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Tuesdays used to be a very boring day for Alex, one he didn’t really look forward to, but one cold wet day in November was a Tuesday he would never forget.

It started like any other Tuesday, his alarm woke him at 6.30. After hitting snooze a few times he eventually got up, had a shower, had a light breakfast and headed towards university. He lived 10miles from campus which was frustrating on a Tuesday as he had a 9am lecture and a 4pm lecture meaning he had 6 hours to fill during the day and he also had to navigate rush hour traffic twice. It took nearly an hour to get to campus on this particular day and by the time he had parked he had to rush to get to his lecture. He saw some friends sat a few rows from the front and went to join them. After the lecture they went to get a drink and chat over the content before his friends went off to their business studies lecture, their first of 3 lectures that day Alex didn’t need to be in. He was in his second year and had options as part of his course. He had 5 hours till next lecture so decided to head to the library to do some work for his statistics assignment. Despite studying maths statistics was never really his thing, he always found it a bit boring, and so after about 90mins he decided he would take a walk and go get some lunch. He packed up his stuff and headed for the door. As he opened the heavy doors he started to hear the rain, the pouring rain. The heavens had well and truly opened and there were not many people outside, everyone huddling under shelters, or hovering in doorways waiting for a respite. Alex dashed to the building next to the library, picked up a sandwich and made another dash to the maths building to eat his lunch in the small common room hidden away on the bottom floor. As he ate his lunch he decided he would just chill out in the common room till his next lecture. It would be quiet, it always was, but it was comfortable, warm, dry and close to a drinks machine so it would tide him over for the few hours he had to wait. He didn’t know it at the time, but it was a great decision. After finishing his lunch he put his headphones in, selected some music, and got his textbook out to prep for the next lecture. That is when she walked in and his Tuesday changed.....

Alex looked up as he was joined in the common room by a short, attractive student he hadn't seen before. She had clearly got caught in the rain as she her coat was soaking wet, although it had done a good job to protect her long curly brown hair, and the top of her skinny jeans. Alex smiled to say hello as she removed her coat, and she smiled back. She put her coat next to the radiator and Alex went back to his book and his music. A few minutes later he looked up and what he saw got his heart racing. The girl had taken a seat facing him, her bare feet propped up on the coffee table in front her and her head buried in a text book. Alex had always liked feet and the sight of a pair of bare soles propped up just across from him took him by surprise. Her feet looked so soft, and slightly wrinkled, as though they had been in water too long. He hadn't noticed it at the time, but after removing her coat she had removed her shoes and socks, which were being rested on top of the radiator to dry them off. He couldn’t take his eyes off them, they were mesmerising. The girl flexed her toes and he got a sight of the dark purple nail polish, which looked flawless. He looked up and so did she, they caught each other's gaze, had he been caught staring at her feet? He hoped not, or maybe he hoped he had been. He took his headphones out and smiled;

‘Hi, looks like you got a bit wet out there, it's horrible isn't it?’ he said. The girl put her book down.

‘Its so bad, I wasn’t expecting it to be such heavy rain, I wore the wrong shoes!’

As she said it she pointed to the shoes and socks on the radiator.

‘It soaked through to my socks, I am hoping they will dry off before my lecture in a bit, else it will be a bit uncomfortable. Hope they don’t give off a smell from there.’

‘I can’t smell anything from here, so you are clear!’ Alex said with a chuckle.

‘Oh that’s good, let's hope you don’t have to get any closer.’

‘Ah I am sure they wont smell at all, your feet look clean.’ Alex wasn’t sure why he had said that. Even if she didn’t catch him looking at her feet, she knew he had looked now.

The girl smirked, ‘good to know!’

Alex needed to quickly change the subject, he was a bit embarrassed;
‘So what you reading?’

The conversation turned to maths and they chatted for a short while. He learned her name was Aimee, she was a first-year student also studying maths. Throughout the conversation Alex was desperately trying not to stare at her feet, but he couldn’t help but sneak the odd glance when he could. He thought he was being discrete, but he was wrong.

‘Are my feet distracting?’ Aimee asked, ‘your eyes seem to drop to them quite a bit.’

‘Erm, no, well, yes kind of, I guess it's not what I expected to see in the common room of the maths building on a wet afternoon in November’, he said nervously, trying to make it look innocent.

‘Yeah I suppose you are right, fair enough. I better get back to my book.’ Aimee shrugged and turned her attention to her text book.

‘Me too, its been nice chatting. Alex smiled and did the same.

