I’ve written a short story for a commission which some of you might enjoy. It is 3500 words long and focuses on feet, gentle femdom, sentient clothing and some face sitting. Have fun~

It is 2:38 AM.

Ethan parks his old, shoddy car outside a small house in the suburbs.

Times have been rough for him. He got fired from his job after a weed incident, and with the financial trouble that followed, his girlfriend left him.

He did his best to save up, to make ends meet, but as he was reaching the third and final deadline to pay his rent, he had no choice but to resort to crime.

Ethan is not an intimidating man, nor is he strong. He would not dare rob people at gunpoint. His best option seems to be burglary.

And so, with a balaclava over his head and a backpack around his shoulder, he hops out of the car and approaches his target, the small, dimly lit house in front of him.

This is his first hit, and so he chose to go for something modest, with little security. From what information he managed to gather from the scouting operation he conducted yesterday, a college girl lives here all on her own, and tonight she’s out for a party.

With no fancy security system to get in his way, all he has to do is pick the lock to get inside. Sounds difficult enough, but with a little training and the necessary tools, such things can be surprisingly easy.

Under the cover of darkness, it only takes him a minute to hear a click coming out of the cheap lock, and the door swings open with a satisfying creek.

It’s dark inside, save for a few rays of moonlight filtering in through the closed curtains. He would open them to see a little better, but he’s smart enough to realize that if anyone were to see him from the outside, it would be easy to tell who he is and what he’s doing.

Maybe the balaclava was a little overkill.

And so, with his eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness, he begins snooping around. He sees an old, wide-screen TV. It wouldn’t be easy to fit in the car, and even if it were, it probably wouldn’t sell for much. Not worth the effort.

He moves on to the kitchen. A microwave, a toaster, a blender left idly on the counter… All of them seem quite cheap. He checks the drawers. Silverware. Fairly high quality. He snatches out the drawer and pours its contents down his bag.

From there, he heads upstairs, past the bathroom, and into a well decorated and cozy looking bedroom.

There isn’t much of anything of value out in the open, and so he starts searching for hidden valuables, such as jewelry or money boxes.

He checks under the bed, in the drawers, where he finds a few valuable looking rings and necklaces, and finally, he checks the closet.

As he opens it, he finds it holds several different dresses, shirts, skirts, jeans, socks, and underwear, most of it with a gothic theme.

However, he also notices some kinkier attire tucked away behind the more normal clothes. Fishnet stockings, a dominant looking corset, tall, red heels, a whip, fuzzy handcuffs, a strap-on, and probably more!

He chuckles to himself as he looks that stuff over. He picks up the corset. “Some of this stuff might go for a pretty penny..” He tells himself. He reaches out to grab the rest of the stuff, but before his hand manages to grip anything, he feels the corset in his hand twitching.

“What the..?” He does not get to finish his phrase before the corset unravels and begins wrapping itself around his torso, with his arms at his sides. “W-What the hell?!” He screams with surprise, the corset tightening on him before it starts tying its own binds behind his back.

“NNNGH! What the hell is this shit?!” He exclaims angrily as he struggles, trying to break free from his seemingly sentient restraints, but it is futile. The fabric isn’t tearing. And to make matters worse, he spots more movement in the closet from the corner of his eye.

He turns to face it just in time to watch a kinky tie fly out and wrap itself around his neck, lightly choking him. It isn’t enough to make him pass out or kill him, but it applies enough pressure to slow the blood flow to his brain, making him dizzy.

“A-Ah.. w-what the hell..?” He groans, his eyes hazy as his body continues struggling, although now with less strength than before.

He rolls around on the ground for a bit, before he catches a glimpse of the closet. More clothes seem to be coming to life, a pair of panties rolling out of the closet and approaching him.

His eyes widen with both fear and curiosity as the panties reach him and begin climbing onto his body. They rub themselves against his pants for a few seconds, before they begin softly glowing, and soon come to life as well.

