The Humiliation That Turned Me Into Her Slave

The smell I thought I caught when Renata sat down beside me to tie her sneakers was real. It wasn’t my imagination. In her sandals, abandoned under the bench, it was even stronger, that thick aroma that drives crazy anyone who shares the obsession I’ve carried for years. I lifted them with both hands, one in each palm, and let myself be dragged by something I didn’t know how to name.

She was right in front of me, playing volleyball on the sports center court, oblivious to everything. I was behind the back column, in the corner no one ever stepped on, my back against the cold wall and my breathing getting shorter and shorter.

I closed my eyes and inhaled. My crotch reacted at once, my cock hardening against the zipper of my pants until it hurt. I could feel every throb in the head, the frantic pulse pumping blood into my dick as if my whole body had concentrated down there. I wanted to touch myself badly, to pull it out and jack off until I came while staring at those sandals, but there was no way, not there, not in plain sight. I held on with my teeth clenched, the tip of my cock already wetting my briefs with a thread of hot liquid leaking out just from breathing in the smell.

I opened my eyes suddenly to make sure everything was still calm, that no one was watching me from the stands. Since the coast seemed clear, I went back to it. I dragged the edge of a sandal over my pants, slowly, measuring every rub of the leather against the tense bulge, moving it up and down along the length of my cock until a low moan escaped me. I alternated between sniffing and running my tongue over the worn insole of each one. I tasted it from end to end, the stale sweat of her feet, the salt embedded in the imprint of her toes, the damp hollow of the heel. I licked it as if it were a wet pussy, my whole tongue against the material, sinking it between the marks left by her big toes. Out of curiosity I checked the size: an enormous 39 confirmed that Renata had big feet, and that certainty turned me on even more. That number was proof that the woman who drove me insane had feet made to step on the face of a sick fuck like me.

It was a delicious, private moment. With one hand I mashed my cock against my leg through my pants, and with the other I brought the sandal to my nose, breathing deeply, so deeply my chest trembled. Every inhale made me leak a little more into my briefs. My balls had gone tight, drawn up, ready to empty right there if I didn’t hold back.

Feeling her smell straight from the sole, unfiltered, was a gift I didn’t deserve. I was grateful, completely surrendered to a girl who barely cared whether I existed. I imagined Renata stuffing those toes in my mouth, letting me suck each one, forcing me to lick the sweat off her after the match.

If she saw me now, she’d think I’m a lunatic.

I was about to finish without even unbuttoning, I could feel it rising from the bottom of my balls, that brutal tingling that warns you the load is coming and there’s no stopping it. My cock throbbed against the fabric, the head soaked, and all it would have taken was rubbing myself against the sandal two more times to blow into my briefs. I had licked one of the sandals so much the insole was shining with saliva. Better dry it with my T-shirt before she put it back on and noticed.

I was going to do it, but I allowed myself a few more seconds of worship, eyes closed again, chasing that smell that was already beginning to fade from all the licking.

That was exactly when the worst happened.

With my eyes shut, I didn’t see the ball bounce against the back wall and stop beside me. When I opened them, startled by the dull thud, Camila—one of Renata’s friends—already had the ball in her hand and was looking at me, not understanding.

My stomach dropped through the floor.

She had caught me with her friend’s two sandals glued to my nose, sniffing the insoles like an animal. What the fuck was I supposed to do now?

Camila took two seconds to go from astonishment to laughter. And within moments, the whole court and the stands turned toward me: murmurs, fingers pointing, laughter spreading in waves.

—Look at this! Adrián is sniffing Renata’s sandals! —Camila dropped the ball and doubled over laughing.— You’re disgusting!

I froze, unable to move. There were at least forty people and the PE teacher witnessing my humiliation. Classmates from my section and the neighboring one, who had come for the end-of-semester friendly match.

The laughter, the cell phones held up recording me, Camila on the floor gasping for air. And me in the center of it all, still motionless with the woman I adored’s sandals in my face. I was done for. I had only been at that university for two months and I’d just become the joke of the year.

