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“Yeah, that’s right, just keep staring at my feet you little freak. Only take a couple secs to load the app. There we are. Ready to be mine in ways you never could imagine? ‘Course you are.” *click” “One more foot humper to add to my collection.”
I heard the ding of the text message. Before even unlocking my phone I knew who it was. I sighed seeing a photo from Jonathan showing off his nasty dirty feet again. I knew that meant he was on his way over to turn me into one of his smelly socks once again. Last month I was struggling financially, so I borrowed some money from the petty cash at work. I had been working extra shifts so I was going to pay it back in a few weeks…but Jonathan the security guard caught me on camera. He threatened to turn me in unless I agreed to his demands. I couldn’t afford to lose my job so I agreed. I thought he’d make me his slave or something but it was so much worse. The first time he texted me, I went over to his place and he asked me to strip, then he pulled out some weird device and before I could move there was a zap. My whole body froze and it was like getting hit with a taser. My body jerked and the room spun around me, everything rushed up around me as I shrunk. My body melted and folded as my body transformed from skin to fabric my insides hollowing out. Until I was just a black sock laying on his floor. I learned first hand that he doesn’t wash his feet before he forces me to swallow down his foot and transform. I am considering turning myself in just to stop having to do this….but I don’t think he will let me stop. If I don’t have a job…he may never turn me back.
Fuck, I’d beg to be his sock fulltime!!
“Come on slave lick my sweaty feet, between my toes and every inch of my soles before I take a shower. I know you’ll do a lot better job in making sure my feet are spotless without a trace of sweat and dirt. Now get to it!”
Go ahead, what are you waiting for? Kiss my ass. I told you already: the only way I’ll let you start hanging out with my friends and me is if you start kissing my ass. You just said that wouldn’t be a problem. So go ahead, do it.
Oh, you thought I meant figuratively? Well I did, actually, but I meant literally as well. You want to hang out with my friends and me? Then I want you to kiss my ass in every way. Not just figuratively, not just literally, both.
Make sure it isn’t just some lame peck either. If you want to hang out with us, show me that you’re really ready to start brown nosing. You can even tell me more about how smart, talented, and sexy I am while you’re back there. Really make me believe you’re ready to have your head up my ass. The only way I’m bringing a skid mark like you along with me is if I can honestly tell the other guys that I felt sorry for you after you begged me, on your knees, with my butt in your face.
So you thought you’d call for help, huh? Did you really think my brother would be so careless, leaving you alone and giving you the opportunity to use a phone, if it wasn’t on purpose? You might recognize my voice by the way, since I was the person that answered and told you help was on the way. Bet you panicked like crazy waiting for it to show up, huh? I bet you got all stressed out thinking it was coming, and then felt relief when it didn’t and my brother didn’t seem to know.
Well, guess what? He knows moron, he just didn’t want it to interfere with your evening chores. He knows how completely and totally you failed your test. That’s right, now you’re getting it. Pretty pathetic how you go all weak and fall to your knees like that, but down there is where you belong anyway.
Recognize that you’re experiencing the exact same stress you were before. That’s what it feels like when you try to disobey. Now I know you want to beg, and serve, and make it up to my brother. Don’t worry, you’ll get your chance, but before that happens I’m going to punish you.
That’s right, I’m going to punish you. I’ve had a stressful day, and that shit you pulled really pissed me off. I’m going to make sure that you remember who’s responding when you call for help. If it’s not me, it’s going to be superior men like me, and like my brother of course. By law all your calls are recorded, but I had a buddy of ours fill out a report saying he stopped by and that you were pulling a kinky sex prank.
You’ll be pleased to know he let you off with a warning this time, but if it happens again you might spend a few nights getting slammed in the slammer. But don’t worry, after I’m through with you you’ll be scared to even look at a phone. You’ll know exactly what happens when you try to act without my brother’s permission. He’s the one in charge here, not you, and nothing will change that. Now crawl on your hands and knees and follow me to the basement so I can make sure you don’t forget it.
Their was nothing you could do but watch as your brother tuned your two best friends into socks. Now after almost a month of continuous wear on his feet he shows you what happened to them. He takes great pride in tormenting you with how much his feet have ruined your once human best friends, turning them to trash on his smelly feet. He likes to tease you with them by rubbing them into your face and telling you that maybe you’ll be next and how nice a sock you would make.
Jason sat back putting his feet up on the table relaxing after a hard workout. His feet were sore from the 5 miles he had just run before doing some weight training. His feet stunk of the sweat and old leather of his running shoes.
