by Billy Hart
“DAD! GET THE FUCK HERE NOW!” frantic thundering steps fill the house as dad scuttles up the stairs running to answer my call.
“took your time bitch” I smirk, making absolutely no effort to hide my arrogance as I look at the fully grown, suited servant, panting heavily from his sprint, eyes wider than my hunger to dominate. He doesn’t blink, doesn’t take his gaze off me, waiting for a command, waiting for anything to make him feel like he’s useful. You see my father is very insecure, he’s never felt like he has been good enough, oh and boy do I make sure he never does! That’s how I get whatever I want out of him, he’s wrapped around my finger, he’s my bitch hahaha. Yeah I am spoilt, but why shouldn’t I be, mum walked out on us and dad will do ANYTHING to make sure I don’t leave too and I mean anything, no matter how degrading, he doesn’t question it, look…
“dad, I had a long day, I want a foot rub” his eyes switch targets to my socked feet and he walks over and kneels at the end of the bed, hands straight on my feet and he applies pressure, gliding his thumbs across the soles of my feet. He looks up with a hopeful smile, hoping I am enjoying his effort, but his smile drops as he see my raised eyebrows, the indication that I am not satisfied.
Dad takes hold of my left foot with both hands attempting to focus of relieving my ‘stress’ yeah that’s right I’ve had a hard day. “wow I need to relax, I think I might need to stay at mums for a while” I know exactly what I’ve done, planting the anchor into his heart, his mind, he’s panicking I can see it in his red cheeks, he doesn’t want me to leave him like she did. “Dad, take my socks off”
The guy is like a robot at this point, my socks are off before you can even say ‘bare feet’ so I don’t fucking hesitate to test him “smell my feet dad, do they smell?” his nose is literally between my big toe and second toe, I can feel his lips pressed against my sole, his eyes searching his mind to make a decision on how to answer my question. “they do smell a bit son” he continues to sniff loudly, sometimes I don’t even think he knows what he is actually doing, he is just so eager to make sure I’m happy… he could be sucking my dick at this point and wouldn’t give a shit ahahah. Speaking of sucking…
“Dad, I don’t want smelly feet, I am not awake enough to hit the shower” Dad pulls his head away from my feet, his thumbs still making clockwork motion on my soles, he looks worried and looks at me with his full attention, he’s learnt by now I don’t need him to guess at what I want him to do, he knows now that he gets told what to do.
“Clean them for me” I put my head back on the pillow, so carefree and unbothered by the audacity of making my dad do something so humiliating.
“I will be right back with some water…” dad gets cut off immediately
“NO, just use your tongue you idiot, you can get between the toes easier that way” His eyes slowly close and he slightly raises his head in understanding “of course, I didn’t think sorry” I ignore his apology, he won’t get my forgiveness just yet. I feel dads tongue weaving between my toes, its quite firm, and he is being very thorough making sure he goes over every inch of my feet. He pulls back every so often, admiring his work, making sure what he has been licking is clean, before he continues down the sole of my foot. My dad has his tongue on my feet, my dad is licking my fucking feet and he does not see a fucking problem with it, because he wants me to be happy.
He will literally do anything for me hahahaha!
