**Part 1:**
The television played a boring, inconsequential program. Evening commercial programming had never given me any interest, but it was background noise that filled the air until the sport came
on. But I wasn’t there for boring TV or sport, I was visiting my friend for the evening for dinner.
She came walking out of the kitchen in a huff.
“I forgot something important, so I’m going back to the shops.” She said.
“Alright.” I shrugged.
“My sister will entertain you while I’m gone.” Then she was gone, out the door to search for this important missing ingredient.
I didn’t think much of it. Rather, my mind was looking forward to the meal. Pasta, made in exchange for me helping her with a gardening project.
The sister, Evelyn, walks into the room. She was still in her office work clothes. A white blouse tucked into a black mid-thigh skirt. But it was her nylon pantyhose I noticed first.
“Eyes up here, little Alistair.”She smiled.
“Apparently you’re here to entertain me.” I made a joke about my friend’s choice of words.
“Yep,” Eve said. “I’ve got a game to play.”
“A game?” I didn’t know Evelyn was much into video games.
“Put this on over your eyes” She threw me a strip of cloth.
Bored and curious, I entertained her request and covered my eyes with the dark piece of cloth.
Now blinded, I leaned back in the lounge.
She sat down next to me.
Even blindfolded, I could imagine her figure. Evelyn had long pitch-black hair. She was tall and thick to boot.
“It’s been such a long day,” Eve complained. “I’ve been on my legs all day and it’s been so warm in the
office.”
She flopped her feet into my lap.
“Get your hands on them.” She laughed.
**Part 2:**
“What?” I wasn’t sure what she was asking.
“Start massaging.” Evelyn laughed again.
I felt compelled to get on with her instruction. I grabbed a foot in my hand, and I began to rub it up and down gently pushing my fingers in.
Meanwhile, she rubbed the other foot against the crotch of my jeans, and soon enough, I was erect.
I pushed my thumbs into her arches. If this is what she wanted, I was going to do it properly.
“How did someone so young end up in an office anyway?” I asked, looking to make conversation, and I was curious. Evelyn wasn’t much older than me.
“Shut up and keep massaging my feet.” She said cutting off my attempts at conversation.
My fingers moved down to caress her heel. She seemed to be enjoying my firm yet caring efforts. Well, she wasn’t telling me off, so I guessed I was doing okay at the request.
I spent the next few minutes massaging.
“Swap feet,” Evelyn said.
I repeated the same routine on the next foot. Meanwhile, the other foot kept rubbing against my cock over my jeans.
If my friend walked back in now it was found to be a shocking sight. Never had I considered myself a foot guy, but Evelyn was awakening something in me. Because of her gentle rubbing, I felt closer to coming than I would have liked. Blowing a load in my trousers from her feet would be embarrassing.
“How long will it take to get back from the shops?” I asked, wondering how long the privacy would last.
“Don’t speak,” Evelyn said. “I’ve got an entrée for you to start with.”
Again, I was baffled. But then she pushed both of her feet against my face.
They sure smelt like she had been walking around all day. If I wasn’t blindfolded I imagined all the lint and dust would be clinging to her tights.
“Take a deep sniff,” Evelyn instructed.
I did, and she laughed. “Now get to licking.”
I leaned towards her and grabbed a foot in both hands, and brought it up to my mouth, starting by kissing her heel. Then I moved my mouth up to her toes and repeated on the other foot.
The next move was to go for short licks. Again, from heel to toe, tasting as much of her pantyhose as I could get.
It… felt wonderful. I was finding the act of giving her what she asked for fulfilling.
Obviously, my dick felt the same way, as it was straining against my pants.
I started making out with each of her toes individually, making each of my kisses and sucks as slobbery as possible.
“Bet you love how they taste,” Evelyn said.
I nodded, too focused on my task to talk.
Opening my mouth wide, I put all her toes in my mouth, making sure to swirl my tongue over every toe and into any crevice I could find.
I pushed her foot further into my mouth, basically deepthroating it. When I pulled it out my lips grabbed the reinforced toe and pulled on it lightly, letting the shine from my spit show on the material.
“That will do,” Eve said, letting her feet rest back on the lounge.
I pulled the blindfold off to see what was going on. Evelyn was sitting there with her knees up to her chest, and in her hand was a phone.
**Part 3:**
“Were you…” I started to ask.
“Recording?” She finished. “I was.”
“Oh.”
“Do what I ask you to, and I won’t publish it anywhere, okay.” She said with a mischievous smile.
“I understand,” I said, unsure of what was in store for me. But I must have been still thinking with an erection because I found the idea of being blackmailed by Evelyn exciting, not scary.
That said, I didn’t want that video public.
Evelyn got up and walked away, giving me a short amount of time to calm down until the door opened and my friend Vi returned.
Not long after, the pasta was ready and Evelyn hadn’t been seen.
Her absence made me nervous. I was thinking she was planning something, but when the bowl of spaghetti was on the table the older sister returned in the same clothes as before.
I snuck a look at her feet to see if any remnants from our activities were visible.
