Best Of Friends: The Recap!! (PART 1) 🫶🏻 My roommate Myles ..

Best Of Friends: The Recap!! (PART 1) 🫶🏻 My roommate Myles is also my best friend! I know what you boys on here are thinking: Guys and girls CANNOT be “Friends!” But truthfully, you’re only really half right about that, aren’t you? It’s you boys and you’re often eager, over-excited cocks, that have 99% of the trouble when it comes to being “friends” with a woman! We don’t have nearly as much trouble being friends with you guys, that’s why we pretty much coined and implemented the term “Friend zoned.” In all fairness, it’s not accurate to say that I’ve completely friend zoned Myles at all times though... We’ve been best of friends for years and years (since we met in high school) and we’ve definitely had at least few sexual adventures and exploits together since then! I mean, he’s not bad to look at, and he does have a pretty huge penis LOL! It’s a bit selfish and a tiny bit evil of me, but during some of the more terrible break-ups and periods of my life, I’ve definitely used him (and it) as a yummy source of “Stress relief”, while maintaining the stance that we don’t date and stay best friends instead. Why jeopardize such an amazing thing, when we could be “friends with benefits” from time to time and enjoy the best of both worlds right?! I don’t feel THAT bad about it though. It’s not like he didn’t love every minute of those “breaks” in our otherwise steadily plutonic friendship, especially because it gave him the chance to flex his often “longing for a lick” foot fetish! Yea, we literally tell each other everything, so I’ve known all about his foot fetish for years! He told me all about it way back in high school! Back then I thought it was pretty funny and took it pretty lightly, I mean, how turned on and hot and bothered can you really get by feet? They’re just feet right?! I remember when he told me, we were at my house on the couch, and thinking it was a joke or something, I slowly slipped my socks off (pretending to be all “seductive” about it) and propped my feet on his lap! It was in that moment that I realized, not only was he NOT joking about this “foot fetish” thing, but feet really did make him VERY hot and bothered! Long story short (because dear readers, we have a very large journey to embark on together) I quickly learned not to take his love for feet too lightly, if I was to expect him to respect being friend zoned as my “best friend.” (I wasn’t nearly as kinky and devious back than as I am now, so at that point, I was years away from realizing the gold mine of a foot pet and sex slave I was truly sitting on…) Much more on that soon! I learned ALL about the foot fetish thing that day, with my feet on his lap, while getting an amazing foot rub! I not only learned that for him, it was all about the “Soles” of feet, but that the soles of my feet were particularly incredible?! I knew I had “nice” feet, even back then, but wouldn’t have been able to explain why like he did that day! Apparently soft, pink, creamy, ticklish, slightly wrinkled soles with moderately high arches are a foot fetish guys dream come true? Who woulda known! I also learned that day about his cock for the very first time! I learned that it’s quite large, and particularly fun to suck! What? He got rock hard touching and rubbing my feet, so don’t judge me for enjoying the situation in my own way! I told him that I felt bad for not taking him seriously, getting him “All rilled up” and that just this once, I could remedy the situation for him after he was done rubbing my feet! He went beat red in the face and his dick like, pounded into the heels of my feet when I said it, but I don’t think he actually believed me until I flipped over and unzipped his jeans! I had my feet up in the air behind me so that he could look at my soles while I did it, and sucked that big, beautiful penis until he came all over my parents living room couch and had to clean it up! That’s just a little fun back story about us that you can rub one out to if you wanna, because after that, things really did get tame for quite a long time! I really liked having him as a friend I could count on, and respected the power of my feet around him, often making sure to wear socks to make it easier on him visually. Eventually, life happened and we both started semi-serious relationships, him then having a steady pair of cute feet to keep him occupied in that department, and me then having a semi-decent dick to enjoy in that department, but we always stayed close like two peas in a pod! I often felt like he was the brother I never had and the best guy friend any girl would be happy to have! The years went by like they do, but we always kept in touch, always stayed super close, and always worked as each others strongest support system. There for each other in the good times and bad. Through break ups, disappointments, failures and successes, we shared that stuff together like family!! There were a few casual days in our late university years, when he would come to visit and we fucked like animals for the odd weekend here and there! By then, he had really come to respect that I didn’t want to get into a relationship, and jeopardize the true friendship we had built. Again, I wasn’t so devious yet to realize it, but I already had him well underway in training him for the pet and toy he would later become! We also attended different universities in different cities, so the distance always made it easier to not cross into that “dating” realm and remain best of friends. We both finished school and once again life happened, taking us further on our separate ways and journey, but like always, no matter the distance, we stayed in touch and close. We would face time, snap each other and text back and fourth multiple times in any given week, so it honestly felt like the support system we had for each other never got changed by any of the miles between us! By the time he moved to my city, and we decided to be roommates, it had been quite a few years since we had done anything naughty or sexual with each other, and things felt more plutonic than ever. Truthfully, outside of poking fun at his foot fetish, by telling him that I’d have to go back to wearing socks all the time again, I