Alex couldn’t help but peer over his book at those beautiful soles. He knew Aimee had spotted him, but with his book as a guard he though his continued glances would go unnoticed.

‘Clearly my feet are continuing to distract you Alex!’ He looked up to see Aimee staring right at him. ‘Why don’t you have a closer look?’

Alex looked at her puzzled. ‘Sorry?’

‘Don't apologise, just have a closer look. Kneel on the floor, you’ll be much closer!’

He didn’t know what to do, he wanted to have a closer look, but was nervous what would happen if he did.

‘Stop thinking and just get on your knees near my feet!’ This time Aimee’s voice was much harsher, she wasn’t asking him if he wanted to get closer, he was telling him to get closer. Alex instinctively got off his seat and knelt in front of the table, moving close to Aimee’s feet. As he did he could see they were perfect, not a blemish on them, soft smooth soles, beautifully shaped toes. They were small, he guessed a size 4, he was completely lost in them.

‘Is that a better view?’ Aimee asked. He didn’t say a word, just continued to stare at her feet and nodded. ‘Good, but I don’t think you are close enough though, move the table.’ Aimee stood up, breaking his stare. ‘Move it over there!’

Alex hesitated.

‘Move the table, or leave the room, your choice!’

Alex looked up at her, she looked stern. He stood up and moved the small table to the side of the room. Aimee sat back down as he did.

‘Good, now get back on your knees in front of me!’ Aimee contined with a stern voice.

Alex didn’t have a clue what was going on, but he wasn’t going to argue. He knelt in front of Aimee, and stared down at her feet which were now on the floor. Her dark purple nail varnish contrasted against her fair skin so nicely, he could feel his cock growing in his pants. Suddenly Aimee lifted her feet, putting her soles inches from his face. He wanted to feel them against him, he wanted to bury his face in her soles.

‘Now, how do they smell?’ she asked.

Alex leaned in, his nose centimetres from her feet, and sniffed. There was a light smell of coconut, as though Aimee’s feet had been recently moisturised. It was heaven. He sniffed again, this time a bit braver, a more audible sniff. His cocked twitched in his pants, starting to push against his jeans. Suddenly Aimee pushed her soles onto his face. He was in heaven, they were so soft and they smelt so good.

‘Get right in there and smell them. Nothing else, just smell them. This is what happens when you stare at my feet and you love it don’t you?’ Aimee said whilst she wiggled her toes against his forehead. ‘You wanted to do this the second you spotted my bare feet didn’t you, you are probably starting to get hard with my feet pressed against your face aren’t you, footboy?’

Alex was completely lost in her feet. He had only ever massaged feet before, never had he got any further, and here he was on his knees with the most beautiful pair of feet he had ever seen pushed against his face as he inhaled. Suddenly Aimee removed her feet;

‘I asked you a question footboy, are you getting hard?’

He looked up to her face and as he did felt a foot find his cock. Aimee pushed down against his jeans.

‘There is my answer, you are. Bet you would love to take that cock out and wank whilst smelling my feet wouldn’t you, right here where anyone could walk in?’

Alex nodded, he wanted to touch his cock so badly.

‘Well that is not going to happen, you don’t get to touch that, you were perving on me, you will just do what I want, do you understand?’

Alex just nodded again, he would have done anything, anything if it meant getting more of her feet.

‘I have a lecture to go to in 10mins, so this is what is going to happen. You are going to be my foot stool, lie on the floor in front of me.’

Alex did what he was told, placing his head near her feet. As soon as he had Aimee placed her soles back on his face.

‘You will stay there for 10mins, you may smell my feet as much as you want, but nothing more. If someone walks in you will remain there and I will tell them its your punishment for staring at me!’

He didn’t care if someone walked in, he had a pair of sexy feet on his face and he just wanted to make the most of it.

10minutes went by very quick. Aimee stood up and started to gather her things from the radiator, putting on her shoes and coat.

‘This is what is going to happen. I am going to my lecture, then I am going to see some friends and head out for some food, but I am not done with you. You will come to my halls later, 9pm. Derby Halls, room 15. You got that footboy?’ Aimee instructed.

Alex didn’t know how to respond, he wasn’t sure it was real. He look at her and nodded.

‘Good, you better not be late. If you are, or if you don’t show up, I’ll post this picture!’

Aimee showed Alex her phone, or more precisely a series of pictures of him smelling her feet. He had been so lost in them he hadn’t noticed she was taking photos.

‘Here, have these’, said Aimee as she threw her still damp socks at him. She started to make her way out of the common room, turning round as she got to the door, ‘don’t you dare touch your cock before you get to mine, you don’t get to do that!’ With that she left.