They begin sliding themselves off his legs, taking his underwear with them, leaving him naked from the waist down with his little prick out. The panties seem satisfied, before they crawl down over to his feet, putting themselves onto him, and sliding themselves up over to his crotch.

Ethan watches as the panties fit themselves onto him, partially obscuring his prick. He watches this with astonishment, as well as a good deal of unease. It isn’t long before he feels the panties start moving again, rubbing themselves against his prick.

He groans at this, feeling the soft fabric moving over his dick skin, rubbing it, pleasuring it. At first he’s confused, but he soon figures out what it’s doing. It’s trying to pleasure him.

He can’t help but let out a soft moan as the pair of panties strokes his growing prick. They seem to have a good degree of intelligence, as they know to focus on his tip to offer him the most pleasure.

As his pleasure increases, so does his heart rate. The tightness of the corset around his torso makes him feel his heart beating with an increased intensity. Not only that, he struggles to breathe, both from the corset as well as the tie wrapped around his neck. The air flow in and out of his body is slow and labored, making each breath of fresh air feel like a gust of wind from the gods themselves.

With his climax approaching, his heart beating with intensity, and his increasing need for oxygen, he feels as if he’s going to pass out soon. Luckily for him, it feels like he’s going to climax before that happens.

However, the clothes themselves seem aware of this, and they are not ready to let him have his satisfaction after he tried to steal them. The panties stop moving right as he is about to climax, leaving him with a desperate hard-on.

He moans and groans, thrusting his hips, begging for release, but the panties refuse to touch him any longer. Soon, the tie around his neck tightens, restricting even more air flow. Ethan’s vision begins to darken, and soon, his muscles relax, his mind falling into an oxygen-deprived slumber…

8:42 AM.

Anna appears to be a regular college girl that’s a little too into the gothic culture. What most don’t know about her, however, is that she is the descendant of a family of witches.

She goes through the day to day life without relying on her magic, so as to keep herself safe from prosecution. At home, however, she is free to enjoy herself without fear of being discovered.

Tonight, she is returning from a party. She is going home, to her safe place. However, as she approaches, she finds that her safe haven has been disturbed.

There is a car parked in front of her home, one she does not recognize. This wouldn’t be too strange on its own, but the light of her bedroom is shining through her window. She frowns. An intruder has entered her home.

She wastes no time hurrying into her home and up the stairs to her bedroom. Once she opens the door, she finds the would-be intruder has been apprehended by her magical clothes.

He is passed out on the floor, half naked, the panties slowly rubbing at his semi erect prick. Meanwhile, the corset and the tie continue to limit his supply of oxygen, keeping him in this state.

Anna smiles, thinking of what she should do with the incapacitated intruder. She could let him go, but she would risk him speaking up about what had happened here. Few would believe him, but rumors are not pleasant to deal with.

Anna’s grandmother would’ve probably turned him into soup. Anna, on the other hand, is not so cruel, and considers another fate for the intruder. One that would be much more exciting than simply eating him.

She smiles and struts her way over to the intruder. She looks down at the poor soul, passed out and drooling onto her carpet. She pouts, taking a mocking pity on him.

She crouches down and sits on his chest, which makes a pained groan come out of his throat, followed by a cough. He is slowly opening his eyes, finding the witch looking down at him with a seemingly innocent smile while sitting on his chest.

“Awwh.. The little intruder woke up, hmm..?” She smiles and chuckles, gently sliding her sharp, dark nails over one of his cheeks.

“Wha.. Ngh.. Th-The clothes..! W-What are you?!” He asks with fear in his eyes as he looks at the smiling college girl.

“I’m a witch, my dear~” She chuckles “Isn’t it obvious?” She asks with a mocking smile while sliding her fingers through his hair.

“Nh.. A-A witch..? You’re insane..!”

“Insane? Ahah.. Hmm.. Perhaps.. Just a little..” She chuckles as she begins grinding over his chest, the weight of her body pressing down on his already struggling lungs.