didn’t have much worry or thought towards any sexual issues coming up if we did move in together! The move happened pretty quick actually. The decision was finalized that he was moving here for the job offer, and my 3 bedroom townhouse was more than big enough to share! We would also be able to make life SO much easier on each other, by splitting rent and bills together, so that being able to save money for trips and stuff would become a legit thing I could do! Plus, he was a roommate I knew inside and out, so besides needing to wear socks all the time again, it was a total win, win! We were living together for a month when it happened. What happened? Honestly, at the point it happened, I wasn’t sure if anything actually did happen! Everything was going so chill and we were both genuinely happy that we had decided to move in together. Not only was the sexual tensions of the path being totally respected by him, but I even forgot to wear socks a few times when he was around, and outside of him grinning like a goof and telling me that my “Soles were still just as ridiculously perfect as ever.” He remained completely calm and didn’t dive into my feet like he used to. Okay, in all fairness I used to demand he rub my feet all the time lol! I would tell him “Might as well put how much of a pervert he is to good use!” (Especially after long days when my soles were super soft and sensitive from being barefoot in converse all day! Those rubs and worships felt particularly amazing!!) Still, despite some of our naughty and questionable “friend” habits of the past, things seemed quite sexually under control, so it caught me completely off guard when I went to bed still in my socks one night and woke up barefoot! I can’t tell you with complete certainty that I didn’t take them off when I went to bed. I LOVE sleep time, so it’s definitely possible that I was so cozy and sleepy after reading, that I slipped them off and forgot about it, but I swear they were still on my feet when I went to bed… Maybe if I didn’t have that random and insanely erotic dream about Myles and I last night, that also just so happened to involve my feet, I might be less inclined to think he had something to do with it! The dream? Kinda a sex whirlwind dream, but I dreamed we had very hot, loud sex, and he licked my soles and sucked my toes while we did! (I was on my back, legs up in the air, soles to the ceiling…) Seems like a pretty strange coincidence that I had that dream AND my socks were off when I woke up! Like, maybe he took them off while I was sleeping and worshipped my feet, prompted the erotic dream to start? The bottoms of my feet are hot spots for me… So I lay there that morning, socks mysteriously on the floor at the foot of my bed, turning it over and over in my brain… And I kept coming back to one solution. One obvious, but naughty way to find out for sure if he had anything to do with it. If he was behind this riddle in the dark, and if he was, would I be allowing my soft, sensitive, gorgeous soles to be back on his menu again? ***** I had a plan. It wasn’t exactly “formulated” yet, I would need to find the right moment for it, but I had a plan and it was mean. It was subtle, but naughty. It was devious, it was beyond “foot flirty” and it could have the power to change things in our house together for good. Truth is, I wasn’t afraid of the change I was picturing… I was actually excited! A little nervous, a little tentative, but surprised at my own excitement for it! As if I had already embraced its outcome before it happened and knew what would happen when I did put my “plan” into action! A big part of the excitement actually started right there that morning in bed, as I lay there wondering when the perfect opportunity would present itself! Right, you need to know what I was cooking up don’t you? I wasn’t gonna ask him about it at all. I wasn’t gonna be like, “Hey Myles, you wouldn’t happen to know anything about the mysterious disappearance of my socks last night would ya? Strangest thing babes, I went to bed with them on and woke up to find ‘em on the floor at the foot of my bed! Weird huh??” I could have easily done that, and he totally would have spilled the beans, but in the month since he had moved in with me, something was growing in me… There was a need, a desire, a fire growing in me for him. Not just in a meaningful emotional way, but in a dirty, kinky, addictive way! I found myself thinking more and more about how he had always been so ready, so willing, so excited to worship every inch of me! Wether it was licking the soles of my feet, worshipping my pussy all night, or fucking my brains out when I told him too, back in those whirlwind university days, I had something so special in him and all I could think about was how I wasted it! I had a man who would literally drop to his knees and lick the very soles I walk on no matter what! Maybe they were hot and sweaty from teaching hot yoga. Maybe I had a stupid long day in heels and nylons, and my buttery soft, sensitive soles could use a long tongue massage… Back then, when I told him to worship my feet on those days, he would first lovingly lick and kiss my feet still in my nylons, which always felt strangely amazing, then he would peel them off and tend to my bare soles! THAT always sent shivers up my spine!! How had I not taken advantage of it more?! How had I not utterly abused it? Controlled him, owned him, ensnared his every thought and fantasy until he was dedicated to serving me! How had I let my love and dedication to our friendship allow me to miss out on having a genuine foot pet and sex toy at my beck and call?! I was excited because I knew I was going to change that… It was there, that morning in bed, when I heard him down in the living room playing our Nintendo, and my plan formulated itself!! My plan was to candidly, innocently, but purposefully present him with my beautiful, pampered feet and watch him unravel! At which point, it would just be a matter of riding the ride and seeing where it takes me. Where it takes us. Him doing his usual “flaked out on the floor playing Nintendo” presented the perfect opportunity! If he was where I assumed he was, and he was, sitting on the floor in his usual spot, I would go down and sit