Commission - Foot Fetish Origins: Part 3

Now that she was aware that I was under her feet, my torturously smelly situation should have come to a halt. But she was just too adamant that nobody discover me, fearful of any repercussions. And I came to understand her point of view after she explained herself a few days later. But in the heat of the moment—literally, because her feet seemed to always be warm—it was frustrating, scary, and humiliating.

Not long after the meeting started, she realized she needed to use the bathroom. I hadn’t known it at the time, but it was her time of the month, so it wasn’t like she just needed to pee and hold out until the end of the meeting; it was a bit more important than that. Her antsy behavior unawarely traversed down to her feet, where her toes started wiggling against my face, agitated that she wasn’t able to go take care of herself. She tried waiting for as long as she could, hoping that she’d wrap things up with her boss soon, but Kali and her weren’t even close to being finished. As much as she wanted to hide me, my mom’s instincts to take care of herself overpowered her willingness to keep me a secret. Plus, her mind had rationalized that Kali might not even notice me, as long as I kept quiet and she stayed in her seat.

“Hey Kali, I need to stop you for just a second,” my mom said, interrupting her boss from going over some consumer data charts. “If we’re gonna be a while longer, I need to…” she said, motioning over to her door with her head as she finally took her feet off my face and began subtly sliding them back into her boots.

Kali understood what she was saying completely, and nodded supportively. “Oh yeah of course, go go go,” she said. “I’ll just wait here.”

“Perfect,” my mom said with a faint smile as she finished zipping up her leather shoes, and stood up, heading towards the door. “I’ll just be a few minutes,” she said, and slipped into the hallway, briskly walking towards the restrooms.

The room was quieter than it had been ever since me and my mom had gotten there, causing me to tense up to keep myself from making a sound. If I looked all the way up with my eyes, I could just barely see the other woman’s legs in the top of my peripheral vision. Everything was so silent for a minute, as I desperately hoped my mom would come back. Obviously I didn’t want to go back to smelling my mom’s soles while they absentmindedly played around with my face. But it was better than being discovered. The rustle of paper as Kali turned a page nearly gave me a heart attack, slicing through the silence, until she sighed, and I heard movement behind me as she started to do something I couldn’t see.

She put her folder down on the desk and scooted in a little closer to the desk so she could read it easier. And then she lifted her leg up, reaching down with her hand while she continued reading her document. I winced, witnessing the familiar sight of someone’s shoes over my head as they got pried off, just like my mom had done a few hours ago. And just like my mom, this woman didn’t like wearing any socks, meaning that her soles and her shoes always had direct contact with one another. Kali was wearing a business suit, but she had tennis shoes on, since she’d just gotten back from the building’s gym. She liked working out in the middle of her work day every now and then; it was a good way for her mind to break up the monotony, leaving her feeling refreshed when she went back to work. Except her feet weren’t refreshed. Before I had even smelled anything, I saw that the bottom of her foot was a kind of reddish pink color from all the blood flowing to her skin during her workout routine. Of course, I wasn’t old enough yet to know that that was what was happening, but I knew just enough about the world that my mind immediately wondered if her feet had done a lot of running, since my feet would look like that too anytime I played around outside with my friends for awhile.

She yawned, stretching her leg out as she raised her other foot up to slip her other shoe off, dropping it onto the floor beside me. “No, no, please… no,” I mouthed, a worrisome look on my face as I watched her extend her feet out above my body, while groaning from enjoying the stretch. It didn’t even matter that they were several feet away from me; their smell was miles more noticeable and stinkier than my mom’s had been. With my mom, I would’ve been able to tell something was slightly off even if I hadn’t seen her take off her shoes. But with Kali, her stench was undeniable and inescapable. Running several miles on the treadmill only 20 minutes ago had caused her small, tan bare feet to be slick with sweat. Since she didn’t wear socks, there hadn’t been any kind of fabric to absorb her perspiration, so it had just stuck to her skin, unable to evaporate inside the musty confines of her shoe. Whenever she exercised while at work, the sweat would always eventually trickle down her feet, slowly but surely, and then seep into the insole. It took longer because of how thick the material of her shoes were, but her feet were only slightly damp by the time she got home on those days. Although it caused her to have to buy new shoes all the time; she pretty much bought a new pair of sneakers every month, because of how much the soles of her old ones would stink from her mistreatment of them.

But eventually Kali felt done stretching, so she let her legs drop back down, swinging her feet with them until they landed with a moist slap against my face. It really did make a sound, from the quick impact of her damp soles against my face. But I didn’t even think about that; my first thought was the stench that had just multiplied ten fold. I wanted so badly to go back under the “safety” of my mom’s feet again, where at least her smell was a bit gross but familiar. But the smell of Kali’s feet were foreign to my young, untrained nose. I had never in my life smelled anything like her disgusting wet feet before. To this day, I don’t know if it was some kind of bacteria that grew in the crevices of her toes, or some kind of genetic condition that caused her to secrete whatever odor was so offensive to everything it touched, or something else. She hadn’t even worked out that long, technically. It’s not like she was literally dripping with sweat, her body as hot as a desert from hours of activity. But I didn’t know any better. I had had an innocent childhood up until then, up until Kali had interrupted it to introduce her nefarious aroma to my senses.

