## A Feet Feat (F+/F)

Post by LordNelson » Mon Aug 10, 2015 3:12 pm

The game ended. The girls left the field. The coach came to the dressing room as she did after every game and practice. She pointed out what the girls had done right and what they had done wrong. Some of the girls sat quietly and listened, others listened while they took their uniforms off and a few didn’t listen at all as they tried to get changed as quickly as possible and get out. And then there was Chelsey.
Chelsey sits off in the corner. It is the best seat from which to see all of the other girls. Chelsey is a lesbian and for her the best part of soccer is watching her teammates in the change room. Some girls strip naked to shower, others to their underwear to change and some just take off their cleats and go home in uniform. No matter what they do she finds each of them attractive in their own way.
Sexy panties, sexy bras, firm athletic bodies, lean muscular legs, it all looks good to Chelsey. She has been watching inconspicuously for years and no one has ever been suspicious. Low cut tank tops, short skirts, spandex shorts, tight jeans, every item of clothing, whether it is coming off or going on sends a shiver of excitement through her.
Best of all is what comes last. Heels, flats, sneakers, flip flops, sandals; for a girl with a foot & shoe fetish this is the dessert after the main course. Nylons, tights, socks or bare foot, Chelsey watches as they are tugged on or off of their pretty feet, as they are squeezed into shoes or pulled out.
Today was the end of a habit that had developed last season and continued into this one. The long socks that matched the uniforms had been worn for three years. Many had holes or tears in them, most would no longer come clean in the wash. The girls had started to wear their own socks. Long ones, short ones, black ones, white ones, thin ones, thick ones. It was to the point where no two pairs matched.
The coach finally got tired of the mismatched hosiery and told the school that they had to buy the girls new socks. They would have them for the next game.
Chelsey enjoyed the variety of the socks as much as the variety of the feet. Today would be her last chance to appreciate the creativity that some of the girls had shown. My Little Pony socks, dad’s work socks, nylon knee highs, all of it would now be history.
The coach finished up her talk and left the room. Now it was Brandy’s turn. As team captain she always had something to add to the coach’s speech.
Chelsey had been waiting for this moment. Brandy is quite possibly the prettiest girl in the school. Big brown eyes, big round boobs and an incredibly sexy mouth. Often when she talked she would gesture and pace to emphasize a point. When her boobs bounced Chelsey couldn’t help but smile. Today Brandy’s topic was not soccer.
‘For two years now we have been the only free spirits in the league. Our socks set us apart from all of the other teams. Even though we worked together as one to win games our socks let us stand apart as individuals. On the field we never had to look up to know who we were playing with, we could tell by the socks. As of today that is over, we are all going to be bland clones.’
‘There is nothing we can do about it. What’s done is done and we can’t change it but we can do something that will make us feel better. We can get even with the person who caused this.’
Brandy turned and pointed at Chelsey. ‘She’s the reason why we’re all going to look the same!’
Chelsey froze. This was crazy. She hadn’t done a thing. Why was Brandy accusing her? Laura and Susan grabbed her arms. Heather reached around from behind and put a hand over Chelsey’s mouth before she could say anything in her own defense.
‘A few weeks ago, after a practice, I noticed that Chelsey was checking out everyone’s socks when we were getting changed. I’ve been keeping an eye on her. She has done it every game and every practice. What other reason could she have? She must have some sort of problem with us not all matching.’
‘I’ll bet it was Chelsey that told coach we should dress more like a team. Well now we can forget about our individuality thanks to her efforts.’
Patricia walked over to face Chelsey. At six feet tall Patricia is the tallest girl on the team. She’s a skinny girl with long blond hair, blue eyes and small boobs. She stood front of Chelsey wearing only a skimpy pink brassiere, matching panties and her red knee socks. Like most of the other girls she deliberately wore a color that wasn’t black or white, the school colors, just to be different.
She pulled off her socks. She rolled one into a ball and when Heather moved her hand Patricia stuffed the sock into Chelsey’s mouth. She had to push and poke but eventually Chelsey’s cheeks bulged as it was forced in. Then she tied a cleave gag with the other sock to keep Chelsey from spitting it out.
Chelsey noticed that Brandy hadn’t said a word to Patricia or the other girls who held her. This had all been planned. “What’s going to happen next?” she thought.
As Patricia stepped aside Stephanie approached. Stephanie, the best player on the team, is a redhead with a freckled face. Chelsey immediately noticed that more than just her face was freckled. Stephanie was dressed in just her soccer shorts and a pair of black nylon knee highs. Her bare chest had a flurry of freckles across her firm breasts.
Stephanie pulled off her nylons. As she did Laura and Susan pulled Chelsey’s arms behind her and crossed her wrists. Stephanie wrapped the first stocking around them three times and then knotted it tightly. Then she wrapped the second stocking around the first six times to cinch it.
Susan and Laura pushed Chelsey out to the center of the room. Brandy nodded at Kelly. She left the room for a moment and returned with a jump rope from the equipment room. Chelsey was pushed face down to the floor. One end of the rope was tied around her ankles. The other was looped around her head over top of the gag to lift her face up from the floor in a hog tie.
Chelsey is no stranger to being bound and gagged. She plays tie up games with her brother Jake quite often. Being tied now with a jump rope reminded her of the first time.
On her seventh birthday she had several friends over for a party. One of the gifts was a long Double Dutch rope. The girls all took turns. After the party and the girls had gone home Chelsey asked Jake, who is a year younger, to play with her. He tied one end of the rope to a tree in the back yard and turned the other end while Chelsey skipped.