Alex look down at the socks, he thought about running straight to the toilets and wanking into the socks thinking about what just happened, how could he last till 9pm, it was hours away. He decided to do what Aimee said and try not to touch his throbbing cock. He needed a breather, collected his things and headed outside for some fresh air.

The rain had stopped so he went for a walk round campus, killing time before his own lecture, thinking about what he would do until 9pm and also what would happen at 9pm. It was a long wait, he wasn’t sure how he would cope, the anticipation building up already. His lecture passed him by with nothing going in, he was a little distracted. Afterwards, he got an invite back to a friends house just off campus after so went round for some food and to watch some tv. It was just what he needed to take his mind of things, and the time passed quite quickly. It hit 8.30 and he suddenly realised he need to leave, he thanked his friend, told him he would see him tomorrow, and headed back to campus. The walk to Derby Hall got his mind racing again, what was he doing, what was going to happen, should he just go to his car and drive home? He thought not, he wanted Aimee’s feet. He wanted them on his face, he wanted them in his mouth, he wanted to taste them. He found room 15, he looked at his watch, it was 8.55. He knocked on the door....no answer. Maybe she wasn’t back yet, he tried again.....this time the door opened and Aimee’s smiling face appeared around it.

‘Hi footboy, come on in.’

Alex entered the room, it was a small room with a bed, desk, tv and an en suite bathroom. Aimee looked amazing, she was wearing pyjamas, a turquoise vest top and matching short shorts. Her legs were as smooth as her soles, and her chest was barely contained by the vest top.

‘Close the door and strip, you won't need your clothes!’ Alex looked at her in shock.

‘Well get on with it’, she continued.

‘I......erm.....naked?’ Alex stammered, his heart racing once again.

‘Yes, naked. I want you naked. If you take your clothes off, and do exactly what I say, then maybe you will get to touch your cock whilst you are staring at my feet.
You’d like that wouldn’t you?’

‘Very much’ Alex replied.

‘Good, now strip!’ This time it was a stronger command.

Alex closed the door and stripped. He was very conscious of his body. He wasn’t very athletic and his cock had grown erect the second he walked in and saw Aimee. As he removed his boxers he covered his manhood with his hands, slightly embarrassed by the fact he was already hard. He turned towards Aimee, who was sat on the bed, her bare soles facing him once again.

‘Get on your knees and put your hands behind your back’, Aimee commanded.

Alex dropped to his knees, deciding to just go with it. Aimee grabbed her phone and took a picture of him knelt down and naked, cock twitching.

‘Hard already, I like it. Now, if you please me that photo will go no further, except maybe a couple of my friends you I am sure would like to see it. Smell my feet!’

He didn’t need to be asked twice, he shuffled forward and inhaled deeply. The coconut smell wasn’t as strong as before, the natural smell of her feet coming through, and it was amazing. His cock twitched with every sniff. Aimees purple painted toes wiggled on his forehead, it drove him wild.

‘Kiss my toes then move down my soles!’ she commanded.

He started with her little toe, and gently kissed each one in turn before slowly moving down each sole, planting small kisses down each. When he got to the heel on her second foot Aimee pulled away. She stretched over to her bedside drawers and took out a vibrator.

‘Footboy, you are now going to worship my feet whilst I cum. I am going to play with my friend here whilst you suck and lick every inch of my feet. If you do a good job we will play a game afterwards, a game that will let you touch that throbbing cock of yours. Off you go...’

Aimee placed the vibrator between her legs and Alex went back to her feet. He placed his tongue on her heel and ran it all the way up to her toes and then swirled it between all over her toes, snaking between them all in a figure of eight. As he got to the big toe he pressed his lips over it and took it into his mouth. It was the first time he had had a toe in his mouth and it was amazing. He took each toe in turn, sucking them feverishly. His cock was harder than it had ever been, and he was starting to drip precum. He repeated the pattern on the other foot, savoring every second his tongue was against the perfect soles, and every second that the toes were in in mouth. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but he could tell Aimee was enjoying herself, and getting close. Her breathing had deepened and she was moaning. As he licked across both soles Aimee had a powerful orgasm, her toes curling against his face. The combination was almost too much for him, despite not having touched himself. Aimee didn’t stop, she kept on going, so Alex knew he had to do the same. He continued to worship every inch of her feet. He licked and licked, he kissed everywhere, he sucked every toe, and every combination of toes he could. The outside world didn’t exist, it was all about the feet. As her feet got wetter with salvia, Aimee built up to another toe-curling orgasm.