Since she was sitting behind me, her feet were in an opposite positioning from how my mom’s had been; her heels rested on my eyes, her arches over my nose, and the big, round ball of her foot settled firmly on my quivering, nervous lips. She was about my mom’s age, so her soles weren’t as youthful as a teenager’s might be, but still hadn’t been hardened or wrinkled from her age yet. They were somewhere in between, a slightly toughened surface that was still smooth and soft.

After the initial shock from the woman’s smell, I realized that something was wrong. My mom had been so adamant about hiding me with her feet because she didn’t want anyone to find me, so when her boss had slipped off her shoes to air them out, Kali should’ve realized something that wasn’t a floor was beneath her feet as soon as they touched down and felt the face of a boy caught in the most unfortunate of circumstances. But she didn’t do anything. And it wasn’t because she knew I was there and just didn’t care. Like my mom, she was simply ignorant to the boy lying under her soles, and was too caught up in her work to realize that the bumps and squishes caused by the surface of my face were abnormal from what a floor or stool should typically feel like.

So my heart started to cool off once I realized she wouldn’t find me. But then I started to wonder if maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing if Kali found me. With every passing second, my only way to breathe in air was to inhale her revolting, sweaty miasma through my nostrils, since my mouth was closed with the damp, curvy balls of her feet nestled against my lips. I didn’t know how long my mom would be gone, and even if she came back, what if Kali kept her feet on me? What if their meeting wasn’t even close to being finished, and I’d have to endure hours more of this woman’s grimy soles dominating my entire face? Would her finding out about me really be that bad?

Yeah, it would. As much as I absolutely hated my current situation, I imagined a scenario where Kali freaked out and berated my mom, asking her why a boy had been under her desk all day. I didn’t want my mom to be fired, obviously. There’s a reason Mommy wanted to hide me with her feet, I told myself. I always trusted my mother up until that point, and there was no point to change that now. So no matter how stinky this woman’s feet are, I can never let her know about me. I just gotta hope she never notices me. It won’t kill me, I can do this. I recounted all the times in my head my mom had told me that I was ‘a big boy,’ and to ‘be brave’ in various circumstances, like squashing a spider or bungee jumping. “Be brave for Mommy, OK honey?” I imagined she might have whispered to me as I lay obediently dormant beneath her boss’ grimy toes. Every instinct in my body told me to shove this stupid woman’s disgusting feet off my face and yell at her, calling her a bunch of mean names. But I held myself back. I was old enough to be brave under these circumstances.

But my situation soon got worse. In only the few minutes that Kali’s feet had been perched on my face, they’d make my skin just as damp as hers. Pressing her hot skin—slicked with a ripe layer of sweat—against my cheeks and nose and lips; it was like she’d transferred the curse to me instead. I was certain that if she left right now and never came back into the room, I’d still continue to smell her presence, thanks to the mark she’d left behind on my now warmed-up face. But then Kali’s feet started to get restless. Just like how my mom had started wiping her feet around my face, toying with the parts of my head, Kali’s feet began to idle as well. She moved her feet backwards a few inches, and then started drumming her feet against my cheeks. I could hear her up above me, humming a song to herself while she read her documents, while down below her feet acted as percussion instruments, with my innocent face as the drum. I could ever hear the slap of her sweaty feet bouncing against my own dampened skin, just like when she’d first set them down on me, yet apparently the noise never rung off any alarm bells to her. But after about a minute, her feet died down again, except setting them down a little further back than where she’d previously had them presented a new terrain for them to play around with. And in particular, my lips were apparently of the most interest to her curious toes.

Whereas my mom had had a crimson red nail polish painted on her nails, Kali’s were a sparkly ocean blue. She’d gotten a few compliments from her friends in the past few days over how nice her pedicure looked, even going so far as to proudly post a picture on her Instagram story. But none of her followers had any idea how sweat-stained her feet could get after working out. Any kind of beauty that her feet might have had was lost on me as they dominated my face. And it was those same toes that started rubbing against my lips. As if having her feet on my mouth at all wasn’t bad enough, she had to bounce her round little digits against my mouth, while I was squeezing it shut as much as I could, not wanting any of her saltiness to transfer to the body part I was supposed to eat out of. But her toes had realized that they were mushing against a crack, so they slowed down as if to investigate further. They curled downwards, and the tips of her toes began to dig right into the crack that hinted at the rest of my mouth. I fought to keep my lips from ever parting, but her determined feet wouldn’t give up, squirming incessantly against my mouth and demanding to find out what was inside. Be a good boy for Mommy, you can’t do anything, I told myself. You just have to let it happen. So I did.

