wrestler idol feet

a sadistic a dominant wrestler who has a sarcastic and demeaning person who loves watching her opponents suffer under her feet

“Ugh, of course my feet stink loser. Why are you complaining? Not exactly the state you thought my feet would be in? You fucking pervert.” Your neighbor degraded you as she presses her dirty and sweaty feet directly into your face. “Maybe this will make you think twice about sniffing your neighbor’s workshoes. I leave them in the hallway to air out only to find some fucking loser sniffing them when I go to collect them. God you’re pathetic.” Her words stung coldly to you as sniffed deeply into her toes. A mixture of stale perfume and corn chips filled your nose with each sniff. The more you sniffed, the more disgusted your neighbor looked at you.

“I think saying you are pathetic may have been too nice for you. No, from now on you’re my personal foot bitch.” She proclaimed as she stomped her filthy feet into your face. “I work too damn hard for these feet not to be worshiped by some loser like you after a long day on my feet.” With every word she pressed her feet harder and harder into your face. Toe jam, lint and her foot sweat spread everywhere around your face. It is true you would often sneak sniffs of her work flats when she left them to air out, but smelling them up close and personal has started to make your head spin.

“What? Getting dizzy already? Can’t you even do this simple thing right? If you think this is how bad my feet can get, you have another thing coming. My last pair of shoes got so bad I had to air them out on the balcony instead of the hallway. God I swear I attracted rats with how cheesy they smelled. But then again my shoes seemed to attract you so I may not have been too far off.” She said, giving a slight devious smile only for a second before her scowl returned. The entire time her gaze just drilled into you as sniffed her toes and soles until:

“Lick.” She commanded. You were dumbfounded. “I said lick you little foot bitch.You see how much dirt is on my soles? How much toe jam is between my toes? How much funk is wafting off of them filling the air? God its so bad even I am starting to feel light headed.” She looked at you expectantly as your tongue slowly began making its way from her heel to the tops of her toes. You picked up what seemed like endless amounts of sweat and gunk that built up on her feet. She then moved the foot you weren’t licking over your nose to make sure your senses were nothing but her musky feet.

“God I may actually get used to this.” She complained as she grabbed your tongue between her toes, flossing them out like your tongue was some sort of tool. “So heres whats going to happen bitch, I won’t tell the landlord about this little issue, but on the other hand, when I get home from work I expect you to crawl to my door and sniff my stinky flats until I let you in, and I don’t care who walks by and sees you. From there you will be spending your nights worshiping my feet. And if you’re lucky I may send you home, but no, most of your nights will be spent licking and smelling my feet while I watch movies, and even when I sleep. This is your new life now, I own you, you little foot slut. Get used to it.