—YOU HAVE A PROBLEM! YOU’RE SICK! —In the middle of the chaos, Renata stormed toward me, spitting fury.— What the hell are you doing with my stuff under your nose? Idiot!

Her voice raised goosebumps all over my skin. In the short time I’d been there, I’d already seen her yell at people, dish out cruelty all around her. But never like this, never at me.

Her brown eyes didn’t blink. They pinned me with the deepest hatred I’d ever received in my life, her cheeks burning with fury and shame at having to go through this in front of everyone.

Not knowing what else to do, I let the sandals fall and ran out of the court with my backpack over my shoulder, not looking at anyone, chased by the laughter.

—Get out of here, stinker! —Camila shouted.

—Pervert!

—Pig!

The crowd showed no mercy; one insult after another. Renata kept yelling something, but I could no longer hear her. I crossed the hallway and locked myself in one of the bathrooms, slid the bolt shut, and sat on the toilet seat in silence.

***

Alone there, I tried to gauge the size of the disaster. I’d have to change universities; there was no other option after a scandal that huge.

Renata was going to tear me apart the next time she saw me. She was going to spend the whole year humiliating me, or worse: maybe she would never speak to me again. Completely ignore me.

No. That would kill me for sure.

I ran my hand over my pants and discovered the most absurd thing of all. I was still hard. Rock hard, my cock trapped against the zipper, swollen, throbbing. With all that public humiliation on top of me, my body hadn’t gone down at all. On the contrary: shame had turned me on even more, as if Renata’s hatred, screaming “sick” at me, had worked like an aphrodisiac.

I decided to finish what I’d started. After all, everything was already lost; they were going to rip me to shreds as soon as I walked into class anyway. At least I’d get myself off.

I yanked my pants open and pulled them down to my knees along with my briefs. My cock sprang out, stiff, curved against my belly button, the head glossy from everything that had leaked out of me during the sandals show. I grabbed it with my right hand, squeezed hard until it burned, and started jerking it with a fast wrist, my palm sliding over the liquid that was already dripping from my balls.

I closed my eyes and filled my head with Renata. Renata barefoot in front of me, ordering me to stick my tongue out. Renata stepping on my face with the sweaty sole after the match, rubbing her toes across my mouth, forcing me to suck one after another. Renata spitting on me, insulting me, calling me sick while she squeezed my balls with those huge size 39 feet.

—Holy shit… —I muttered, beating it faster, my hand sliding up and down the whole shaft.

With my left hand I held my balls, squeezing them, tugging downward as if Renata herself were stepping on them. I imagined her voice, that angry voice: “Want to feel my foot? Fine, foot freak. Suck it.” A wave of pleasure climbed up my spine. My cock got even harder, my balls tightened, drawn up against my body, and I knew I was seconds away.

—Renata, Renata, fuck… —I moaned softly, clenching my teeth so no one would hear me from the hallway.

It took me less than two minutes. Just remembering the smell of her feet, with the taste of her insole sweat still on my tongue, made my whole lower belly contract. The first load shot onto the toilet seat, a thick, hot jet that left me hanging from my hand. Then came two more, each weaker, white and thick, spilling over my fingers, between my balls, down the inner side of my thigh. I kept jerking until the last drop, trembling all over, my head resting against the tiles, murmuring the name of the woman who had just humiliated me in front of the entire faculty. When I opened my eyes, my hands were stained with semen and my breathing was ruined.

I cleaned myself with toilet paper, flushed everything, and pulled the chain. I hoisted my pants up, adjusted myself as best I could. My cock, on top of everything, still wouldn’t fully go down; my craving for Renata was so deep that I stayed half mast as soon as I finished cumming. I splashed water on my face, took a deep breath, and went back to class before everyone else returned. I sat in my usual seat and waited for the inevitable. There was nowhere to run.

