by Mr. Jersey
I wouldn't have joined the local pool if I knew my ex-boyfriend had started there as a lifeguard.
Marcus and I had a brief relationship, we lived kind of far away from each other, but when we did manage to see each other we had awesome sex. He is naturally dominant, even though he has that more effeminate nature that I don't have. He was a sweetie pie at first until he really came to put me in my place, subject me to him as a servant to do chores for him and what not.
He eventually took advantage of my foot fetish and made me kiss his feet every time I finished a chore of his. He was 5'9", slightly taller than me, very white with pitch black hair, the whitest teeth and long, smooth legs that extended out his perfectly shaped 11.5 feet. He used to love wiggling them in my face as he used to make me put his shoes on before we went out. He only let me kiss and massage them, however. Our relationship ended more or less because of the distance, I found out he cheated on me and pulled the plug.
It's been a year and a half since. I was good at avoiding his notice on the stand as I went around the pool. I mostly swam on the other side, doing my routine. The next time I went there I did the same thing again but was interrupted by a whistle from one of the lifeguards. He was looking straight at me, his facial expression didn't move. He wagged his finger at me. I ignored him and kept swimming.
He blew the whistle again and once I looked up he pointed to a nearby sign saying non-cooperation with a lifeguard is grounds for expulsion from the pool. I decided to get out of the pool reluctantly, I didn't want to show him my body. I had gotten a lot more toned since our relationship and generally found myself a bit more attractive. I didn't want to spur him on. I approached the stand and just remained silent angrily.
He didn't even look down at me, hiding in his black sunglasses, matching that wavy pitch black hair. The stand was so high that I was eye level with his reddened soles. He tapped them on the rung of the ladder once I approached, taunting me with the memories of my inferiority to him. "You were swimming in the closed lanes reserved for the senior citizen swim." I turned around, the lanes did say that, but there wasn't anyone there. "There's no one there." "That doesn't matter. This pool has a two-strike policy before a penalty is imposed, you now have one." I walked away angrily and swam in the other lanes.
The next two times I went he fortunately wasn't working, but about a week and a half after that confrontation he was back, the same old demeanor on his face. I hate to admit it, but he was getting toned as well. I think I became more attracted by the changes in his body. I guess the pool I joined was a little more anal retentive. I used to always cannonball into the side of a pool. As you can imagine, I did so here, not even in a populated area, but even underwater I could hear the shrill of the whistle. As my head rose out of the water I saw him wagging his finger at me, not even looking at me again. I got out of the pool. He still didn't look at me, but tapped his foot in front of my face again. "I think you should have read the rule-board on your way in.
I looked at the entrance and saw 'No Cannonballs' written boldly. "That's two strikes." he informed me. "I'm afraid we're going to have to suspend your membership." I didn't like that, there were no other pools in the area and I was training for my school's upcoming swim season, I'd fall behind and maybe loose my scholarship opportunities. "However," he started, "I could give let you off, old friend, you know what you have to do." He wagged his foot in my face, just waiting. "Here? Now?" I said. "That's your choice, but keep in mind who controls your future right now." He knew all about my swim career and what it meant to me. I looked straight and saw those familiar toes calling me in. I leaned in and kissed the top of his toes. He stopped moving his foot and help his toes together as I kissed them. I backed out. "I didn't tell you to stop." "One is enough." "I guess you'll have to find another way to get into college."
I didn't wanna make a scene there were so many people around. I kissed his foot again. I saw a mother walk by with a child horrified, she covered his eyes and they walked away hurriedly. I was horrified myself and my face went tomato red. I saw him crack an evil, pleased smile, he always loved torturing me. He pressed his foot in my face as I now kissed the bottom of it, It actually smelled kind of dirty. He saw my utter shame and disgrace, I was about to cry. It was time for his break so he told me to follow him.
We went into the side of the maintenance building where there was a desk, a chair, a bench and a calendar, their workers' lounge. He sat me down on the bench as he took the nice chair, he extended his legs out and rested his feet on my lap. He didn't say anything, I just rubbed them as he ate potato chips, his sunglasses still on. His feet were tall, he had pinkish soles to his very white feet. I soon found myself taken over by old impulses. I kissed his feet as I rubbed them, totally taken over and reduced to my old slavery to him. I felt my heart sink in capture and humiliation as I watched his arrogance over me rise. He was soon holding both his feet up, planting them on my face. I held his ankles to support them and licked his feet passionately.
I never did get this far with him way back when, it was a long fantasy finally coming out, I licked them up and down and choked on his toes as he pressed them into my mouth. He was the commander as he dominated my face. "That's right, Lick your old boyfriend's feet, I want to see your saliva drooping from my soles." He didn't say much besides that, he just enjoyed, still expressionless but not empty-hearted at all, our sort of "reunion." This kept going on for an hour, I'm pretty sure he overstayed his break. It got to a point where I was in a crawl position on the floor as I licked his feet, propped up on a stool and crossed over each other, digging in to his toes and soles as he rubbed his hard 8" cock, the one I used to suck for him every night we were together.
A few moments later one his staff members walked in, "Marcus, what are you doing?" he asked…