It was at this moment that I heard the door swing back open, with my mom finally coming back into her office. “Hey,” Kali said, turning around in her seat to greet my mom, her feet pivoting on her heels in the direction she turned, grinding against my forehead. “Welcome back.”

Immediately my mom looked under the desk to see her boss’ bare feet resting on her son’s head, just like she had done. My mom wasn’t sure if Kali was as clueless as she had been, or if she knew about me and still wanted to use me. She didn’t immediately blow up at my mom though, which was good, and that second option seemed extremely unlikely. So my mom just gave her a cautious, weak smile, as she hesitantly made her way back to her desk. She slowly sat back down in her office chair, gathering herself and skimming over her computer screen to remind herself where they had stopped off at. But as soon as she sat down, she smelled a foul presence in the air. Sweaty and sour, she knew without a doubt that it was the other woman’s feet. God, how can Timmy handle that? she wondered, discreetly taking a peek under her desk while Kali wasn’t looking. She could see the sheen of sweat covering the tanned set of feet, and nearly gasped as she watched her boss’ toes play around with my mouth, while rubbing her sweaty soles against my cheek. For a brief second, her feet moved out of the way from over my eyes, and her gaze locked onto the widened, frightened eyes of her boy. Oh my God, how can he handle her doing that to him? And that smell… She nearly retched just from smelling the pungent stench from a distance, so she couldn’t even imagine what it was like for me, with every single ounce of air that I breathed in being filtered through Kali’s slippery, grimy toes and her rancid soles.

“You can take your shoes off again, by the way,” she heard Kali say, causing her to glance back up. Kali hadn’t caught her looking though, she just seemed to have mentioned it independently. “I saw you put them back on before you headed out; I do the same thing all the time, taking them off when I’m alone in my office,” she laughed.

“Oh, that’s OK, I don’t do it all the time,” my mom lied, not wanting to subject me to any further torture.

Kali scoffed at her modesty, “Please Lauren, honestly it’s fine. You really should.” My mom didn’t want to argue with her boss over something so trivial, so she relented and unzipped her shoes. Although since my face was already occupied by someone else, she just had to rest her feet on my stomach instead.

“Anyways,” my mom said, taking a deep breath, ready to get back into their meeting so they could finish up as fast as possible. “So where were we?” I couldn’t believe it; I had thought for some reason that my mom coming back might mean the end of Kali’s feet, yet here they were, still on my face. With my mother’s feet on my chest too. Two pairs of feet, both resting on my body as if it were simply part of the floor. And for my own safety, my mom had to go back to ignoring me again. I could only sit there and wait patiently, my mouth muscles starting to get sore from clamping them shut for so long, and my nose tired from all these hours of abuse.

But eventually, after another full hour of them discussing the next print of the magazine, Kali’s work was done. She slipped her shoes back on and gathered up her things. “OK, I’ll brief Jordan over the details,” Kali said, turning towards the door, and heading back out to retreat to her office. Just like that, she was gone. It was all over

The second I heard the door shut, I let out a massive sigh of relief, taking big, deep breaths in of fresh air. But just like I had worried, Kali’s feet had transferred over so much of her sweat, that my deep breaths were tainted. It obviously wasn’t as bad, but it simply wasn’t possible for me to actually inhale a truly clean bundle of oxygen. Everything had her stain on it.

“Aww honey, I can’t believe you actually got through that,” my mom cooed, proud of me for sticking through it somehow. Just like I knew she’d be. “I could smell her feet from here, I can’t imagine how bad it must’ve been for you up so close like that. You were a real trooper, sweetie.”

“Thanks Mommy,” I said, feeling exhausted despite not having actually done anything. I began to push myself back up again, when my mom pushed back down with her foot, grimacing and tilting her head to the side.

“Um, actually Timmy, I don’t think think you should get up just yet,” she said.

“Wh… what? Why?” I whimpered.

“Oh, honey, I know it’s been hard. But I still can’t risk anybody seeing you, especially after Kali was in here for so long, and after she, well… used you.” I shook my head, not wanting it to be true, as my mom sighed and reluctantly lifted her feet off my chest and moved them back over my head again. “Look on the bright side: if you were able to stand Kali’s feet for the last, what, like hour and a half, maybe two hours. Then you should totally be able to handle my feet instead for a little while longer, hm?” I kept shaking my head, not wanting it to be true, but soon my mom’s soles touched down once more on my face, quelling its side to side movement and keeping me in line once more. “I think a trip to go get some ice cream after all of this sounds fair for all that you’ve had to put up with today,” she said with a smile. “What do you think?”

“Um, o… okay,” I stuttered, still unable to believe my utter lack of luck.

“OK great, then let’s just hang in there for a little bit longer, mkay? You’ve been such a good boy so far.” And then she scooted back in, her face disappearing from sight as she started up on her work again. As I lay beneath her, I couldn’t believe my luck today—but at least her reward sounded good. A couple scoops of ice cream, in exchange for an entire day beneath my mom and her coworkers’ feet.