Ten more Inches!

I am a twenty-five year old male who has been working out regularly for the past five years. Little did I know that one day's workout at my gym would change my life forever.

It all started when I signed up for the aerobics class and became friendly with a girl who had just turned 18 a few weeks ago. Her name was Jen and she had blonde hair about shoulder length, a beautiful face, and was about 5'2" and 140 pounds with a tiny waist, great size C chest and the biggest butt that I had ever seen on a 140 pound girl. Anyway, at the aerobics class I found out that she lived only four blocks from me and eventually I started driving her home after class. I always stayed behind her in class and was amazed at her beauty, I would stare at her ass, chest, and face the entire time.

After about two weeks of this, Jen suggested that we go swimming in the pool, which was usually deserted, and I could not wait to see her in a bathing suit so I jumped at the chance. Now I am a man without any fetishes or strange likings so what happened next was totally new to me.

Apparently Jen was in a goofy mood so she suggested that we race in the pool and bet on it. I agreed thinking it was all fun and games and when Jen suggested that if I won she would let me see her naked in the pool, I would have just about risked anything (and actually I did). After some thinking she honestly just settled for me having to bow down and kiss each of her feet ten times each if I lost as sort of a joke which just popped in her head.

Well, I was a strong man and she was a heavy girl (at least in the butt) so I jumped at the challenge. As fate would have it, with the head start that we agreed on for her, Jen beat me by about ten inches. I was so pissed at losing my chance to see this 18 year old naked that I forgot about what I bet since I thought I could just laugh my way out of it anyway.

Well, Jen was ready to collect and insisted on it. As embarrassing as it was, I actually had to get out of the pool while she stood on the ground, bow down and kiss her feet ten times each, while she laughed out loud and said stuff like, "That's right, bow down to your queen" and "Why don't you lick out my toe jam while you're there."

As horrible as this was for me, nothing would prepare me for the next day. As it turns out, Jen's friend Diane works at the gym and was watching on the monitor while she sat bored at the front desk and as she saw what was happening, she taped it from the surveillance cameras and took it home with her.

The next day they got my address from the gym's computer and Jen, Diane (who was 18 and unbelievably beautiful at 5'6",110), and their friend Rachel, who I never saw before but was 25 and 5'10",150, stopped over with the tape unexpectedly. The three explained that they already had a copy stored at each of their houses and from now on I would be driving each of them to and from the gym and giving foot massages after work outs to each of them.

Also, my apartment was now turned into their personal hangout for them and their female friends, complete with their 24 hour a day servant for anything they needed. I had no choice but to listen since I would have been disgraced from the gym and my work would have suffered from such perverted tapes flying around the entire neighborhood.

I said "Please do not do this. I just kissed her feet as a joke from a bet we made", but they were dead serious and told me to never speak to them unless I was asked a question again.

At that point Rachel, who I didn't even know, told me that I could get started by cleaning her sneakers for her. When I got up to get a rag she said "Hey Asshole, where are you going?", I said "To the kitchen to get a wet rag", she said "Oh no! You are going to have to learn how to clean me and my friends sneakers with your tongue. Now get over here and start practicing".

At this point, as they talked about how great it was to have somewhere to hang out at now, I crawled over to a total stranger and began licking every inch of her sneakers, top and bottom, with my tongue for the next twenty five minutes. After this, they decided I still needed practice and had me clean Jen and Diane's also.

I was so horrified by this that I could not go to the gym the next day and, as I feared, at 9:00 when the aerobics class was over I received my first call to pick them up. I thought it might not come since I didn't drive them here, but it did. This time they were not going home but to their hangout (formerly my apartment) to relax. I again cleaned every sneaker and then was told of my other chore: I started with Jen and had to take off her left sneaker and sock and then lick in between each sweat-dripping toe and clean her toe jam, suck each toe, and lick the sweat off of the soles of her feet while she relaxed and talked to her friends. I then did this for her right foot and both feet of my other two new owners. At one point it was so disgusting because their feet were dripping with sweat from an hour and a half of aerobics class (which Diane did not wear socks to) but I was told that if I didn't shut up OR if I did a bad job, everyone at the gym would know, including the instructor who was friendly with my family.

Well Jen is twenty-one now and I have been cleaning her feet and about ten different of her friends feet for the past three years with no sign of stopping. I still have not gotten used to it and I hate every lick of every sweaty, smelly, grimy foot that I clean each day. For the last year I have even been cleaning the sneakers and feet of the aerobics instructor who I had known for about 15years now. Her feet are the worst since she teaches 3 hours of aerobics straight and purposely never wears socks under her sneakers. I have chewed bubble gum off of peoples sneaker soles and blown bubbles with it for their amusement, been spit on daily, farted on my face, and been used as a footrest.

Recently, I was tricked by them on my three year anniversary of kissing Jen's feet by the pool which I have never seen since. They told me to pick three things which I hated the most and I would never have to do them again, except for cleaning their feet, which was a must for them. Well I didn't have to think long; I chose 1) licking the sweat from their armpits after workouts,2) having them stand full-weight on my head and face, and 3) having them take their socks off, turn them inside-out and shove them in my mouth so I had to breathe through my nose, and having them sit with their bare feet on my face(which they sometimes took turns doing for hours).

Well, as I said, I was tricked. Now these were the things that they did the most. I licked their armpits clean every day, I never got to rest without a pair of bare and stinky feet on my face, and they took turns between eight of them (weighing between 110 and 155) standing on my face for pictures both far away and close up.

It was humiliating to have a grown woman standing on the side of my face with the feet that I just licked clean while another girl got on the floor with a camera inches from my face and told me to smile while my face was being smashed into the floor. I now do not know when this will ever stop, as they tell me to lick the bottom of their sneakers just as if they were asking me to pass the salt at a dinner table. I think they have forgotten that this is cruel and unusual and every few weeks another girl is brought into this group.

Jen has said that she is considering moving in so she can have her slave twenty- four hours a day. She casually told Diane what a pain it was the other night when she spilled soda on her foot at home and had to clean it off with a rag. And to think, ten more inches in that swimming pool and I would have seen Jen naked and never have had to do this.

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