The dust blew off of my grandmother's old book, which Elena was wiping off. We've been going through old stuff sitting in our basement in boxes lined up against the wall, collecting dust. We had just moved in a few months ago, and Elena wanted to do a spring cleaning.

"Whoa. What's this one, James?" she asked, lifting up the book.

I look over my shoulder and see her "Los Rituales" book which I was told never to touch during my childhood. My mom always told me it could bring bad luck and make bad things happen.

"I, wouldn't touch that." I say. "It's an old book that shouldn't be messed with."

"Ooh, what is it of?" Elena asked. She was always the most curious person I knew.

"Apparently it's filled with rituals that can make bad things happen. I was told not to mess-"

"What kind of spells?" she interrupts.

"Here, just give me the book."

She hands it to me and I see the dates written on it. The book was at least two hundred years old, and still held together pretty nicely. I didn't even know how my family obtained the book, I just know that it has been passed down through generations.

"Give me it, I will put it away." she insists.

I roll my eyes and give it to her. I go back to cleaning the corner until I hear her whispering, then complaining.

"Wh- this stuff is all in Spanish!" she proclaimed. "Here, take it."

I get mad at her for reading it.

"Why were you looking in it? Did you say anything from the book?" I ask.

"Yeah, but I doubt I even pronounced it right." she says.

I facepalm and open the book.

"What page did you read?"

"That one." she pointed, putting her finger on the page.

My Spanish was a bit rusty, but from what I translated it to be was: "The effect of this ritual will control the body's most wishful desires of lust for its lover. The hands will act as a guide while the feet shall make lustful motions."

"What does it say?" she asked.

"That your hands and feet will act lustfully." I respond. "And no, I don't know what that means."

She squints, then shrugs. She continues her cleaning routine, and after a while, we both head upstairs and go to bed.

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Around 2 AM, I wake up and rub my eyes. I look at my phone and get up from the bed, stretching and walking towards the door. I was going to grab a glass of water until I notice the door is locked.

"The hell?" I mumble. We hadn't changed any doorknobs at all, and we never even had a lock on our bedroom door.

I turn around and walk towards Elena, sleeping. I was going to wake her up and ask what was up with the door.

"Elena," I say. "Wa-"

Before I could finish, a pair of disembodied feet jump up from the bed and kick me off the bed. Just as I was about to hit the ground, I feel something pull me up to prevent me from waking her up. I begin to yell, but I see a hand float from behind me and clamp over my mouth faster than the blink of an eye. As soon as I saw the black nail polish, I knew these hands were Elena's.

"MMPH!" I grunt, into the disembodied hand. I violently pull at the hand to try to get it to stop clasping my mouth shut, but it was no use. I sit against the wall taking heavy breaths until the other hand hovers down to my head and pulls my hair against the wall.

I knew immediately that whatever was happening, was happening because of that ritual Elena recited. I roll my eyes and wait for the ritual to wear off.

Her feet walk gracefully over to her closet and walk inside of it. I hear rustling, then I see her red flats being worn by the feet as they walk out of the closet. They walk right in front of me, and step out of the flats. The flats begin squirming slightly and wiggle its front part, then both of them spring up to life, pinning my legs by stepping on my ankles.

The feet then hover over my dick. I adjust a bit to get comfortable, knowing that whatever this was has more power over me. There was no point in trying to break free.

The left foot pushes my shirt up and the other foot reaches for my zipper. I already was a bit hard at this point, as it was strangely arousing. The right foot slowly undoes the zipper and pinches the button in between its toes. I gulp and wait in anticipation.

The hands float away from me, and float across my room and open my dresser. They grab duct tape and tape my mouth shut. I get a bit nervous at wondering what they're going to do.

The feet pull down my underwear, revealing my hard cock bobbing. I shift a bit, trying my best to remain calm, not really registering what exactly is happening.

