“You’ll catch flies if you keep this up,” she said in a detached tone, her voice sweet, just grave enough to convey authority naturally, yet high enough to sound distinguished and feminine.
As though it were the most natural thing in the world, she raised her right foot into a point, placed her toes delicately beneath my chin, and pushed my mouth closed.
Had she just… touched my face with her foot? My core clenched at the ghostly sensation of her clammy warmth beneath my chin. I felt… used. How could she… How could I let myself be degraded like this by a girl I didn’t even know… and feel… something from it? Shame, humiliation. And still, I couldn’t say a word.
The girl gave me a gentle smile, the kind one reserves for a Lillipup that has behaved itself. She lowered her foot back onto my lap and nudged my hands expectantly, though I was too confused and flustered to realise what she wanted. My face was burning, and I couldn’t look her in the eyes. The awkward silence stretched between us for a moment longer before she sighed, drawing my eyes back to her face, albeit for a fleeting glance.
I froze. She looked… disappointed? Maybe even a little annoyed. I-I didn’t know what to do and attempted to stammer out an apology. Before I could even realise what was happening, the ball of her foot was sealing my mouth.
“Shush. Just use your hands, darling. What you were doing earlier was rather pleasant,” she ordered, her smile replaced by an unreadable stare.
She left her foot where it was for what seemed like another minute. Long enough that I had to inhale, my nose pressed slightly beneath her socked toes. The scent that made its way into my brain was… confusing. I thought of popcorn, with just an added hint of tangy sourness and the sweet undertones of honey. I… My breath hitched, and I inhaled again, more deeply. I was… losing it. The shame and humiliation burned deep within me, and yet here I was, accepting it, letting her press her sweaty foot against my mouth and nose, smelling her feet. How ridiculous was I? I-I felt truly worthless.
And still, my core twitched and clenched as tears formed, stinging the corners of my eyes.
Then she smiled again and placed her foot back on my lap, nudging my hands once more, prompting me to caress her feet lightly and absent-mindedly. What else could I have done? I said nothing and looked down in shame while she sighed and visibly relaxed.
With my eyes fixed downwards in embarrassment, I found myself with little to look at besides the stranger’s feet in my lap. My eyes were drawn to her ankles again, the only parts of her skin that remained uncovered. Her skin was a slightly warm, creamy white and looked ridiculously soft. Then again, I expected a rich young lady to have the means to take good care of herself.
Her narrow tendons, beautifully shaped ankle bones, and visible veins made it obvious that she was slim and rather delicate, even though her calves suggested she clearly wasn’t a sloth, either. I hadn’t dared take the time to look at her body, too afraid of being caught doing so, but I could only imagine, from the little I’d seen, how gorgeous her proportions must be. Her feet weren’t all that long, though my small hands made them seem so, which suggested she was taller than me, but probably not taller than average. However, they were somewhat flatter than I would have expected. Not Quaxly feet, mind you, but still different… kinda… cute?
Arceus, what was I thinking… These were another girl’s feet, not…
A-and her toes, though still encased in their socks, seemed… nice. They had a beautiful rounded shape, with only the slightest imperfection: either her fourth toe or her little toe seemed just a little out of proportion, breaking the circular shape at the very end.
For some reason, my thoughts turned to my own feet. I was arguably small, maybe even underdeveloped. I’d certainly been mocked enough for that at school. But I could at least say I had perfect feet. Some boy in my class had told me that over and over again, and it had been very awkward, too. My feet were a rounded shape too, although slightly straighter than hers, but my toes were flawlessly proportioned…
“Do you really like them that much?” the girl asked, sounding genuinely surprised, though amusement shone in her eyes.
My head sprang up, and I started stuttering. “N-no… I-it’s not… I-I don’t…”
“But you’ve been staring at them for ages now,” she cut in.
I couldn’t quite tell whether her accusation contained any mockery. It probably did, though… They always did, I thought to myself.
The girl tilted her head slightly, smiling, and lifted her left foot in front of my face. “Since you’ve been taking such good care of them, I’ll allow you to take my socks off,” she said, her voice low and inviting.
I gulped. My core clenched. I-I hadn’t actually wanted that. I… I didn’t care for her feet, I told myself. B-but the heat between my legs and the confusion in my mind belied something I didn’t want to admit. I wasn’t a toy… I wasn’t… Yet my heart raced at the thought of her doing whatever she liked with me right now.