***

The first to come in were the quiet ones in the back row, who didn’t even look at me. Then came the pack. Bruno and his friends started right away, calling me “foot stench,” announcing that would be my nickname from now on. I put up with stupid jokes for what felt like forever, until suddenly everyone went quiet: Renata and her friends were entering the classroom.

Everybody wanted to see what she would do to me. I was terrified, fear running through me entirely. But that fear soon turned into something worse: an enormous sadness. Her gaze didn’t even touch my desk. I expected a slap, more yelling, anything. Instead, just as I’d feared, she chose to ignore me. To deny my existence and make it crystal clear.

Of course she knew I was hung up on her; almost everyone did. That she rejected me to the point of never looking at me again was tearing me in two.

Class went on, and luckily it was the last one of the day. There was still a commotion, especially from Camila, who every two minutes blurted out “foot stench” and cracked herself up. The nickname caught on in record time.

Renata, meanwhile, kept her eyes on her notebook, on the blackboard, chatting with her friends, without turning her neck toward me even once. As if nothing had happened.

The bell rang and I breathed a sigh of relief. It was Friday; maybe the weekend would help people forget the whole thing a little.

***

I gathered my things and walked home, which was only a few blocks away. I had barely crossed the gate when a hand grabbed my arm, firm and strong, and spun me around in one yank.

—Did you seriously think you were going to leave like that?

It was Renata.

With her brown hair loose over her shoulders, without the braid from practice, she looked even more imposing. I allowed myself to look at her perfect face for only an instant before my eyes went, purely on instinct, to her feet.

—Don’t even think about it. —Her hand grabbed my chin and jerked my head up.— I can’t believe this. I just caught you and you still want to look at my feet. How dare you?

The fear returned, and with it a bit of lucidity. Renata was taller than me and had the strong arms of all that volleyball. If she wanted, she could beat the hell out of me without effort.

—Don’t you have anything to say to me? Not even a lousy apology?

—I… —I stammered.— I… forgive me, please.

She frowned and, in a lightning-fast motion, kicked me between the legs.

The pain was brutal.

My legs shook and, before I could recover, the second kick came, even harder. The tip of her sandal sank into my balls with a dry thud, and I felt the impact shoot all the way up to my stomach.

—Ah! —I let out a cry of agony and dropped to my knees in front of her, powerless.

I grabbed my groin, trying to calm the burn, while she seized my hair and yanked my head up.

—This is not what you like, you degenerate! —she shouted.— You wanted to feel my foot? Fine. You felt it already.

Amid the pain and shame, kneeling on the sidewalk, I looked at her feet again. Back in the sandals, with her toes peeking out, long, nails painted bright red. The top of her foot still sweaty from the match. And my body, incredibly, started reacting. My cock, which not long ago had emptied in the bathroom, was filling again, swelling against my pants as if I had never come at all.

I couldn’t stop myself. I leaned in and kissed the top of her foot, passionately, without thinking. I pressed my lips against her warm skin, my tongue slipping out to steal the taste of sweat, salty, delicious. I ran my open mouth over her big toe, sucking in the air around her skin so I wouldn’t miss a single note of that smell that had made me blow into the toilet half an hour earlier. I had nothing left to lose. It was my last chance; after this she could ignore me forever, but at least I would have tasted what I wanted so badly.

—I can’t believe this. —She was stunned by my audacity. She planted the sole of her sandal over the bulge in my pants and pressed, and jerked when she felt how hard I was.— What is wrong with you? You’re sick! Seriously! I kick you, you kiss my foot, and then you get turned on on top of it. You disgust me!

She stayed like that for a few seconds, the sole pressed against my cock, feeling it throb beneath her. I closed my eyes and bit my lip so I wouldn’t moan. The head of my cock was getting wet again, dripping what I hadn’t finished emptying in the bathroom, and with just one push of her foot it was about to blow right there, in the middle of the sidewalk, in front of the woman who had just kicked me in the balls. Renata smiled with contempt when she realized how close she had me, and pressed once more, moving her foot with calculated cruelty over the bulge. My cock throbbed three, four times, and I felt a hot spurt escape into my briefs, soaking me, the shameful load of a broken pervert at the first touch of a goddess.

