[A girl with a foot fetish]

The girl with a foot fetish:
Her name is Xiaona, and she's from Xi'an. We met when we were in school; we lived in the same
dorm. Even now, I'm not sure if she sparked my foot fetish. I was the class monitor,
the dorm leader, a student council member, and the president of the dance association. She was a local from Xi'an, so she sometimes
seemed arrogant. She was fair-skinned and quite pretty, but she rarely paid attention to the boys in our class
, and she didn't interact much with the girls either. She seemed very cocky. Because I was the class monitor,
although she didn't talk much to anyone in class, she was a completely different person back in the dorm. She was always like my shadow. We
often went to get meals together and went to study together. And every time, she would save me a seat. Every morning
, I was woken up by her special way: tickling the soles of my feet. At first,
she was quick, but later she became very slow. Sometimes, everyone else had already left before she woke me up.
It was during one of her calls that I discovered her foot fetish.
That morning, because I had stayed up late, I slept very soundly, but when it was time to wake up, I
slowly woke up on my own, just waiting for her to wake me up—I was used to it. I felt a cool
sensation on my toes, and the soles of my feet weren't like usual. I secretly lifted my head and saw that she was licking my feet.
Afraid that she would be embarrassed if she found out I was awake, I pretended to be asleep. After a while, I felt that she stopped licking
. I knew she had completely cleaned my feet. I hadn't washed my feet for several days, and now I
didn't have to. I was both amused and confused. How could she do such a thing? I got up and saw that she was still
under the bed, her head buried in my shoes—the sneakers I had worn for dancing yesterday afternoon, which she had bought for me.
She was licking the insole of my shoe with her tongue, and she seemed very excited and absorbed in it. I was
bewildered by her behavior, but I also became excited. I deliberately rolled over loudly and then
sat up. She was already standing up. I looked at her and pretended to complain about why she hadn't woken me up sooner. Then I
put on my socks, but couldn't find them. She said she had washed them for me. Yesterday, when she saw me asleep, she asked if I had washed my
feet too. Her face turned a little red, and she nodded. I laughed and said, "From now on, you can just
wash my feet every day." She actually said, "If you want, I'll wash them for you."
I smiled. Well, there was nothing I could do then. I put on my sneakers barefoot and said, "You
cleaned my shoes for me too? You're so considerate!" She said, "You're so good to me, I'm happy to do
small things for you." I patted her head, not exposing her true feelings. I figured she probably just admired me.
I'm quite influential in the class and department, and I'd often
seen the way she looked at me in other students' eyes, so I hadn't paid much attention. Besides, she was good to me, and she admired me. I didn't
need to expose her; otherwise, she might not be able to accept it, and something bad might happen.
That evening, we were on the playground. She told me a lot—about her childhood, her past failed relationships
, and her family. She seemed very lonely, and her words revealed her trust and admiration for me.
We walked and talked, time passing silently. Eventually, we talked until the dormitory
doors closed. Later, we went to see a movie all night, and it was there that she confessed
everything about me.
It turned out she had noticed me long ago. She had even used her father's connections to get me a dormitory room, and
we even shared a bunk bed. Almost every night, she would "clean" my shoes, carefully licking them clean,
and she would often smell my socks repeatedly. I, on the other hand, was rather lazy and often didn't wash my feet for days.
My feet used to be very smelly, but every time she bought socks, she would buy two pairs and give me one as a free gift, saying it was just a convenience, so I
accepted. However, almost every time she washed her feet, she would wash my socks. I wondered why my feet
didn't smell as bad as before. So, it turns out she often secretly licked my feet at night; now I understand. She
told me this almost with tears in her eyes, and she was practically kneeling in front of me the whole time. I couldn't help but accept her,
because she liked my feet and everything I wore because she liked me.
She was actually very clean, but she often smelled and licked my worn shoes, my socks, and my
worn underwear (which I always left under the bed and washed together with the bed on weekends; I never imagined it
would be convenient for her).