It wasn’t.
“Why’d it take so long to come back?” I asked Vi.
“The first place I went to didn’t have the ingredient. So I had to drive all the way to that 24-hour place.” Vi recounted her ingredient-hunting tale.
The meal continued uneventfully until Vi got up to visit the loo, which is when Evelyn struck.
A spoonful of spaghetti plopped onto the floor, not by accident.
All Evelyn had to do was to look down and I knew what I had to do.
Leaving my chair I dropped down on my hands and knees.
I had to do it quickly before Vi returned.
Without using my hands I scooped up mouthfuls of saucy pasta off the cold wooden floorboards. I hoped the floor was clean, but given my earlier ‘meal’, it was probably fine.
With the spaghetti and meat gone, all that was left to clean up was the sauce,
Then I heard the toilet flush.
Startled, I quickly jumped up and got back in my chair. Evelyn showed no reaction.
Vi returned, oblivious to what was going on.
This time I was eating the pasta normally, out of a bowl. The only thing reminding me of my new servitude was Evelyn sitting across the table from me.
Underneath the table, thankfully hidden from view by the tablecloth, Evelyn pushed a foot against my crotch again, and like before I was starting to get hard from the attention.
“Do you like your dinner?” Evelyn asked with a smile.
“It’s great,” I looked at Vi. “Good job.”
“Thanks!” She chirped.
“The sauce has a nice texture in the mouth, doesn’t it Alistair,” Evelyn said, not looking at me.
I nodded.
Once I was fully erect, Evelyn removed her foot leaving me feeling awkward.
I ate slowly, to let my erection subside, but when it was gone, I got up to help with the washing up and Evelyn retreated to her room again.
Once the washing up was done, it was time for me to go home.
I said my goodbyes to Vi, only to get cornered by the front door.
“I’m your boss now,” Evelyn said.
“And our game doesn’t stop here. I will text you tasks to complete for me,
okay?”
“Okay.”
I noticed she was holding a pair of panties in her hand. It looked like a small black thong. She reached up and pushed it into my mouth.
“You get to keep these for a while. They’ll come in useful tomorrow.” She winked at me.
With her panties in my mouth, I departed, wondering what tomorrow would bring.
**Part 4:**
I was home when my phone beeped. I had no doubt who was messaging me.
All the possible requests raced through my head. The lengths Evelyn would go were unknown to me. Hopefully, she was gentle, but I was willing to follow along with anything.
Not wanting to risk her wrath I opened the message right away.
Put on those panties and take some nice photos for me. Wherever you are, do it now.
I read it twice to make sure there weren’t any hidden meanings, there didn’t seem to be.
So, with the privacy of living alone, I stripped off my clothes and put on Evelyn’s panties.
The first thing I noticed was that they were far too small for me, which was likely on purpose. My dick and balls were bulging out of the sides of the fabric comically.
At least it didn’t look too bad on me, I thought. I wasn’t fat nor skinny. Being physically active left me in that middle ground, even though I didn’t have the same sort of muscle definition or leanness of the fit blokes you see in the media.
The first picture I took was a mirror selfie in a couple of different poses, including one of my rear.
I sent the pictures, and a minute later I received a message back:
*More*
I tried to get creative with the pictures by contorting myself into poses I’d see girls use on the internet.
What made it even trickier was my semi-erect cock pushing out of the tiny panties. Again, that was probably what Evelyn wanted.
I thought the pictures looked good, but I was glad that nobody was watching me take them. The sight of the panties would earn me endless mockery normally.
I sent the best pictures on to Evelyn and awaited her judgment. To pass the time I changed back into my normal clothes. I didn’t want the panties on any more than necessary.
Five minutes later I got another message:
*Thanks for the piccies. Remember when you failed to lick ALL the pasta sauce off the floor? I do! Film yourself coming in the panties then let them dry.*
That was more extreme of a request than I was expecting.
Evelyn had blackmail over me, even more now, so I had to go along with her request. There was little doubt in my mind that she would use the video to humiliate me. A fact that had been turning me on more than I liked.
They were only just put on, but I had to take my clothes off again.
For a few minutes, I jerked my cock with no success. Probably due to the filming, I was unable to get it up, frustratingly.
I imagined Evelyn wearing the thong. Thinking about her round ass got me going before I knew it. In my mind, Evelyn was giving me a lapdance. She was peeling her tights down and grinding on my lap.
With that imagery, I was exploding before I knew it. I aimed my cock at the panties to make sure every drop of cum landed in the gusset.
And the was a lot of cum. The events of last night left me with a decent amount built up.
With my cum coating the black material I stopped filming and sent that to Evelyn.
I lay back on my bed, waiting for a response. It felt like forever, waiting for that message.
Eventually as the cum was starting to dry, my phone beeped.
*Good. Do not clean them. Tomorrow night you will present yourself at my front door wearing them, a pink collar, and nothing else.*
*I caved and told 3 friends about the video.*
*DW they know how to keep a secret.*
*As long as you be our party slave.* Read more »