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Timmy
by MHFeet

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“Hey sweetie,” Timmy said at the door. He just got home from work, six o’clock, as he always does.

“What’s for dinner?” He asked right away. God, we have become such a married couple. Tim and I were dating for seven years, and we’ve been saying that we’re married since two years ago. He’s turning twenty six in September, and I’m turning twenty four in August, just a month away.

“I made some pasta,” I said. “Go change, I’ll put out dinner,”

He kissed me and walked up the stairs. The moment that I laid eyes on Timmy I fell in love with him. He’s tall, brown hair, blue eyes and the nicest man you will ever meet. He’s everything that I hoped to ever have. I was only seventeen when we met, but love still was able to hit me like a ton of bricks.

Tim came downstairs in sweatpants and slippers.

“Dinner’s ready, I need to use the bathroom, so I’ll be right down,”

Tim said okay as I ran up the stairs. I really didn’t have to use the bathroom; I was just doing what I always do. Okay, here’s the problem. I have a major foot fetish that Tim doesn’t know about. I don’t know why I’m afraid to tell him. We still have sex, it’s still absolutely phenomenal, but I still dream and fantasize about his feet being in my face.

I picked up his dirty dress socks from our laundry hamper and placed them right under my nostrils. I took a deep breath in and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. A wonderful smell from a wonderful man. I took both socks and rolled them up and slipped them back into the drawer for him to wear tomorrow and for me to inhale afterwards.

The next morning, Friday, I woke up late and missed Tim going to work. He’s one of those workers stuck in the confines of his cubicle, but I keep promising to get him out. I’m an aspiring screenwriter that doubles as an English teacher, but since it was summer, I had no work.

I love writing about my fantasies with Tim’s gorgeous size fourteen feet. They get me hard every time, sometimes I pull out some of his old, worn socks or shoes and sniff them while masturbating. If only he knew.

I went out later that day, hoping to find inspiration in the outside world. I walked past dozens of streets and buildings only to find my head without thoughts of any money making movies and only filled with the wonderful toes and soles of my husband.

I got dinner for us and then went home at about six; I hoped to catch Tim opening the door. He wasn’t though. I put my keys down and then put the dinner on the table.

I walked in the den to watch TV and was startled by Tim sitting on the couch with a brown shopping bag to the side of him.

“Oh, hey. Shit, you scared me,” I said.

“Hey Mitch. Got home early from work today. You were out for a very, very long time,”

“How do you know?”

“I came home, went out again and then came back home without you even coming back,”

“Why’d you go out again?”

“Did a little shopping,” he tapped the bag and smiled. He was the most beautiful man that I’ve ever seen.

“What’s in the bag?”

“You’ll see,” his eyes were locked on mine. They were sexy as hell. Almost as sexy as size fourteens.

“Alright then,” I started, “I got dinner, let’s eat. Take your shoes off, I don’t need your dress shoes dirtying up my carpet,”

I started to walk to the kitchen but stopped dead in my trail when he and said, “Wouldn’t you like to see my big, stinky feet,”

“What?” I said. Just hearing him say that made my dick harden.

“Nice boner. I would love to see it between my huge, sweaty soles,”

I got harder and harder. “Tim, what are you talking about?” I started to play with the bottom of my shirt, a habit I have whenever I’m nervous.

“Maybe you should rub my smelly, hardworking feet and not your shirt,”

Oh shit. This was weird. A very, very hot weird. I didn’t know what to do. I could either fake it, or tell him the truth. Oh, what to do, what to do?!

“Why don’t I just make things easier for you?” he said. “Are you hungry?”

“N-Not really,” I stuttered, my voice barely coming out of my mouth. He walked toward me with the bag. He clamped it shut so I couldn’t see what was in it.

“Good, because we have one hell of a night ahead of us,” he said. Behind his back, he took out a sock from the bag. “Open up, bitch,” he said. I obeyed his command. He stuffed the dirty dress sock in my mouth. Then he placed a piece of duct tape over my mouth. All I could taste was the sweet, sweet sweat dripping from his worn sock. It was amazing.

“Down,” he commanded. I looked in his deep blue eyes as his devilish good looks once again made me fall in love. Being controlled, sexually, by the man that you love with all your heart was the hottest thing that I could possibly imagine.

I got down on my knees and he turned around with his mysterious brown paper bag. Behind me I looked and he took out rope and tied my hands behind my back. Still behind me, he put his chin on my shoulder. “You left your writings open, honey. You should have just told me,” So that’s how he knew. I was really, really happy that I was stupid in that moment and didn’t turn off the computer.

Then, he took out a collar from the bag and strapped it around my neck. He attached a leash to it and kept the other end in his hand. “Just to make sure you give me the proper respect,”

He walked back over to the sofa and pulled on my leash. I crawled behind him. Tim propped his feet up on my shoulders, just like what I wrote earlier today. He slipped off one of his shoes and revealed his dark, sexy dress sock. I didn’t even have time to think as he just placed it on my face.

Soon after, he moved it down so that right above my nose was the long part of his toes. The fragrance was simply amazing. His manly sweat mixed with the smell from his shoe was great. “Smell good?” he asked. I nodded. “Good. I didn’t even realize that I’ve been wearing the same socks for almost a week now. Lucky you gets to breathe them in, nice and deep,”

When he decided that his socked foot was in my face long enough, he took off his other shoe and revealed his beautiful barefoot. The sock that was on that one was in my mouth.

Tim leaned forward and took the tape off my mouth. I spit the sock out behind me. He then started to unbutton my shirt and unzip my pants. I found myself naked under his hot, sexy feet.