—Oh no… —I murmured, humiliated, my breathing ragged.

—Did you come? —Renata let out an incredulous laugh, yanking her foot away.— Did you come, foot stench? In the street, with my sandal on your dick? I can’t believe it. You’re worse than I thought.

She removed her foot, easing the pressure. She looked at me for a few seconds with contempt while I remained on my knees, like a dog beside his owner, my briefs soaked and semen cooling against my thigh.

—You didn’t forget anything on the court, did you?

—What? —The question threw me off. What was I supposed to have forgotten there?— I don’t think so…

—Sure? —When I saw the crooked smile on her face, I knew she had something tucked away.

I patted my pocket and realized what was missing: my phone.

I looked up. Renata had it in her hand, delighted.

—You’re such an idiot… You ran off and even forgot your phone. How careless.

My blood ran cold. What if she’d checked it? She would have seen the…

She swiped her finger across the screen and opened the gallery, silently scrolling through the photos I’d taken of her over those weeks. Hundreds of pictures of her: her back, her face, her legs. Videos of her playing. I looked at her with my heart in my throat, terrified of what she was going to do.

—I don’t need to say anything, do I? You’re a sick pervert of the worst kind. I already took a photo of your screen with all this, recorded a video, and sent some of it to my friends. By now everyone knows. —She noticed I was in shock, completely in the palm of her hand.— So listen: if you don’t want me to report you, to tell your parents and the whole class section, you’d better behave and do everything I tell you.

—I will! Please, don’t show this to anyone, I beg you. You’ll ruin me.

—I know that already. —She smiled, not bothering to hide how much she enjoyed it.— Fine, you’re going to start by doing my chemistry practical assignment, the one due Monday. Bring it finished and with my name on it. Figure it out.

—Okay! I’ll bring it. Just don’t show any of that.

She selected the entire gallery and deleted it with a tap. All those photos I went crazy over disappeared in an instant.

—You don’t need them anymore. —She dropped the phone onto the ground with just enough force to crack the screen.— Oops… it almost broke. —She was laughing.

—It’s fine. The screen just cracked…

—This is so you learn not to mess with me. Look, it was even funny talking to an idiot like you, and I even liked the compliment about my foot. But so you can see how disgusting you are, you should be grateful I’m giving you this chance instead of ruining your life. If you follow the rules and behave yourself, everything stays normal.

—Yes, I’ll obey. I swear.

—Perfect. Expect more assignments and bring me my work on Monday. This is only beginning.

She crouched until we were face to face. I think it was the closest I’d ever been to her; her beauty was overwhelming. So beautiful and so cruel. I could smell her mint breath and the warm lotion on her neck, and meanwhile my cock was moving again inside my soaked briefs, reacting to her face pressed close to mine as if I hadn’t already emptied myself twice in the last hour.

My crotch was throbbing with desire.

—See you Monday, then. —And she spat in my face, mercilessly, a thick gob of spit sliding down my cheek.— Remember, foot stench: you’re worth less than a worm to me. Don’t forget who runs this faculty.

I felt the taste of saliva hanging from my chin and I didn’t dare wipe it away. I ran my tongue over what was dripping from the corner of my mouth, dragged it into my mouth, and swallowed it all in front of her to make it clear how far I was willing to go. Renata raised an eyebrow, more disgusted than impressed, and shook her head.

No need for me to explain that, for me, it was glorious. Completely humiliated and blackmailed, sick as I was, I felt strangely fulfilled. With my briefs stuck to my cock from my load, with my owner’s saliva running down my throat, with my balls still aching from the kicks, there wasn’t a place in the world I would have rather been.

My owner stood up and walked away, leaving me on my knees on the sidewalk, body aching, her spit sliding down my face and my broken phone at my side. And as I watched her go, with the confident walk of someone who has just found a new toy, I knew this wasn’t a punishment. It was the first day of the rest of my life at her feet.