“NNNH..!” He groans under her, gritting his teeth.

“Shh..” She shushes him, placing a finger over his lips. “I’m going to make you feel better than you ever did before in your life.. Mmm.. If you behave, that is..” She giggles. “Here.. Why don’t you start by taking off my shoes, hmm?~”

She slides herself down his body and over his needy prick, before she sits back down on his legs. She picks one of her legs up and brings her foot over to the front of his head.

“I see that your hands are a little busy, so your mouth will have to do~”

Having little choice, and fearing the things she would do if he were to disobey, he does his best to follow her order. He puts his mouth to work, his teeth soon managing to grab onto the belt of her shoe. He tightens his jaw over the belt before he starts pulling, the metal pin soon slipping out of the hole in the belt, undoing the shoe’s binds.

“Good boooy… Now take it off.” She smiles.

He opens his mouth and bites down on the shoe’s heel, before he starts pulling. The shoe starts sliding off until it falls free from her foot.

“Well done, little pet! Here’s your reward..” She smiles as she shoves her foot under his nose, making him smell it.

Despite the fact that she walked home from the party, her feet don’t smell bad at all. It’s a smell that can only be described as magical, and it seems to quickly harden his prick. Looks like it’s some sort of aphrodisiac. He can’t help but take a deep breath…

Just as he was in the middle of enjoying himself, the witch pulls her foot away with a smile. Ethan is disappointed for a second, before he is given her second foot, this one still wearing her shoe.

“You know what to do~” She teases, wiggling her foot in front of his face. He does indeed, and he soon puts his mouth to work, undoing her shoe until it slides off her foot.

“Aaah~ Such a good boy!” Anna congratulates him, giving him his much wanted reward. She gets her foot closer to his mouth, putting her toes between his lips. He is eager to take them into his mouth, sucking on them through the fabric of her stockings, lusting for that magical smell and taste.

“Here’s an extra reward for being such an obedient pet so far~” The witch says, before he feels her fingers wrap around his needy prick, her nails sliding across his throbbing shaft. “Mm, excited, aren’t we?~” She giggles.

He lets out a moan of pleasure, his little prick pumping in her grasp and itching for release, which she is all too happy to bring him closer to with every touch of her fingers.

“And now… I’d like you to take off my stockings, once again, only by using your mouth. Could you do that for me, sweet pet?” She smiles at him, and he is all too eager to nod.

He bites down gently onto one of her toes, catching some of the fabric in his mouth. He pulls only for a second so as to get more material, then bites down again, onto a mouthful of it. Now with a proper grip, he pulls his head back, all the while she slowly pulls her leg, their combined efforts stretching and pulling on the stockings, making them slowly slide off her foot, all the while giving Ethan a taste of her magical stockings.

It does not take long before the striped stockings have slid off her leg, Ethan remaining with them in his mouth, seeming to want to keep it. The witch chuckles. “You may keep it for now, but you still need to get the other one off too~” She says with a grimace, showing him her other leg, wiggling her toes in a tempting manner, and he is all too eager to give in to this temptation.

He wraps his lips around the tip of her stockings once again, around her big toe. He takes a moment to suck on it, to prod at it with his tongue, before his teeth close in around the material, and pull much in the same way that they have before.

Soon enough, the stockings from her second leg have slid off as well, now leaving the witch barefoot, her toes playfully wiggling, a motion which attracts Ethan’s attention and keeps his sights glued onto the playful ends of her feet.

“Go on~ You earned your reward..” Anna smiles at him as she holds her feet in front of his face, all the while she continues gently stroking his erect prick.

Ethan eagerly accepts the invitation, bringing one of her big toes straight into his mouth, soon beginning to lick and suck on it, letting his tongue rub against her soft skin and her toe nail, his taste buds exploring it, all the while the feeling of the witch’s hand over his prick amplifying this heavenly sensation, not to mention the magical aphrodisiac effect coming from her feet.