“Down,” he said. Just like what I wrote earlier, I laid down. Timmy stood up and placed his feet firmly on my chest. I could feel the sweat on the bottom of them. He picked up his right foot and put it on my face. The aroma filled my nose and gave me sensations I never thought possible. My dick was throbbing.

He sat down on my chest now and put both feet on my face at once. “Kiss ‘em,” he said. I kissed every inch of his feet, from the toes to the heel and with each kiss my dick started to get harder and harder.

As I began to lick and suck on them, I felt his hand reach back and grab my erect dick. With extreme languidness, he stoked my dick up and down. I stuck my tongue out as he rubbed his sweaty bare soles on my face.

I was so close to coming before he stopped mid stroke. I continued to suck on his toes and lick the sweat out between them. The taste was amazing. I could be under his feet for hours.

“Here, bitch,” he said, throwing me the sock that wasn’t in my mouth earlier. It landed on my face. I could feel the dampness from the sweat. I started to breath in the smell of it. I felt like I was going to orgasm right there.

Timmy then wrapped his big feet around my hard, erect penis. He started to stroke it quickly. The feeling was amazing, so much better than I could have ever imagined it to be. It took only a couple seconds for me to come everywhere, all over my chest and stomach. It was the greatest orgasm that I’ve ever experience in my life.

“My turn,” he said suddenly. When Tim got undressed, he revealed his beautiful body and erect cock. Stroking it vigorously, his eyes started to close in great pleasure. He stopped stroking right before coming. He moved towards my face and took off his stinky sock and started stroking again, moaning loudly. Tim then came all over my face. He commanded me not to lick any of it around my lips, like I always would. I felt it dripping down my cheeks. Instead, he rubbed his feet once again in my face, collecting as much cum as he could. He stuck his toes back in my mouth and I sucked out every drop of cum between his stinky toes. They tasted delicious. I sucked licked his heels and his soles and his toes for almost an hour after. I could savor the taste forever.

When we were done, he untied my hands and gave me long, passionate kiss. “Was that good?”

“That was absolutely amazing,” I said. We went to bed without dinner.

The next morning, I woke up to a slight poke in my side. I didn’t even know where I was, I was a bit delirious. I tried to rub my eyes with my hands but couldn’t. I couldn’t move them. I looked up and saw them strapped to the bed. I couldn’t kick off my blanket either, my feet were strapped too. Timmy wasn’t next to me, he was standing on the side of the bed.

“Morning, Mitch,” he said.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Well, now it’s my turn for my fetish,” he said. He winked and said, “The safety word is banana,”

“Oh my god, no, don’t-” I said, but before I could finish his hands dug into my sides and I was screaming my head off in laughter. It was impossible to wiggle my way out off these restraints.

“I never told you of my tickling fetish,” he said, moving to my feet. He looked at them, his eyes big and ready to make me squirm.

“Tim! Not the my-” he didn’t let me finish once again when his fingers started to run up and down my soles. His hands dug into the arch of my foot as I screamed out once again, throwing my head back. The arch of my foot was the worst part, he realized my reaction was greater and constantly went back to that spot. I yelled for mercy.

Through gasps for air I was able to say, “Stop, Tim! Stop, Tim, Tim!”

Tim stopped suddenly. I was gasping for air, catching my breath. I was sweating from all my frantic movements. I was able to lift my head and look at him, his ice blue eyes pinning me down. My eyes read to untie me, but his read that he wasn’t done with me yet. His hands returned to my feet again. I tried to squirm out of the restraints but as much effort as I put in, I couldn’t. I pulled at them as much as I could, but they wouldn’t budge at all. I moved my feet from side to side, but Tim’s strong, firm grip made it impossible for me to escape is tortures.

“You look cute when you’re squirming,” he said, walking towards my upper body again. “I know your weak spot, sweetheart,” he said.

That’s when his hands dug into my armpits and I freaked out. The armpits were the worst for me; I could not take one bit of it. I was sweating profusely as my face was turning red. I was gasping for breath as much as I could. “Timmy! Stop! Please! Stop!” I kept screaming. My laughter and screams were filling the room and Tim was enjoying every second of my torture.

“I like your laugh,” he said before climbing on top of me. He dug into both armpits at once, which made my head explode in laughter; it was too much for me. I was begging him to stop every time I had breath to spare, but as much as I was sweating, screaming, laughing, I absolutely loved it too. My dick was erect the whole time. I was giving myself into Tim, giving him the ultimate trust and that was the hottest thing ever.

I noticed the brown shopping bag on the side of the bed. Still there, still mysterious as ever.

“Almost forgot my new toys,” he said. He reached into them and pulled out a feather. Oh, shit.

“I think your toes need to be tickled more,” he said.

“No! Please, stop!”

He giggled. “Don’t think so,” he said, before sticking the feather between my toes. I was once again screaming and laughing. The feather was lightly tickling every inch of my soles as Tim wished. He could do whatever he wanted to me.

After almost forty minutes of tickling my side, feet and armpits, Tim decided that he had his fun. We were both sweating at the end of it. It was wonderful.
“I’m glad our secret fantasies are no longer secrets,” I said, putting my arms around his shoulders.

His arms wrapped around my waist as he said, “I don’t know why we didn’t just tell each other,”

“We could have been doing this for years,”

“But now we have all these years ahead of us. This is gonna be fun,”

“Timmy,” I said. “I love you,”

“I love you too, Mitch,” he said, moving his head down into me. Our lips met and we shared a wonderful, spectacular kiss.