Looking into her pleading eyes, I told her I wasn't a lesbian (at the time, I didn't believe I was)
and I wouldn't tell anyone about her, but please don't do this again. She climbed onto my lap and cried
. I stroked her head, comforting her. She begged me to let her have my permission here,
to let her properly serve my feet. This time, looking at her tear-streaked face, I couldn't refuse
. I was also looking forward to her serving me because I knew I was excited, inexplicably excited,
extremely excited. So, I stepped on her head, on her tongue, on her
tear-streaked face…
In another… By chance, I met her. She was an idol to many because she was
so beautiful and outstanding, making her my rival. She was an arts student, so her figure was
beautiful and very stylish. We often met at dances, and we were the two best dancers on the dance floor.
We had both studied ballroom dancing and met each other in the class. She was of average height but had a great figure.
We often secretly competed with each other. In the school-wide ballroom dance competition, because of her partner's mistake, she fell behind me
, and I naturally won first place. So, without realizing it, I felt guilty towards her.
I don't know why, even though I also won the honor through my own efforts. But after the ballroom dance competition, I
paid special attention to her. Although we were still very popular with boys, and many boys pursued us,
I didn't have a particular crush on anyone, and besides, Na was still by my side. She frequently changes girlfriends, and she's
also very wealthy. I heard her father is a high-ranking official in Xi'an, which further enhances her personal charm.
Many people pursued her and surrounded her, and of course, I also had my own admirers. I don't know if she
noticed me, but I was always keeping a close eye on her.
Her name was Juan, and she was in the same year as me. Although she studied arts, she was very good at computers. She was
a local from Xi'an, and her family was very wealthy, which was evident from her attire. She often wore Nike and Adidas shoes
, and her socks were also designer brands. Because we were in the dance association, we had opportunities to meet and
get to know each other, since I was the president. She was very arrogant and often contradicted my opinions. To protect
my dignity, conflicts frequently occurred. Because of her arrogance, she wasn't very popular. However
, I had to bow down to her. The reason was simple: the place I worked at was in
a department under her father's jurisdiction. I met her when I was delivering reports to her father.
Her family lived in the Ziwei Garden in the High-tech Development Zone, where villas were built specifically for high-ranking officials. When I arrived
, my family led me to the living room, where I met her, whom I called "Miss." I stared
at her in astonishment. She seemed to already know me, her expression calm. She had her family bring me snacks and drinks, which I
accepted without hesitation. It was there that I first saw her feet—feet that made my heart flutter.
Usually, I only saw her beautiful shoes and pure white socks; now I saw her
bare feet, completely exposed. Her toes were long and shapely, without any leg hair. Most striking were her
beautifully manicured toenails, clearly done by a professional pedicurist. Her feet were clean, with no calluses on her heels, smooth and soft.
Her toes were white, her heels and soles a pale yellow, and her arches were prominent, emphasizing the length and strength of her feet
. Her toes were neatly arranged, and the color... She looked incredibly healthy, wearing flip-flops
with light blue and light yellow patterned soles and ivory-white straps. Her left flip-
flop, with its big toe and second toe lightly dangling in the air, seemed to beckon me. I was immediately
drawn to her feet. Having already experienced what Na did, I was already quite attentive to feet. But while
I'd seen many feet in the bathhouse, I'd never seen such exquisite feet before, and it was the first
time I'd felt the urge to crawl over and lick them. Sometimes I'd lick Na's feet, but that was only because we were so close
, and I was "repaying" her for her attentive care. Never before had I felt
this way—the urge to lick a girl's feet, the feet of someone I usually "hated."
From that moment on, I knew I was on the path to a lifelong foot fetish.
