The beta-girl

Pt. 1 - Sneakers in the hallway

Prologue

Hey, I'm Luisa. I'm 21 and just dove headfirst into the adult world. Like, seriously, I just successfully finished my vocational training, got my own place, and all that jazz.

But honestly, I'm not ready to be a grown-up. Instead, I'm rediscovering my inner kid. Recently, I bought a PlayStation, do a ton of silly stuff with my girlfriends, and I'm totally not into relationships right now. But I've also discovered something new about myself: my kink for women's feet, sneakers, socks... all that fun stuff.

I guess it's because I've been suppressing it for years. I always thought I was weird, but thanks to the internet (big shoutout), I realized that's total BS. There are so many kinks out there, and I'm just fitting well in-between.

So, I've decided to really embrace it. Plus, there's my little "sexual problem": regular sex doesn't really do it for me, whether it's with a guy or a girl. It's only when I see dirty sneakers or black sneaker socks that my mind starts racing.

I'm trying to share my experiences as vividly as possible, so here are some quick facts about me to help you picture it:

I'm 1.68m tall and weigh around 61kg, but it fluctuates. I have shoulder-length brown hair (usually in a messy ponytail) and crazy blue eyes. Next to my button nose, I've got (quoting my friends here) a super cute smile. I mostly wear nerdy T-shirts or hoodies, slim-fit jeans, and (lol surprise) sneakers. I'd say my style is kinda unassuming but still cute.

Personality-wise, I'm pretty reserved. I know my worth, but I usually just go with the flow. Especially when I'm out with my girlfriends, I just follow along. But that's fine, since I want to be at the girls' feet anyways, heh. That's why I call myself a Beta-Girl. Always ready to be submissive. But somehow it doesn't want to happen on its own, so I decided to get creative myself.

Part 1 - Sneakers in the hallway

Friday, 5 PM. I've been off work for almost two hours now, and I'm just chilling on the couch, playing FINALS (yes, girls play shooters too, duh). In the girls' WhatsApp group, we're already discussing whether and what we want to do tonight. Usually, we end up going to the movies, grabbing something to eat, shopping, or whatever we're in the mood for. But no one really feels like doing anything big today, especially since the weather is total crap outside. So, we're thinking about just meeting up at someone's place for a cozy night in. Jana and Sophie can't make it tonight, so it's just Jenny, Isabelle, and me.

Me: Yo, if you guys want, come over to my place. ✌🏼 Just need to tidy up a bit...

Isabelle: Give it up 😂 I'll be there in like 40 minutes.

Isabelle: Should I bring anything?

Me: Got chips and stuff, don't know what else you want.

Jenny: Sounds purrfect to me 😏

So, I haul myself off the couch and start picking up my dirty clothes, airing out the place a bit. Honestly, they know my place is never super tidy, but I try not to overdo it.

When the doorbell rings, I slide across the laminate floor to the intercom and pick it up.

"Yeah?", I ask, obviously knowing who is on the other side.

"Yooo, Isabelle here, ready to chill!"

"Girl, you're weird."

I buzz her in and open the apartment door, grinning as I see Isabelle coming up the stairs.

By the way, Isabelle is the definition of a pint-sized powerhouse. She's only 1.55m tall, slim but incredibly good-looking... in my opinion. She's got these insanely gorgeous natural curls, and I'm a little jealous of her for that. She's usually rocking (formerly) white Adidas sneakers that look just perfect on her. Heh.