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Growing up I took a liking to feet. I don't know why. I'd look at
someone's feet and get squiggly inside. One day while at home, My
brother was sitting above me on the couch and teasingly lowered his foot
towards my face. I hadn't ever noticed his feet before, then it occured
to me, my brother had feet! He was slightly younger than I, but as his
foot lowered towards my face, I looked up to see an evil grin
encompassing his face. As his bare toes touched my face I felt
submissive and somewhat exposed. Obviously He'd seen me and a gril I
knew, as she had always placed her feet on me, and I loved it, Now, he
was trying me, trying to see if he could get away with it. I wasn't
moving and as he lowered his bare feet onto my face he smirked, but was
still somewhat cautious, as if I'd jump up and fight, but I didn't. As
he owered his soles onto my face for the first time I felt myself
relinquishing a power of some sort to my brother. He glanced down at
me, still unsure of himself, between his toes and musta seen my eyes
looking up at him between them and figured, that he was now getting the
upper hand (foot) was seeming to enjoy himself.
As he rubbed his bare feet acros my face, he would look down at me to try and sense some sort of rebellion, but he had none. I laid there under his probing feet and realized my soon to be place in my house. I sniffed at his feet and
smelled sweat and must and dirt. This soon began a new ritual in our
house. When he would come home, and I would be there, I would try to at first put my self at a position to be used as a foot rest. He would pick
up on this at first, and kind of teae me with his feet. He would rip his
socks off and lower his bare feet towards my face to see if I would
object. When I didn't, he would slowly lower his feet onto my face and
smear them around on m face while looking down at me in disbelief that
he could do this. The rittual slowly grew to when he'd have sleepovers
and he'd tell his friends that I, his older brother was his footslave.
They'd usually laugh, and I'd usually be listening to them as they'd ask
him to prove it. He would usually call me down to his room and tell me
that he wanted to show me something, and somwhow or another he'd have me laying on the floor face up and he would rub his bare feet on my face while his friends watched. He would always have them join in, and we
once ahd a smely feet contest where he turned out the lights and him and
his four friends made me tell whose foot was whose by smell only. If I
guessed wrong I was either farted upon or made to suck toes of whoever
wanted it. When no one was around except for me an my brother, he
always had his feet on me. If we were the only ones home, he had me
laying on the floor under his feet while he watched TV or talked on the
phone.
One time when the pizza guy came over to deliver his food, the
screen door was open and he came to the door and was just staring at his
feet planted upon my face when my brother aske him in and paid him and
asked him if he wanted to give "his footrest' a try. The pizza guy
accepted and my brother showed him how to properly rub a face with bare
feet. His friends continuously came over and made me feel inferior by
way of ther feet. It was a stinky way to llive but I loved every minute
of it.
Continued In Part 2 >>