Because of Na's request, I moved out of school and into Na's house. Of course, I shared a
room with Na. Her parents were very kind to me; they knew Na and I were best friends, so they treated me
like their goddaughter. Na was even kinder to me, always taking great care of my feet. She
would lick them first before taking a bath. We were used to each other, and I loved Na very much. She even bought me special
foot care products, applying oil to my feet every time. We often slept in the same bed,
falling asleep holding each other's feet. For a long time, we were like lovers,
living a very happy and fulfilling life. However, this happy period changed with the arrival of Juan. Things changed. I wanted to
see Juan more and more. I hoped to run into her every day, to hear her voice every day, and to
see her sexy feet every day. I found her more and more beautiful, and I felt more and more insignificant. I wanted to become
her appendage, whatever it took, as long as I was by her side. And I discovered that I had even come to like
the smell of her sweat. Because I wanted to see her, I choreographed a modern dance. Of course, she and I were the main characters. To
let her play the role, I played the villain. Every time rehearsal ended, we had to change clothes and take a shower. Every time,
I would pretend to pack my things and go to change clothes a little later, so I could smell the fragrance of her feet, shoes, body
, and even her vagina. I was obsessed with her. Every time, I felt an unbearable urge, and 　　the thrill was amplified
by a thieving mentality . Seeing her body only intensified my desire. Although I have a 　　good figure, she was an arts student, so her figure was top-notch. We often joked that her 　　figure could compete in a beauty pageant, and I would take the opportunity to grope her (hehe). Because of my focus on Juan, I didn't 　　neglect Na. On the contrary, I became sexually interested in Na. Before, I would let Na serve my feet, but now 　　... But I devoted even more to Na because I always fantasized that Juan was in front of me. So, I became 　　a crazed foot-licker. Every time, in my illusion of Juan, I would lick Na's feet. Na was excited, grateful, 　　and surprised, and she always reciprocated with great effort. However, I knew that my feelings for Na were only goodwill 　　, not the depth of my feelings for Juan. Sometimes I felt guilty, feeling sorry for Na. But every time I saw 　　Na at my feet, serving me with such satisfaction and tenderness, I understood Na. Because I was 　　also in a very difficult situation... I was deeply in love with someone, so I felt that Na was already very happy, at least she was content 　　. Therefore, I accepted Na's feelings; at least we were good friends, at least I was an important 　　part of her life. And I, too, had gotten used to her pampering, used to having my toes sucked while I slept. But I also 　　grew increasingly envious of Na. When would I be able to suck Juan's toes? Even if it was just letting her step on me, letting me touch 　　her beautiful feet, I would be content… 　　Finally, I planned an opportunity to get close to Juan's feet. I arranged… One scene 　　depicted Juan pushing me to the ground, then stepping on my chest (she wanted her to step on my face, 　　but refused, thinking it was too much). She then recited a line to me, which I deliberately made convoluted 　　and lengthy, so she would repeatedly step on my chest and make mistakes. This allowed me 　　to hold her delicate feet for an extended period, with my mouth right in front of her feet. I could even smell 　　the leather of her Nike shoes and see her white socks up close, for a very long time.

Looking up at her, seeing her towering over me, with my hands pinned beneath her feet, felt incredibly satisfying.
We rehearsed for several days, but it still wasn't good enough. She was very dedicated because she knew I valued her highly;
everyone was eagerly anticipating this modern dance performance. So, she offered to work overtime at her home that
evening. I was overjoyed! I knew my chance had come. She even invited me to her house for dinner, which
I readily accepted, because I was so happy. Heaven rewards the diligent! So ,
I immediately called Na, telling her I might be home late, and then I went with Juan... I'm going to her house. I don't
know what will happen there, but I know my chance has come—my
chance to get close to Juan's little feet. I won't let it slip by…
I'm not very familiar with Juan's house, but after Juan's father found out I was Juan's classmate, he took
good care of me. So, my part-time job became much easier, and I was very grateful to Juan. But I
rarely go to her house; I've only been a few times, and only once, when I saw Juan's beautiful feet
. Today, not only will I be able to go, but I'll also be alone with Juan. What an exciting day
!
Juan and I rode our bicycles to her house. We didn't talk much along the way. I
rode behind her the whole time so I could see everything about her: her riding posture, her small feet, her graceful
back, and her round bottom. I knew she insisted on riding her bicycle. She could have ridden in her father's car,
but she didn't. At first, I thought she was afraid people would say she was showing off, but now I know she was also
trying to maintain her figure. Besides, her 12-speed air-cushioned mountain bike looked very stylish and
high-class. I, on the other hand, was riding a beat-up bicycle. I felt Juan's strength and my
insignificance more and more. I knew Juan had already overwhelmed me with her presence.
After riding for almost an hour, we finally arrived at her house. No one was home; they were probably out
socializing. Her family had prepared the meal. At her house, you're expected to change into slippers, so I took mine off. However,
I hadn't washed my feet for several days and felt a little embarrassed. But Juan said it was okay, that my feet smelled too, and
that I shouldn't be disgusted, as she was going to step on them later. I knew Juan was trying to comfort me, but her words
inexplicably excited me. The thought of Juan stepping on my feet made my mind race. I still took off my shoes.
