The Long Con
It had been such a long day at work. So much walking around, not having the chance to get off my feet. Retail was so annoying to work, and everyone needed help with everything. Managers yelling at you to do better, but nothing to do around the store, it was agony. But at least it paid.
When I had gotten into my apartment, I felt a buzz on my phone. Deciding against taking my shoes off, I looked at the message. It was from a good friend of mine, Sarah. She and I shared a… special relationship. Not dating, but giving into our own pleasures. We both shared a foot fetish, and we indulged each other.
“Hey, want 2 come over 2 my house tonite? I can order pizza,” was the message that Sarah had sent.
I replied, “Sure, just make sure you take a shower.” I put down my phone, and got off of the couch slowly, groaning as I got up. I started my own shower, waiting for the water to heat up, and then heard my phone buzz again.
“You know that I keep these feet in tip top shape for you.”
Heh. Tonight would be fun.
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After finishing up my shower and heading out to my car, I set my GPS to Sarah’s house. It didn’t take long because she lived close, but it was still a little late so I almost missed my turn. I pulled into the driveway, and almost bounded up to the door. The door knocker was creaky, but it worked all the same. Sarah’s smiling face appeared in the doorway, greeting me.
“Ready to have a relaxing massage?” Sarah asked.
“Always.” I replied confidently. She led me into the living room, and we sat down on the couch. “You know, I really needed this. Work was rough tonight, and my feet hurt like hell.”
Sarah frowned, and then moved over to my shoes, taking them off and using her soft fingers on my feet through my socks. “Poor baby! I know just how to help.” While Sarah was starting to massage my feet, she shifted so that her bare feet were in my lap. I grabbed them and pushed my thumbs into her soles, rubbing in small circles. Sarah then took my socks off to view my size 13 feet in all of their glory.
I raised Sarah’s feet up to my mouth and gave them a kiss, smelling their lotion. Sarah responded by giving the ball of my foot a gentle bite, causing my toes to curl. It was going to be one of these nights. I gave a big long lick up her soles, and she wiggled her toes in response. Sarah gave my soles a big lick as well, and I curled my toes again.
“I’m going to grab a few things, just wait here.” Sarah said with a smile, devious energy in her eyes. I waited for a few minutes, until Sarah came back with two pairs of fuzzy handcuffs. She knelt down and locked them above my ankles, then locked my hands in front of me.
“Huh, you’re sure getting into this, hm?”
“You have no idea.”
She pulled out a package and grabbed a few things. Feathers, pens, and even a few small knives. I was nervous, but I trusted her beyond a shadow of a doubt. The first thing she used was a pen, and started to run it over my feet. There was no ink, but I jerked this way and that, the circles over my arches and even onto my heels caused me to burst out laughing.
Then, Sarah pulled out the feather. It started similarly, with the end of the feathers being almost like the pens, and then she switched it around on me. The fibers of the feathers teasing my soles and being dragged through my toes were absolutely maddening.
“Stop, STOP!” I laughed out, thrashing around.
Stop she did, but then she pulled out a knife. I trusted Sarah not to do anything drastic, and knew that this was mostly edgeplay. She dragged the tip of the knife over my soles, through every wrinkle, causing a big tickling sensation, but I had to be still, unless I wanted to be stabbed accidentally.
“Fine, I’ll stop… but I think it’s time I showed you why I really wanted you here,” Sarah said as she pulled out a saw. Where had that even come from?
“Sarah, no, please don’t… I know that’s just a joke…” I said, starting to grow very worried.
“You think this is a joke?” She said, getting up and throwing back some curtains. I’d always seen them, but never knew what they were for. They weren’t guarding a window, they were hiding a very macabre collection! Dozens upon dozens of plaques filled the space, each holding a pair of feet. Male feet, female feet, big feet, small feet, it didn’t seem to matter. She was a trophy hunter, and I’d fallen into a trap. “I’ve been watching you, seeing your feet from right under your nose… I’ve wanted nothing more but to have them, but I had to gain your trust. You will give them to me today!”
“No! Sarah! I’ll do anything, please! I-I won’t tell anyone about the collection, I’ll give you money, please!” I shouted, writhing around, still cuffed on the couch. Sarah paid no mind to my bargaining and headed straight for my feet with the saw. She placed it on my ankles and started the motions. I screamed in pain as the saw bit down on my skin, and I continued to jerk wildly. I was crying, begging, pleading not to have them cut off, but it was no use. The saw cut through muscle, it cut through tendon, and even though it needed some more effort it cut through bone.
“One down, one to go.” Sarah said, licking my foot as it twitched in response. She placed the saw on my other ankle and looked at me.
My face was pale, and there were tears streaming down my face. “Sarah, you don’t have to do this! I’ll give you anything, please!”
She just shook her head. She knew what she wanted, and she couldn’t stop now. The process started again, the teeth hungrily ripping into my flesh. The same feelings, just on the other side. It was torture, until I passed out.
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Sarah held the feet in her hands, finally relieved to have them. They would make a fine addition to her wall. Softly caressing her fingers over the giant soles, she noticed something. The feet acted like they were alive still! She dug her nails in, trying to tickle them, and they wiggled their toes and spasmed. This was amazing! She then placed them to her face and started licking them. They curled their toes, gripping her face with life she’d never seen in her other trophies.
Over the next few minutes, Sarah continued to worship those massive soles. Her tongue traced the wrinkles as the feet continued to twitch and spasm, the toes curling, spreading, and even wiggling sometimes! she sucked on the toes, tasting the salty sweet toes as the soles wiggled in her hands. These were the most interesting feet she'd ever had!
While Sarah was continuing to worship those meaty soles, I started to wake up. I was mad, confused, and outright betrayed. I crawled over to the saw while Sarah was distracted, and grabbed her ankle, starting to cut it from the back of the ankle.
"Ow! Shit!" Sarah screamed as her foot was cut off cleanly, and she tumbled to the ground. She was still clutching her prizes and then looked at me. The weird thing was, she didn't even try to stop me.
I continued to cut through her other ankle as she cried out in pain, and when I had the pair of feet in my hands, those beautiful size 8 peds, Sarah smiled at me and laughed.
"I figured you might try that... And honestly, I deserve it. Enjoy your prize."
I was very confused now, looking between Sarah, my former feet, and her former feet. I shoo my head, and then both of us went to worshiping those severed feet. To my surprise, Sarah's feet spasmed and wiggled too! Her smaller toes, and her bigger arches danced over my face as I pushed my tongue between her toes. Everything about this day was odd. But the end result? I couldn't complain.