“Good.. Don’t forget to give each toe some attention~” She smiles at him as she picks up the pace of her hand job, rewarding him.

Ethan happily obeys, moving his lips and tongue from toe to toe, making sure to give each single one the attention it deserves, all the while his mouth is rewarded with the sweet, magical aphrodisiac emanating from her feet, intoxicating his mind.

His eyes roll back with pleasure, his mind clouded with lust, lust for her, lust for her touch, lust for her feet.

This all goes on for a good few minutes of bliss experienced by Ethan, his mouth and nostrils filled with the magical aroma, his lips and tongue working tirelessly on each of her toes.

While all of this was going on, Anna continued stroking his little prick, but was careful not to bring him all the way to release, keeping him on a constant edge.

Soon, the witch begins moving, changing her position. “I think it’s time for us both to reach our climax soon, wouldn’t you say?~” She teases with a smile.

She stands up and walks over to his head, looking down at him with a smirk. “Looking under my dress, pervert?” She jokes playfully, before she places her feet on either side of his head, giving him a look straight up at her dark, lacey panties.

Next, she slowly starts crouching down, her thighs getting closer and closer to his face, until his head is enveloped in them, the witch now sitting on his face.

Then, she extends her legs, her feet reaching his prick. She gently wraps her toes around his shaft and slowly begins to stroke it, giggling to herself.

She glances down at Ethan. “Enjoy the view down there? Why don’t you put that sweet mouth of yours to work and eat me out, hmm?~” She sticks her tongue out at him playfully.

Ethan does not require a second invitation. He eagerly opens his mouth and gets his tongue all over Anna’s panties, feeling her pussy folds through the fabric.

These panties seem to be magical as well, as they soon move out of the way by themselves, giving Ethan unrestricted access to Anna’s pussy.

Ethan is lucky enough to have some experience with this kind of thing from his ex-girlfriend, and puts all that experience to good use. His tongue lapping up at her folds, before diving in-between them, sliding up and down her slit, causing Anna to moan out loud with pleasure.

In return, Anna rewards Ethan’s hard work by picking up the pace of her feet. Her toes are wrapped around his shaft, rubbing up and down against it, stroking his little prick and bringing him ever closer to orgasm.

The two of them moan together, both of them doing their best to pleasure the other, Ethan with his experienced tongue, and Anna with her magical feet. The two of them soon reach their climax.

Anna begins squirting over Ethan, her magical juices covering his face, the magical juice clouding his mind ever further with pleasure.

At the other end, Ethan’s prick throbs, before it shoots its pent up load up into the air, all the denied orgasms from before contributing to a massive load that covers Anna’s feet and legs with his seed.

The two of them breathe heavily and rest for a few seconds, Anna looking over her semen covered legs. “Awwh.. Look at that.. You got my legs all dirty and sticky.. I guess you better clean this mess up, hmm?~” She giggles, getting her butt off of Ethan’s face and sitting on the bed, dragging him closer, at her feet.

Ethan is exhausted from the edging that lasted hours, but that is not a concern to his clouded mind. He perceives Anna’s feet before him, and the command given to him by her. He knows what he must do.

He is quick to get his tongue over her wet, glistening legs, his tongue working its way up and down her smooth, shaved legs, cleaning them of his unworthy seed.

In the meantime, the witch smiles down at her new pet and sex slave, moving one of her hands through his hair to encourage and reward him for his hard work. “We are going to spend so much time together from now on… You’re going to be my little pleasure boy, and you’re going to love every second of it, aren’t you?”

Ethan has no time to stop to answer her, too focused on his duty. All he manages to do to respond to his new mistress is quickly nod his head, which seems to satisfy the smiling witch.

She leans back on the bed, crossing her legs, and closing her eyes, waiting for a much deserved sleep to take her, all the while letting Ethan continue his work of polishing her feet with restless dutifulness and obedience.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/pf1kid/ive_written_a_short_story_for_a_commission_which