One of the feet begin tapping and teasing my cock by pressing back and forth against it. The other foot clamps onto my face, forcing its sole against my mouth. I flinch and try to look away, but the foot remains glued on my face.

I immediately went from becoming aroused to craving more, because with my free hands I began rubbing the feet caressing my dick and face. I wasn't restrained at all anymore either, because the hands were now playing with my hair and running their fingers through it.

As if this encouraged them, the foot on my dick stopped tapping and started grinding against my cock, and the foot on my face shoved its toes in my mouth and wriggled them.

I have to admit, I didn't really have a thing for feet before this moment. But as I was getting these "touches" from the feet, I have to say that I developed a love for them.

The grinding went on for a bit more as I was going to work on the one on my face. As I was about to cum, the feet backed off and the hands hovered away. Her flats walked into the closet and I didn't see them again.

I get disappointed and frown, as my orgasm was held off.

"Hey, why the hell did you guys stop?" I asked nonchalantly.

One of her hands wind back and slap me across the face, hard.

I hold my cheek and wince.

"W-what was that for?"

One of the hands grabbed a pen wrote out on her notebook:

"NO SWEARING!"

I see one of the hands wagging a finger at me.

"I-I'm sorry." I say, rubbing my cheek.

The hand writes, "GOOD BOY."

My cock was becoming flaccid and one of the feet put its toes under it and teased it. I moan and try to keep reading what the hand is writing.

"OUR SPELL WEARS OFF IN 3 MINUTES, SO GET READY FOR A GOOD TIME."

I raise an eyebrow and just remain sitting against the wall.

The hand droops all of its fingers as if it was disappointed. It writes, "THAT MEANS LAY DOWN DUMBASS."

I realize my stupidity and quickly lie down. I hear rustling in the closet and look up, to see her brown ugg boots walking out.

The hands extend my arms and pin them down, and the feet spread out my legs so now I looked like an "x" on the floor. The feet creeped up to my face , and her uggs started cradling my cock.

I was gonna ask what was next until the feet hopped onto my face and interrupted that. The feet were relentless and wanted to be worshipped, pushing against my cheek and shoving themselves in my mouth as I moan in intense pleasure. The soft, brown uggs start jerking me off and I feel the buildup of the sperm.

The uggs were using an expert technique, as it wasn't like anything I've felt before. The tension I was feeling was all about to be released when everything increased its sensations and intensity. I begin to hold my breath as I feel it coming on.

The hands jump up from my arms and grab my cock, and begin furiously jerking me off.

"Oohhhh...ohhhhhhhh..." I mutter, moments away from climaxing.

The uggs take this opportunity to jump to my face and force me to smell inside of them. I smelt a bit of her feet, but mostly just the soft cotton lining inside of it.

"Oh god, I'm gonna fucking cum!" I yell.

The feet place my cock in between their arches and stroke it quickly.

I look up and moan with pleasure like I've never felt before. I shake and buck my hips as my cum shot out of my penis, as a wave of sleepiness falls over me.

I breathe heavily, as her hands and feet massage my crotch. The uggs stroke my cheek and walk into her closet, while the hands and feet wipe off my cum on the floor and float back to Elena. I lay there for a while looking at the ceiling before drifting off to sleep.

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"Are you serious?"

I open my eyes and look up to Elena looking over me. I yawn and stretch as I sit up, quickly realizing that I slept with my dick out all night.

"Oh I-I uhh..." I stutter, as I quickly zip up my pants and stand up.

"No, I know what happened." she said.

"Y-you do?"

"Yep, you came on my feet last night!"

I pause and am speechless.

"I mean, James, you could've told me you had a foot fetish, I had an ex who had one and he loved my footjobs!" she said. "And I'm really good with my technique. You didn't have to do it when I was sleeping!"

I shut my open mouth and let her just walk out of the room in silence, not sure if she knew the full story.

"Ooh, and when we leave to grab your car out of the shop, I need to get my nails done." she says, walking downstairs.