‘Now it’s your turn’ she said when she stopped. ‘Boys don’t jump rope’ he told her ‘we have better games to play with it.’ Chelsey was too naïve to see what was coming and fell for his trick. ‘Show me what boys do’ she asked.
He put her back to the tree and with several quick turns he had her arms bound to her sides with one end and her ankles with the other. She wiggled and squirmed but couldn’t get away. ‘Very funny’ she said ‘now let me go or I’ll call mom.’
Jake took the colorful bandanna that was in Chelsey’s hair and turned it into a cleave gag. It wasn’t a proper gag and she could have easily screamed for help but once the knot was tied she discovered something. She liked what he had done to her.
‘Well girls’ said Brandy ‘since this is the last time we get to wear our favorite socks why don’t we give Chelsey a show.’
The girls lined up and each took a turn putting their feet in Chelsey’s face. This was supposed to be torment, payback for Chelsey’s alleged betrayal of her team. What they didn’t know was that Chelsey was in heaven. All of these feet that she had been admiring from a distance were now up close and personal.
Some girls just stood there, some stuck their feet out, some put them so close that Chelsey could have kissed them, and she did want to, if she hadn’t been gagged. Each foot had its own special attraction. For some it was the pretty toes, others the sexy curve of the arch and some it was a nicely rounded heel.
Some were bare, others had socks and a few had shoes on already but the ones that weren’t bare stripped off in front of Chelsey so that she got to see every foot in the room. Other than being falsely accused this was the greatest thing that had ever happened to her.
Then Mary came up. Mary is the shortest player on the team. What she lacked in height she made up for in looks. She was a full figured girl with big curvy hips and a pair of tits that put all the others to shame. Her short blond hair framed a pixie-like face that featured sky blue eyes, a tiny nose and full pink lips. Her best feature, as far as Chelsey was concerned was her legs.
Mary’s thighs were amazing and her calves were incredible but both paled in comparison to her feet. Chelsey found everything about her tiny feet perfect; her heels, her arches, her toes, all were flawless. When she stepped up her black soccer socks were too long for her short legs and went up over her knees to the hem of her shorts.
The black socks looked like the stockings that hookers wear. Mary knew it and she knew the boys liked them. She was very popular. As she stripped off her socks Chelsey was glad that she was lying face down. She could feel her nipples hardening against the cold stone floor. Seeing Mary’s bare feet brought back another memory.
Mary was the only one on the team had been at Chelsey’s eighth birthday party ten years ago. Mom had done all the usual birthday stuff; baked a cake, made hot dogs for lunch and organized the games. At the end of the party she did something different. She laid a big poster sized piece of paper on the floor and set up some colorful paints and a brush.
The girls, in their pretty party dresses and tights, lined up. Each girl removed her tights and mom painted the soles of her feet. She would then press their feet onto the paper leaving a foot print. Afterwards she had them step into a big basin of warm water and she washed their feet and then dried them off with a soft fluffy towel.
Chelsey watched, she was to go last, the center of the poster was reserved for the Party Girl. As she waited her turn she thought to herself “My friends have pretty feet.”
Years later when Chelsey heard the term “foot fetish” for the first time she remembered that poster and she remembered how her mom had lovingly created it. It was then that she realized her mom had a foot fetish. Chelsey didn’t think it was kinky or weird or creepy. The first though she had was “Wow, I have a foot fetish too, just like my mom.”
Mary’s tiny feet were still perfect and she actually pressed her big toe against the tip of Chelsey’s nose. Chelsey wanted to grab it in her mouth and suck it but her current situation prevented it. After Mary the last few girls took their turns and then it was over.
Brandy came over. She was dressed in a short black skirt, a red tank top and black pantyhose with a pair of red kitten heeled pumps. ‘Someone should untie her’ she said ‘if the janitor finds her in her like this she’ll probably call the cops.’
Brandy walked out of the change room followed by most of the team. Mary, having been Chelsey’s friend for so many years, stayed to untie her. ‘You didn’t really ask the coach to get us new socks did you?’ she asked.
‘I swear it wasn’t me’ answered Chelsey ‘I think Brandy is losing her mind.’
Mary grabbed her gym bag and left leaving Chelsey all alone in the room. Chelsey took a quick shower and got dressed. As she left the change room Brandy was waiting in the hall.
‘Sorry about that. I know it wasn’t you but when coach said she was making us get rid of our personal socks a lot of the team was really pissed off. As captain I had to do something to get their spirits up again. I thought that if we pulled together and did something crazy it would cheer everyone up.’
‘But why did you pick on me?’ asked Chelsey.
‘You’re always the quietest one in the change room. I needed to set up somebody who wouldn’t make a big fuss. I’m really sorry if I hurt your feelings but don’t worry, after practice tomorrow I’ll tell everybody that you were in on it with me so that they don’t have any hard feelings towards you.’
Chelsey was still quite excited about what had happened and in a very forgiving mood. ‘It’s okay’ she said ‘I’m a big girl, I can take it.’
‘Would you like to go to the cafeteria with me?’ asked Brandy. ‘I’d like to buy you an ice cream.’
‘Sure’ said Chelsey ‘that would be nice.’
‘I have a confession to make’ said Brandy ‘I wish it had been me on the floor, I have a bit of a foot fetish. Do you know what that is?’
‘I think I’ve heard about it’ replied Chelsey with a smile as she got over the shock of Brandy’s comment ‘maybe you can tell me more about it over the ice cream.’
Brandy put her arm in Chelsey’s as they walked down the hall.
‘Oh by the way’ she said ‘while I’m in a confessing mood, I’m a lesbian, are you okay with that?’

### Re: A Feet Feat (F+/F)

Post by Jammack » Tue Sep 01, 2015 10:39 pm

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