"Fine,I'll enjoy you for today, then." Chloe said and smiled at you,glanced at Lucy. "If that's alright with you. As I've saidbefore - I don't want to intrude on your relationship." Lucyshook her head at her friend, then pulled her foot from your mouthand pressed it against the side of your head, pushing you away. "Goclean her shoes, babe." You got up from the couch, smiling toyourself, excited by this situation. Chloe's mere presence seemedto encourage your girlfriend to act a little bolder, to treat youmore like her slave then she usually dared to. And you loved it. Asyou walked past Chloe, though, she stopped you with one leg againstyour thighs. "Bring our shoes here." she said to you, looking upat you with an intense look in her eyes. "I want to watch you cleanthem." The girls giggled to each other as you came back both withChloe's sandals, as well as Lucy's sneakers. Chloe had switchedseats to sit next to your girlfriend. "Can I just," she askedboth you and Lucy, "Order you? I don't know how you two dothings, usually." Lucy seemed rather excited to watch her friendcommand you, and you declared you would obey either of them, nomatter what. Chloe bit her lip with an excited smile, then pointeddown at her feet. "Get on the floor." Both girls raised theirlegs as you, prone, crawled into position beneath them. Lucy put herfeet on your back and rubbed her slightly sweaty soles off on yourshirt. Chloe slid forward a little to put her feet on the side ofyour face and said: "Clean my sandals." You reached for her leftsandal, the one you had been stuck under until she had rinsed it off.A sudden, unexpected stomp on your head stopped you. "That one'salmost clean already, do the other one." You swallowed, pinnedunder Chloe's feet, her toes just at the edge of your vision,realising that you were at the mercy of someone experienced indominating slaves beneath her, who was far less hesitant and gentlethan your girlfriend. So you grabbed the other sandal, your handunder the straps and against the insole, where you felt the dampmaterial soaked with sweat. You were rather tempted to lick theinsoles first, to taste Chloe's delicious sweat, but felt herwatchful gaze from above, waiting to see you lick the dirty bottom ofher shoe. You slid the chunky sandal towards you as you stuck outyour tongue, then pressed the heel of the sandal against it, wigglingyour tongue along the tread as you slowly dragged the sandal along,licking off the roughest dust, dried dirt and food scraps. Chloe'sfeet, her right squishing down on your cheek and her left resting onyour temple, flexed and shifted as she curled her toes watching youlick her footwear. "I can see why you let him do that." she notedand looked at Lucy, who was still giving your lower back a massagewith her feet. "I don't really watch him do it." she said, towhich Chloe raised a brow. "Really? So ... he just does it becausehe wants to?" You stopped licking to explain, but Chloe stompedyour head into the floor again. "I'm talking to Lulu, not you.You keep licking." she said sternly, then giggled as youimmediately obeyed. "Well, we've talked about his fantasies andwhy he likes doing all this stuff." Lucy continued, swallowing atthe way Chloe treated you. "It's a humiliation thing. He likesthe feeling of being beneath me ... well, women in general, I guess.Licking the dirt from our shoes just plays into that." Chloeshuddered, recalling something. "Ugh, I just thought of thatscumbag again." she said and narrowed her eyes as she looked downon you. You felt her feet pressing you against the floor, smotheringyou. "Do you ever use him to just ... cool off?" she asked as shelifted her feet, smiled at the yellow pressure footprints on the sideof your face, then rested her feet on you again as she looked atLucy. "That's how he got me into all this. I'm often stressedafter work because of annoying co-workers or frustrating customers.He always massaged my feet, which already helped me relax, but oneday he suggested that I use him like a footstool and pretend he iswhatever person I'm frustrated with." Lucy lifted her toes andtwisted her heels into your back as she bit her lip and continued:"It seemed a little odd at first, but it ... worked. I was asgentle as I could be, of course, but even just resting my feet on hisface and pretending he was one of my stuck-up customers really helpedme deal with my frustration." She blushed and added: "Once I lethim kiss and lick my feet, it became my go-to method to unwind."Chloe smiled, then glanced down at you beneath her. You were shovingyour tongue into the ridges between her treads, trying to dislodgedirt and food scraps, using your teeth if that didn't work. "Didhe tell you that he licked my feet that one time?" she asked, towhich Lucy nodded. "Yeah, he did. I don't mind, though." Chloenarrowed her eyes and smirked. "You're not jealous?" Lucy shookher head, glancing down towards Chloe's feet. "Feet are feet. Ourrelationship isn't defined by his fetish. It is a big part, sure,but so are the many other ways in which we show each other ouraffection and loyalty."
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Clay Human
Storie d'amoreA giantess fetish story written in 2nd person. Clayton can shrink at will and his body takes on properties similar to clay. Together with his girlfriend Lucy he explores his fetishes involving feet, giantesses and being used by them as doormats and...