‘Good work footboy, that was fun’ Aimee said, breathlessly, as she moved her feet away. ‘You did well, how is that cock of yours?’ She looked down and saw precum dripping to the floor. ‘Oh look at that, you were certainly enjoying yourself. Do you want to touch it, do you want to feel my feet against it. Do you want me to grip you between my toes and pump until you shoot all over them?’

‘More than anything’ Alex whispered, his mind picturing the scene.

‘I thought you might say that. Well, lets play a game. A wanking game, and if you win I will give you the most intense footjob of your life and you will get to shoot that load all over my purple toes. Does that sound good?’

‘Yes!!’ Alex ascerted.

‘Yes what?’

‘Yes Aimee.’

‘I don’t think that is right it is, I think you should call me mistress, don’t you?’ Aimee said with a wry smile.

Alex was slightly taken aback at first, but then when the words came from his mouth it sounded right; ‘Yes mistress!’

‘Thats better. Do you still have my socks from earlier?’

Alex did, they were in his coat pocket. He didn’t say anything, he just reached over to his coat and took the white ankle socks out of the pocket, placing them on the floor in front of him.

‘Good, now here is the game. You are going to put those over your cock and you are going to start stroking. You are going to stroke your cock with my socks whilst staring at my feet, and you are going to get faster and faster. In fact, you cannot slow down, or stop. If you slow down or stop you lose. If you lose, then you take your hand off, you get dressed, and you leave. I will be the judge of if you have slowed down.’

‘How do I win?’ Alex asked, confidently.

‘How do you win? Well that’s easy, you win if you can last for 5minutes without cumming.’

Alex looked at her nervously, there was no way he was going to be able to last 5minutes of constant stroking, he was already at the edge. ‘What happens if I cum?’

‘If you cum, you lose. You will have blown your load into my sock, and you won't get to feel my talented toes slide up and down your shaft.’

Alex knew he wouldn’t make it, but he was going to try his hardest to last. He picked up the socks and slid them over his length, he wanted her toes so badly, but knew he had to work for them.

‘Eager, I like it. You look ready, grab your cock and..............GO!’

Alex looked at Aimees soles once again and started to slowly stroke his cock. He figured if he started slow he might have a chance to last, but his mistress had other ideas;

‘What the fuck is that footboy’, her tone noticeably harsher, ‘you think you can go that slow to increase your chances. That’s not how this works. Wank that cock hard, pump it faster, or you don’t get to look at my feet whilst you do. Get that hand working harder than it ever as you look at my soft size 4s. The smooth pale skin, imagine what it would feel like pushed against your cock, imagine the sensation of these feet gripping your shaft, of the toes wiggling against your throbbing head as it drips precum all over them. Imagine the pure pleasure of being able to shoot your hot cum all over them, to see it dripping between my toes!’

Her words and the sight of her feet was too much, Alex knew he was going to lose, and it wasn’t going to be long.

‘Mistress I am going to cum, how long left, how long left???’

‘You are going to cum, its too much for you? Oh dear.....you have 4minutes left!’

4minutes......no chance. Alex couldn’t last 4 more seconds, let alone 4 minutes. Aimee started to wiggle her toes and that was it, his cum flew out at such a force, soaking the socks and giving him both a sense of relief and disappointment all at the same time.

‘Awwww, you lost, no footjob for you. Ah well, get dressed and off you go.’

Alex started to remove the sock.

‘No no no, you keep those on footboy. You keep those cum soaked socks on your dick whilst you go home!’

He didn’t need to be told twice, he held the sock in place as he got dressed. He knew not to say anything, he just did as he was told. Maybe if he followed her orders to the word he may get another chance for a footjob. As he got dressed he heard a phone ping, he looked across to Aimee, who looked back with a smile on her face.

‘Good news footboy, Rose liked the photo, she wants to meet you.’ Her tone had changed, much sweeter, friendly.

He was in shock, she had sent one of the photos to someone. It was both concerning and exciting all at the same time. He didn’t know what to say, or if he should say anything, so he just froze, looking right at his new mistress.

‘Be in the spot we met at 5pm tomorrow. Rose will have finished her lectures; you can meet her. You will like her, she has great feet, very small. They taste amazing too’, Aimee winked as she said that.

‘I....wow.....ok. I will see you there!’

‘Yes you will footboy, lets see if you can please her as you have me.’ With that, Aimee got up, kissed him on the cheek and opened the door. ‘See you tomorrow!’

Alex left the room and started walking to the car. This was one Tuesday he would never forget, and the day his life changed.

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