What Jason was completely unaware of was that his socks were squirming trying to get off his big feet. While they felt and looked like normal socks, they were in fact his step-brothers Jack and Colin. And their squirming was nothing more than some faint undetectable vibrations. The two had been snooping through Jason’s bedroom looking for some pot and cash. They found a hidden drawer on his nightstand, and opened it thinking they found Jason’s secret stash. Inside was the transformation reality machine that Jason had been working on. Without thinking they moved it to see if something was below it and set it off. Colin and Jack had no time to react when with a flash they fell to the floor as a pair of black socks.
They laid on the ground for hours before Jason finally came home from classes. Deciding to go for a workout, he hunted around the room for clean or mostly clean work out clothes, and happened on the two hapless socks that had just a few moments earlier been his step brothers. Jason sniffed them and decided they were clean and pulled them onto his feet. His brothers screaming as he pulled on his smelly running shoes. Both trapped inside the shoes now as he walks down the road to the gym.
Jason wore his step-brothers for a week of working out hard. After that he decides to use them as cum rags for a bit. He likes the smell his sweat and his spunk make together. He wipes up his loads and tosses the socks under the bed. Colin and Jack try screaming for help but it is no use. It seems no one even knows they are missing at this point. What they didn’t realize is the transformation machine makes people forget about those that changed…except the one who did the change, and unfortunately for them…they are both socks under Jason’s bed getting crusty from his cum.
Oh your looking for your boyfriend don’t worry i’m sure you will be reunited very soon after all who wants to break up a pair
Sorry bro I told you if i caught you using my Xbox again you’d have to spend the week on my foot as a smelly ankle sock. Now get ready because your spending today soaking up my sweat as i skate about town and who knows maybe at the end of the week ill promote you to cum sock
Did you hear that? He doesn’t think I have complete control over you. Look into my eyes, see my power, you know that I am in complete control. You’re going to do whatever I say. You’re going to take that next step and worship me in public for the first time.
Start off by kissing my feet. Then you’ll lick the bottom of my shoe. After that you’ll show him your protector. Make sure you keep explaining my superiority and your devotion as we go. I know you’re ready for this, look into my eyes, you’re going to do it.
I blinked as the hood was removed from my head, trying to adjust to the first sunlight I had seen in days. I looked around: I definitely wasn’t free. I was surrounded by tall concrete walls, with only a few heavy metal doors leading in and out of the enclosure. The area was empty except for the chair and for him. My knees were already hurting from kneeling on the concrete, but I didn’t dare stand in his presence.
“Welcome,” He drawled lazily, “I am the Prince of this realm. You may call me Your Majesty, Your Lordship, My Lord, or simply Prince. You’ll find that I am easy to please, and easy to disappoint. For instance, it would please me to have you kiss my shoe, and I am disappointed you haven’t already.
“Which shoe?” He laughed, “I’ll let you decide. I’m sure whichever you chose will be pleasing, or perhaps it will be disappointing. I am disappointed by your hesitation, however, you will be punished for that. Now please me by crawling over here right now. Kiss my shoe and find out if your choice will cause you to suffer more or less.”
Fags be desperate… for the foot sweat of Real Men!
You hear that? From now on if you want out of your cage I’m the one you’ll be asking. Since I’m straight and I have a girlfriend you won’t be able to seduce me into letting you out. The only path to release for you is to serve your man like I know he deserves. That means I’ll be the one judging how well you’re taking care of him on every level.
I admit that I also wouldn’t hate it if you started doing a few favors for me too, non-sexual of course, and it certainly won’t hurt your chances of getting unlocked. I’ve heard what you think of me: the part about you liking my body but disliking my attitude. According to your - well, I guess in this circumstance he’s your Master - your opinion of me is something we can work on. Being held in chastity isn’t the only one of your weird fetishes that he told me about. That’s right, I know all now, and I won’t hesitate to use that knowledge in order to change your opinion of me.
Now, demonstrate for me how you greet a man that has access to his cock and knows you don’t have access to yours. Do you do that standing up or down on your hands and knees? Are you supposed to be looking a man like that in the eye, or starring down at his feet? I know you got off last night, but if you’re anything like me you’re already feeling a little horny again. If I were you I wouldn’t wait until you’re feeling very horny to begin behaving like you want access to your cock again.
Everytime you lay on the ground, you ask me to step on your face? You like my feet in your face that much bro?
Taping up your pretty mouth
I was trying to look at their eyes, I really was, but for some reason I couldn’t do it. My eyes kept drifting downwards. First I’d gaze at their big, masculine bulges. Then I’d lick my lips while looking at their dirty shoes. I managed to glance back up, they were smiling, but this only repeated the process.
Now my glances below their waists were lasting a lot longer than my glances above their waists. They knew, they had to know, but I couldn’t look away. I couldn’t keep my eyes off their magnificent bulges and powerful feet.
“On your knees,” I heard one of them say. I didn’t know which one, I couldn’t look up to see. All I could do was look at their lower halves as I fell to the ground.
