Nerd at Uni, Queen at Home – Refresh my Feet with your Tongue – Lady Lina
I just got home. Six hours of university. From one lecture hall to the next, stairs, hallways, then the packed bus. My sneakers are steaming. The feet inside them are hot and heavy. I can still feel every step.
At uni I am the nerd. Glasses, notes, always in the back row. Nobody really looks at me. Here at home I am someone else. Here I am the queen. Here my devilish side comes out.
My foot slave is already waiting. He is lying ready, exactly where he belongs.
I take the sneakers off myself. Slowly. He is only allowed to watch. The soles are dirty from campus and the sidewalk. The socks underneath are warm and damp. Six hours of sweat. I take the socks off myself too. I hold them out to him, just briefly. He is allowed to lick them. The fabric, the sole, the edge. Briefly. Nothing more.
Then he gets my bare feet.
They are sweating. They smell. Between the toes it is sticky. That is his place.
He licks them clean. From the heel to the tips of the toes. Every drop. Then he refreshes them with his tongue. Cold licking where it is hot. He massages the soles. Firm. In circles. Between the toes. Across the instep. Until the heat fades and only his tongue is left.
He does not stop until I say so.
At uni I am invisible.
Here he belongs under my feet.
And that is how it stays.
