So, this time I will talk about something happened at the end of July.
I have to say this experience was pretty unique since the person involved was not into feet in the first place.
So, I spent a weekend far from home, in a pretty popular Italian city where a branch of my family lives. I spent much of my time with my cousins, which are more or less around my age (ranging from 23 to 27 years).
One of their friends was making pool parties every night at his country house, a very huge mansion with a garden and a swimming pool a little outside of town, and we spent two consecutive nights there.
Since it was a swimming pool party, we were all wearing "summer attires". I personally had a swimsuit and a semi-transparent dress, and was wearing (of course) a pair of flip flops.
Now, very soon the first night a group of guys started stalking me and my cousins. One of these guys in the specific was after me. He was basically following me everywhere, and trying to talk and to flirt and whatnot (of course I was alone there, as my boyfriend was still in our hometown cause he had to work).
Now, I was keeping distance, meaning I was talking with him politely and answering his questions, but not flirting back.
At a certain point, I had to go upstairs where I had left my purse, cause after a couple of baths in the swimming pool my makeup was a mess, so I just wanted to remove it.
I reached for the room where all guests had left their stuff, took my purse, and as I turned back he was there on the door, looking at me.
I didn't say anything but was of course disappointed that he had followed me. He walked towards me and tried to joke and have fun with me, meanwhile touching me all over my body (I was only wearing my swimsuit and I had my dress in my hand). Of course as you all know I'm pretty tall and pretty fit, so with a slap in his face I could end everything.
But you know how much I like to play, and you know how sadistic I can be XD
I had an idea. I told him "Follow me". He said "okay" and his eyes were suddenly filled with hope.
I brought him in the bathroom and closed the door with the key.
He looked extremely excited (I guess if a girl brings you in the bathroom and locks the door it's definitely your lucky day), and almost jumped on me to kiss me. I stopped him and pushed him away with all my strength. He just fell on the floor on his butt, with a surprise expression on his face.
I grabbed him by his wrists and literally kicked him in the face (I was still wearing flip flops) a couple of times, of course in a playful way, not hurting him for real. He was totally unable to understand what was going on... I mean, probably he was struggling to understand if I was serious or just playing. He tried to escape but I pulled his arms and pushed my right foot on his face with even more force. I told him smiling "I'll leave you if you lick my flip flop". He started mumbling something, but didn't start licking. I pushed even more on his face with my foot, probably pushing so hard that I was hurting his neck, and I heard him telling "okay... okay...". I kept holding him, but softened the grip a little, and I told him "so, lick".
He started licking the sole of my flip flop, though not with the intensity I wanted.
I told him "put some more effort, come on..." but he kept licking like it was the most disgusting thing he ever did. I told him "Do this for me and then I'll do whatever you want me to do"... so while being a little reluctant, he started licking my flip flop properly. After he was done, I gave him the other foot "now lick this one" and he started going like "ooh.. come on... are you serious?" but I just pushed my foot on his mouth and he silently licked everything.
Well, useless to say I made him remove my flip flops and lick my bare feet for long, long time.
My feet were actually pretty clean (I had just bathed in the swimming pool before), but still he was pretty disgusted in licking them. I guess he was the very first person I had licking my feet that was not actually enjoying his task.
When he was done, I told him to lay down on the floor, as now I was going to please him to thank for being such a nice boy.
I saw him smiling, probably thinking he was finally going to have his reward.
I just jumped on him and walked all over his body (paying great care to make him feel all my weight on him) before leaving the bathroom and going away.
When I was outside again my cousins asked me where I had been, and I told them "I was just running away from that pervert, he kept asking if he could lick my feet..." and they laughed so hard and when they saw him again (he stared at me with hate), they had fun and laughed in front of him so badly.
Well... I know, I was pretty cruel here... but he deserved it