don’t you dare touch it. Not even once. If you come before I tell you to, it’s over. Understand?

—Yes, my queen.

It was the best thing I could have heard. I started at the heel, moving up the sole with my tongue flat, slowly, tracing every inch. Her feet were bigger than they looked and that only made me like them more. When I reached her toes I took them one by one, circled them with my tongue, sucked them with a devotion that had no name. I took two, three at a time into my mouth, sucked them like they were something else, like I was sucking the cock of a man she wasn’t, and in the background I heard her breathing get more and more ragged.

—That’s it —she gasped, and I noticed her breathing had changed too—. Get your tongue between my toes. Good. There, there, don’t stop. Mess them up with your spit.

I ran my tongue between each toe, nosing into the folds, coating the whole sole in saliva until it shone. Without thinking I lowered my free hand between my legs to adjust myself and she noticed instantly.

—Hands behind your back —she cut in—. I already told you not to touch it. That cock is mine tonight.

I obeyed, crossed my wrists behind my back, and kept licking with my hands out of the game. Just my mouth and her feet. My cock jerked on its own with every pulse, beating against the air, and a fat drop of pre-cum hung from the tip.

When I reached her big toe I nearly lost control. Her nails were painted an immaculate white and seeing it so close, feeling it in my mouth, drove me to the edge. I sucked it like everything depended on it, eyes closed, completely lost, savoring the hard little edge of the polish against my tongue.

—Suck that finger you wanted so badly —she ordered, savoring every word—. With feeling. Show me how much you wanted it. Suck it like it was a cock, slave. Make noise.

I did exactly that. I sealed my lips around her big toe, sucked it from top to bottom, hollowed out, with my tongue wrapped around it, and the wet sound filled the room. Ariana let out a laugh broken by a gasp, and without moving her foot she slid the other toes across my face, rubbing them over my cheek, over my forehead, marking me with her wetness and mine.

—Like that, like that, oh God, you’re a beautiful little pig —she murmured—. I never imagined you’d get like this over my feet. Look at your face, all drooling, and that cock standing up like a post.

I repeated everything with the other foot, leaving nothing out, while she directed me with her voice, setting the pace, reminding me every second who was in charge. I had stopped thinking. Only her orders and my need to obey existed. I sucked, licked, nibbled the toes gently until she let out a deeper moan, one that came from her belly and not her throat.

—Open your mouth —she said suddenly.

I obeyed. I brought both feet together and she shoved both big toes into my mouth at once, filling it, and I accepted them with a muffled groan. I was completely ecstatic, submissive, exactly where I wanted to be without ever having fully known it. Ariana leaned in, pushed a little more, driving her toes in until I almost choked, watching my face with obvious satisfaction. Saliva leaked from the corners of my mouth and dripped down my chin, my chest, all the way to my cock, which kept bouncing on its own.

—Look at you —she whispered—. So big and so surrendered by a pair of feet. You love this, don’t you? You never imagined your cousin would fuck your mouth like this.

I couldn’t speak, so I nodded with what I had free, eyes locked on hers, sucking her big toes at the same time. She laughed under her breath, a laugh of triumph, and left me like that a little longer, ruling me with the mere pressure of her feet against my mouth, pushing the toes in and pulling them out as if she were fucking me from inside.

When she finally pulled them away, a strand of saliva stretched between her foot and my lips. She snipped it with a gentle flick of her hand, brought her wet toes to her own mouth, and sucked them herself without breaking eye contact.

—Delicious —she said—. All right, slave. Last test of the night. Come here.

I stayed kneeling, panting, my mind blank. Ariana shifted herself on the bed, leaned her back against the headboard, and stretched both legs toward me. Then she closed them and trapped my cock between both soles, squeezing it like a warm fist.

—Move —she ordered—. Fuck my feet. I want to see you finish in here. And you look at me. Eyes up the whole time.

The first rub tore a whimper from me. I started moving my hips slowly, feeling how my cousin’s soles squeezed my whole cock, sliding with the saliva she’d left herself. Ariana moved her feet too, opening and closing them, brushing her toes over my glans, tickling my balls with her heels.

—That’s it, fuck your cousin’s feet —she whispered—. Hard. Make it obvious you’ve wanted this for years. How many times did you jerk off thinking about my feet, slave?

—Many —I panted, pushing faster—. So many. Sorry.

—Don’t apologize to me. Finish. Now. Come all over my feet. Everything, not a single drop wasted.

It was an order, and that was enough. I pushed two, three more times against those wet soles and felt everything inside me break. My orgasm shot up from my balls like a whip and I blasted the first rope across her arch, another over her toes, another that stained her white nails with semen. Ariana was laughing, gasping too, squeezing her feet so I wouldn’t lose a single drop, while I jerked forward and back with my mouth open and no air left.

—Good boy —she repeated when I finally stopped shaking—. Nice and loaded. Now clean me up.

She didn’t need to explain. I threw myself face-first onto her feet and started licking up my own cum, sucking it from her toes, from the arch, from the space between each one. She guided me, brought one foot closer and then the other, and I swallowed everything I’d left there until her skin was bright and clean again.

When I was done, I stayed against her ankles, exhausted, while she stroked my head the way one pets a tame animal.

—Did you like it, slave?

—Yes, my queen —I answered, and the words came out on their own, natural, as if I’d been waiting my whole life to say them.

—Good boy —she repeated, and that phrase lit me up all over again—. If you want to be my real slave, this can happen again. Often. But I set the rules. Always. And we still have a lot left to try. Next time I’m going to make you do things you can’t even imagine.

—Yes —I said without the slightest doubt—. Whenever you want. However you want.

Ariana smiled, satisfied, and stretched one foot back toward my face, this time without needing to order anything. I already knew what to do. And as I lowered my head again and kissed her arch with lips still sticky, I understood that something between us had changed forever, that this night was not an ending but the beginning of something I had wanted in silence for far too long.