They weren't very smelly; Na had washed my socks yesterday, and although they were quite white, Juan's socks were snow-white.
I knew Juan had once again crushed my pride; my self-esteem was slowly being eroded and defeated by her.
After we finished eating, Juan said, "Come on, let's go to my room."
"Okay!" I said. Juan's room was very big, with a computer, a double bed, a carpet, a bookcase, a sofa, and
walls covered with pictures of female celebrities. When we got to the room, I was first surprised, then envious. No wonder Juan was so domineering; her
life was just too good...
"Alright, let's begin!"
"Okay!"
After saying that, I couldn't wait to lie down at Juan's feet, waiting for her feet to step on me. But
Juan didn't. Instead, she plopped down on the sofa, looking at me with a smile. "What's the rush?
Let's go over the lines first. Get up."
"How can that be? We need to have a real effect, we need to get into character," I said anxiously.
Although I was looking up at Juan, I vaguely saw a hint of wickedness in her eyes.
"I haven't washed my feet yet, hehe, I'll smell them on you soon. Wait a minute, I'll go take a shower, then we
'll start practicing," she teased, waving her bare feet in front of me as she spoke. Her
eyes flickered in and out of sight of her bare feet, seemingly teasing me, or perhaps genuinely embarrassed. I
was already getting excited. I could faintly smell the fragrance of her feet, and the slightly damp, warm
socks were so alluring. My mind went blank; I wanted to pull her closer and take a deep breath.
"No way, let's start already. Why are you so busy today? I'm leaving if we don't practice," I said, pretending
to be nonchalant.
“Alright, since you don’t mind, I’ll begin,”
she said, stepping her bare feet onto my chest, almost touching them with my mouth. If I stuck out my
tongue, I think I could even lick her toes. This time, I truly smelled the fragrance of her feet, and I
was completely excited…
She was so tall and beautiful in front of me. My hands couldn’t help but start
rubbing her small feet back and forth, and my genitals began to wet. I saw her lift her foot. I
grabbed it tightly. “Juan, please, I want to lick your feet, is that okay?” I couldn’t control myself anymore;
my emotions burst forth instantly, and I didn’t care about anything else. I looked at Juan with humble and pleading eyes.
“What’s wrong with you? There’s no such line in the script!”
Instantly, I returned to reality. Shame and inferiority spread through my mind. I didn’t know what to do,
and I didn’t dare to look Juan in the eye. I just felt Juan take her foot back, and she sat on the sofa. I
lay on the floor, not knowing what to do.
“Come here,” Juan spoke to me. After a long silence, Juan broke the stillness.
“When did you start liking me, and how much do you like me?” Juan asked slowly. I stood up and stood in
front of Juan. “About half a year ago. I like you very much and am willing to do anything for you. As long as
you like me, I’ll do it all willingly,”
I said shyly, and slowly stole glances at Juan. “Really?”
“Really,” I said, and knelt down in front of Juan. Juan raised her left leg, just above
my face, and swung it back and forth, rubbing it against my face. “No!” She deliberately made things difficult for me, deliberately
teasing me. I became even more excited. Her foot was in front of me, and I inhaled the scent of her feet. My
vagina was already almost wet. I had no choice but to beg for her favor. I slowly
approached her soles, gently blowing hot air onto the soles of Juan’s feet, and began to rub my nose against her soles.
The smell of her feet was strong, yet incredibly fragrant. I inhaled the scent of her feet, which I had longed for day and night, with
utmost care as I tended to Juan's feet. Slowly, Juan began to rub her feet against my face. I carefully used
my mouth to remove Juan's socks, revealing her beautiful feet to me. I began to wash her feet with my tongue. Although Juan didn't
agree, she didn't stop me either. I knew my dream of beautiful feet had begun; my dream was finally coming
true. These were Juan's feet, which I had longed for day and night. I focused intently and thoroughly enjoyed serving Juan, licking
every inch of her skin, cleaning away the dirt. I noticed a change in Juan's breathing; I knew
she was excited too. I knew she had accepted me, and I knew she was satisfied with my service. But
I didn't know that this was actually a trap…

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