“My feet are cold…” as she lifts her feet up to my belly.
I untuck my shirt, and let her slide them inside against my flesh. They are indeed cold!
Holding them close to me buried under my sweater, I delight in her company.
She smiles and as her feet warm, starts to knead them into my flesh.
She whispers (“let me know if I hurt you”), and I give her a comforting nod.
“So”, she begins, “I wonder how long it has been. I know my sister is away quite often. Tell me.”
“A while Princess.”
“So these must be pretty full then, hmm?” she has slid one foot out from under my shirt and is now tapping the top of it into my crotch, which is why she warned me about the “hurt”).
It has been a while, and I am rather backed up. Her foot feels amazing.
“Yes”, I whimper as I close my eyes.
“YES WHAT?” she commands with a rather hard, but welcome kick.
“Yes, Princess”
“Open your legs more”, as she kicks the inside of my thights as instruction.
Standing in front of her now, with my legs as wide as they are, I am quite volunerable. We look at each other and I smile, a nervous, anxious, welcoming smile.
Her taps continue, some turning into light kicks.
I mutter “Thank you Princess” under my breath after the harder ones.
“Do you like when Princess touches you?”
“Yes…Princess.”
“Look at me! I want to see your face while you are under my foot! Go on…moan if you have to.”
I do. It has been a while, and the attention is welcome, even if it hurts this good.
Both her feet now find the bulge growing in my pants and she places each one on either side. I lean into her. She feels amazing, but my jeans prevent any serious sensation.
“That looks nice. Tell me: do you want to show me?”
“Yes…yes Princess. It has been so long.”
She continues to rub my cock, letting me push against her, then pushes me away and lets me return. I start pushing the chair backwards.
“Calm down. Not yet. But it does look like it wants to be free.”
“On your knees.”
I have difficulty, but manage to kneel before her, trying to gain my composure.
She puts one foot on each of my shoulders, just next to my face. Instinctively I start to kiss them, mostly hitting her ankle bone, switching from one ankle to the other.
Not paying attention, I now notice she is fanning her dress a little at me, giving me brief glimpses of her panties.
“Can you see what I wore for you today?”
Nodding, I continue to kiss up and down her legs as far as I can.
“Would you like them?”
I nod, and she presses down on my shoulders with her feet to get her butt off the chair. She slides them to her knees, then has to pull me into her to get them down to her ankles, but she manages to do so, pushing me back away to “leg length” from her.
Her panties, now wrapped around both ankles, are directly in my face, but she makes no effort to let me retrive them.
“Do you like the color?”
“Yes, of course Princess”, any color would be wonderful, but these are pale blue.
“Take them”, and she lets me go long enough to grab them off her feet.
As I do so, she plants her feet on the ground at my knees and leans forward into me, taking my face in her hands, we kiss again for a while as I stroke her arms.
“Now”, sadly she stops and pulls back, “take it out.” From her vantage point she can’t actually see much. She is still leaning into me, staring me straight in the face, her elbows on her knees.
“Do it. Don’t make me repeat myself.”
Slowly, unsure if we are ready for this, I undo the belt, button and slowly unzip my pants, still holding onto her panties.
“There you go….be a good boy, do as you’re told.”
Admittedly, the pressure relief is welcome. I am still overly excited by her assault earlier and was getting uncomfortable.
“Go on, pull those down, too”, she says. Though she can’t really see, it is obvious what I am doing, and per her encouragement, pull my pants down low, and pull myself out of my shorts, and I wait.
My left hand has hooked the waste band and pulled them down as far as they will go, and my right, still grasping her panties, holds, hides and protects me.
“Now…stroke it. No, don’t put those down. Stroke that cock, with my panties.”
She never breaks eye contact, and I stare deep into her, gasping for air, but slowly do as instructed.
Grabbing myself through her panties, I begin to stroke for her. Slow at first, but the sensation is winning and with her looking at me, I continue.
“Gooood. Good boy. Princess likes when you listen to her. Tell me…does that feel good?”
“Yes Princess.”
“Tell me….would you cum for me if I allowed it?”
“Yes Princess.”
“Would you do anything I said, anything I told you to do, just for a chance to cum?”
“Yes…yes Princess”…my answers are getting harder and more difficult to speak.
“Tell me that you stroke for Princess. Tell me you will obey. Tell me you will give me everything I desire, that you will do everything that pleases me. Tell me, now”.
“Yes Princess. Yes, please. Anything she desires. Princess, can I please cum for you?”
“Tell me again. Tell me you worship me, and will obey. That you will do what I command.”
“Yes. Please Princess, it has been so long. Please can I cum in your panties for Princess.”
“Not yet. Look at me. Look me in the eyes. Does that feel good? Stroking for Princess with her panties? Do you want to cum now…cum into my Princess panties like a good little boy?”
“God, please Princess. Please, I’m going to cum for you…OK? Really? I have to cum, please?”
The agony in my breaking voice and she knows I’m serious and about ready.
“I really don’t know if I should let you cum today”, her voice changes and it seems that she is actually contimplating what to do next.
“Oh god Kelly, please? It has been so long. Please.”
Using her name seems to have been the wrong response, as she says: “Stop. Stop right now little boy!”
I am both grateful for the relief and deeply saddened by the denial.
She stands up, somewhat knocking me over, and I slump to the floor as I cover myself with her panties.
“Nope. Not today. Not with that attitude. I decide. I choose. I command. Do you understand? Answer me!”
“Yes, Princess. I understand.”
“Good. Now, keep those panties. I have a new task for you.
While I am away, you will stroke for me … let’s see…I think the party is over at 5, so you have 4 hours. You will stroke with my panties 8 times, like you just did. Stroke it until you can’t take it anymore, then stop. 8 times. Each time wrapping my panties around your cock. Understand?”
“Yes Princess”, as I start to gain my composure again. “Yes Princess, I understand, and of course will do as you command.”
“Good. Now, put that away but shove my panties in there, too! HAHA…nice and tight. Ok…I really must go. Find my shoes?”
I do as she asks, uncomfortably stand up once I find her shoes and hobble over to her, now sitting waiting for me to slip them on her feet. Her tiny little feet.
“This was fun. Did you have fun? No, seriously, no “Princess” stuff”…was it good?”
“It was…it really was but, seriously I have to…like really soon. It’s been a while and this just killed me. So, ya know…keep that in mind.”
“I will! But now the thought of you waiting for little ol’ me might be too much!!
Ok…gotta go. Thanks!”
As she heads out, we kiss again but she reluctantly breaks away or she’ll never leave.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/agdakv/sister_in_lawpart_7joi_worship
Can’t wait for her to get back!