myself on the couch to watch him play like I so often do. Only this time, this time I would need to get more comfortable, and his shoulder looks like the perfect height for a foot rest… I legit had butterflies in my tummy as I tip toed down the stairs, said good morning and sat in my usual spot on the couch. Thinking back to it, it’s so hilarious and almost embarrassing now, but I almost chickened out from the whole thing! It wasn’t that I didn’t want to anymore! I just had a lot of emotions bouncing around in me! Love, lust, random thoughts of BDSM and femdom that had been growing in desire over the last few years… These were things I had wanted to try, but at this point in my life had only ever watched/enjoyed with my vibrator in private! I knew I wanted to intoxicate him. Own his mind, own his heart and own his cock, but other than just making it up as I went along, I had no idea how to actually “do it.” Guess if I don’t prop my soft, pretty feet (covered purposefully in my thick, fluffy moccasin slippers) up on his shoulder I’ll never find out… ***** I knew it in my heart right away! I knew it the moment that I put my slippered feet on his shoulder that morning and watched him instantly melt into “mine.” The moment I started slipping one of those hot, fuzzy moccasins off - The warm, intoxicating scent of my satin, wrinkled arches over taking him! I knew it. I knew that all of my curiosities and fascinations with bondage, femdom and sensual domination, that I had only ever enjoyed in private with my dildo’s and vibrators, was one of the worst sexual deprivations I had EVER submitted myself to! I had the perfect toy right here! I had always had him! For years and years, I had someone wrapped right around my fingers and toes who would do anything and everything I could ever want sexually! After all of these years of letting our sexual potential lie dormant in defence of our “brother and sister” like connection, the dam had broken - My dam had broken! It was in the moment he took that first, long, loving sniff of my bare heel, as I freed it from that slipper! In that moment he planted that first kiss, as if it had been the only thing he had wanted for years! He was mine, I knew it, and the days of secretly enjoying my kinks and fantasies were over! I would become the star of my OWN sexuality and desires, and he would come to learn how to make sure I get that, by serving me however and whenever I feel! I have 2 full drawers chalked full of naughty, dirty things! Ropes, blindfolds, cuffs, spreader bars, dildo’s vibrators, feathers and all the naughty lingerie a girl could dream of and I was going to enjoy putting ALL of them to use! I also had the hot’s for being watched and heard! To film myself breaking down a horny man, or to fuck so loud with all the windows wide open, that everyone in the neighbourhood would hear me moaning!! That fantasy seemed like something to build towards lol, but there were plenty of stepping stones to enjoy along the way! As he had laid there naked on the floor, covered in his own cum and panting happily into my soft, wrinkled arches, I told him that if we’re gonna be naughty like this, it’s not just gonna be all about him!! A girls got fantasies and needs too you know, and if you’re gonna get these pretty feet of mine on the regular, you’re also gonna do what I want on the regular! I decided he would start by going into my drawer, pulling out the blindfold, putting it on and sitting on the floor beside my bed! He had gotten very hot for my feet, resting on his shoulder like that the other morning, and I had an outfit I had been longing to put to “proper” use… He couldn’t see what I had put on, but based on his melted reaction when my nylon soles graced his hungry face, he knew. He knew I was wearing some kind of nylons, and I got off on the fact that he could only imagine how sexy they were! I had thought about making him keep the blindfold on the entire time, but I was really just curious to see how I felt about him in it… If I liked it, I had much more “hands on” scenarios in mind that would be utilizing that blindfold on him! And I very much DID like it. It suited him! I didn’t let him see my feet in those nylons that day… (He would be getting ample opportunity to eye fuck, sniff and lick my hot, sweaty nylons soles after long work days in future!) But I did let him take it off so he could see my bare soles as he worshipped them! I had been going barefoot in my comfy converse kicks pretty much all day, everyday that week, and for some reason they always make my feet insanely soft!? Would have been a shame to waste how soft, pink and pretty they looked right?! He was sniffing, kissing, licking and caressing my sexy, sensitive feet as if he already belonged to me, and I realized there was little need for much more “baby steps” in this… Was it already time to introduce him to my bed ties? After all, he was gonna be spending A LOT of time with them… Ah yes, I forgot! The late night mystery of my disappearing socks!! Before he and my bed ties can become friends, I think I’d like to address that now answered mystery, by showing him the “correct” way he will be Worshipping my feet in bed from now on! ***** There’s a “right” and “wrong” way to worship my feet when I’m in bed! Gone, are any and all nights of him sneaking into my bedroom in the dead of night to have his way with my feet! Nope! His first foot perv lesson as my pet, was to set the record unmistakably straight, as to when & how the correct time to worship my heavenly feet in bed is! Obviously that is NOT while I am fast asleep and can’t benefit from it! As a matter of fact, the only times he would be worshipping my feet in bed, isn’t when I am asleep, but as a means to put me to sleep! Him worshipping my perfect feet is not about him, it’s about me. He already wins enough just getting to smell, taste and feel them on a daily basis! Especially on nights like these, when I allow him the remarkable treat of worshipping my feet to sleep after a full week at work consistently going barefoot in my converse sneakers! He would be learning to put his foot fetish to good use, to proper use, and that meant using it to relax me into jelly BEFORE bed, NOT during it. To Be Continued... xoxo -Gwen 👸🏼💋