Though she waited patiently for me to fight my inner battle, I could see her calf and thigh trembling slightly from the strain as time went on. The thought of being the source of her discomfort overrode what little self-consciousness I had left, and I reached out to take her sock off, only for her to bat my hand away with her foot.
“Tut-tut,” she said, clicking her tongue.
I looked at her in confusion. Even though she was sitting lazily beside me, I felt as though she were looking down on me from above. Her entire demeanour radiated confidence and authority, making me feel small. Smaller than I already was.
“With your mouth,” she said in a tone that brooked no questions, adding a little tap of her toes against my lips for emphasis.
I froze, looking at her as though she’d grown horns. W-was this girl for real? I-I didn’t even know her name, and she wanted me to take off her socks with my mouth… on a train, in public. B-but I hadn’t resisted her at all so far, either… This was my fault, too. I should draw the line, I realised. This was going too far…
My core clenched again.
And yet… I felt… warm and fuzzy, as though I were experiencing vertigo. She was beautiful, and elegant, and authoritative… and I-I wanted to do what she told me to. I didn’t know why, but I wanted her to look at me like this more. I’d… I’d do what she told me to if she kept paying attention to me.
I moved forwards, bringing my mouth to her ankle and parting my lips. I tried to catch the edge of her sock with my teeth, but I couldn’t do so without risking a bite. I drew back, looking at the edge of her sock as it embraced her ankle just below her ankle bones. There was a gap, the smallest gap, between her ankle bone and tendon. Her foot was so delicate that the taut band of her sock’s edge left a gap I could exploit. I positioned my head above her raised foot and extended my tongue, touching the delicate skin of her ankle as I tried to slip it into the gap.
Oh, Arceus, what in the world was I doing? Almost licking a random girl’s foot in an attempt to take her sock off with my mouth, and all I could think about was how soft her skin was and… the taste. There was just a touch of saltiness, but otherwise it tasted… good… right.
After a few desperate attempts, my mind spiralling out of control, I managed to catch the edge of the sock between my teeth, just barely. Then, at last, I pulled it off her foot.
I didn’t even get a chance to see, let alone smell, her bare foot before she put it down and raised the other one.
“Go on.”
Her right foot wasn’t positioned so that I could use the same trick. However, I had easier access to the back of her foot and its narrow tendon. I placed my lips around it as though I were about to bite, but carefully caught the fabric between my teeth instead. This sock came off much more easily.
I looked at her proudly, a smile adorning my face while her sock still dangled from my mouth. My mind was completely shutting out the utter humiliation I’d just endured. She stared at me, seemingly both befuddled and enchanted, and chuckled softly. Before she could say anything, however, the arrival announcement resounded throughout the train.
A flash of what I could only interpret as regret crossed the girl’s face, though she quickly composed herself again. She grabbed the sock still hanging from my mouth and, to my surprise, smelled it.
Her face scrunched up, and she scoffed. “Do you really like this?” With a sigh, she took the second sock and carefully folded the pair together, paying particular attention to keeping the toes, the smelliest part, towards the centre of the little bundle. “What’s your name, cutie?”
Surprised that she cared enough to ask for my name, I stuttered in reply, “I-it’s Lau-Lau-Laurie.”
She laughed at that, bringing another wave of heat to my cheeks.
“Well, Lau-Lau-Laurie,” she said mockingly. They always did in the end. “Mine’s Charlotte.”
Charlotte sat up straight and quickly pulled on her shoes, still sockless. I realised then that I hadn’t even got a proper look at her bare feet. That thought made me blush even harder. It didn’t matter, after all, did it?
Before standing up, she looked me over as though searching for something.
“Open your mouth,” she then commanded.
I shamefully complied.
The beautiful Charlotte then slipped the little bundle of her worn socks into my mouth with a smile.
“Something to remember me by.”
Then she stood up, stepped past me, and gave me one last wink before leaving the train, her hips swaying mesmerisingly as she walked away.
I sat there, at a complete loss for words, while the other passengers stood and left, none of them paying the stunned little girl with a gag of dirty socks any mind.
What in the world had just happened to me? I wondered.
The only answer came from my core, clenching repeatedly, whether I wanted it to or not.