AbsoluteZero92

All charakters are over 18 and fictitious Pictures from: GigaBaka Lillie knelt naked in front of her mother, who sat stolidly on her bed and looked down at her daughter, from whom she had taken everything. „Mom, please, you don't have to do this. It's not too late,“ Lillie explained, afraid of her mother and the situation. She didn't even look her mother in the eye as her mother's pale and sweaty feet drew her attention. „But I'm happy to do it.“ Lusamine told her daughter, smiling darkly, before punishing her illicit words with a kick to her daughter's face. The wet foot slapped on impact, not only making Lillie feel the disgusting foot sweat for a moment, but also flinging the kneeling girl right backwards, where she fell ungracefully onto her back. „Did you think you could have stopped me with that pathetic trainer? The boy is lucky to be dead, but you're not getting off easy for your treachery.“ Lusamine spoke with a coldness and sadism that frightened the

Somewhere in a mystical, magical, impossible, amazing, wonderful world where YOU are NOT a disgusting foot loving degenerate… You have just arrived home from doing whatever it is you fill your days with, whether that be work or school or some other meaningless toil, regardless of what it was you were terribly tired and simply ready to enter the black void of sleep. So you began wandering off towards your bedroom, walking along until a sudden thoughtful “Hmmm” came from behind. You quickly spin around only to be met with the sight of a smirking young lad whom was clad in what appeared to be a…yellow boy scout uniform? “You look a little wimpy and pathetic…so yea! You're perfect!” The stranger very enthusiastically says just as your eyes detected some concerning details of his appearance. “Perfect? Wait wait, are those cat ears?” You demand with great confusion, your eyes then open wide. “And are those swastikas on your shirt? What the fu-” “Wimpy, pathetic AND detail oriented? Mein gott, you're gonna do great!” The grinning blonde announces as he takes devious steps towards you. “Now then, if this is gonna work I'm gonna have to touch you so…” “W-what is even happening?” You ask with clear nervousness and you swiftly receive a quick answer as the home-intruder squats down, swings his leg and knocks your own legs out from below you which quickly sends you crashing down onto your back. “Oh yes, yes, how rude of me to not introduce myself…” The lad snickered as his right boot smacked firmly into your head only to start pressing down painfully hard, with your face able to feel every little indent and tread on the rubbery sole of the brown leather boot. “My name is Oberscharführer Schrödinger, professional nuisance and the official messenger boy of Millennium, the last vestige of the glorious Third Reich!” You have so, so, so many questions and concerns but speaking seemed impossible considering the boot playfully crushing your lips. You also couldn't see much aside from the soles black rubber, the bits of dirt on it but after hearing another snicker from Schrodinger everything, aside from the boot pressing into your face, changed. Suddenly you felt a cold metal floor below you and harsh, bright lights replaced the dimness of your previous location. But your attention was shifted back to the boot as it began to twist and turn all around, abusing and playing with all your various facial features which were dragged along by the solid sole. “So I'd guess you're very confused and curious why I just teleported you aboard a zeppelin! Well, allow me to explain!” Schrodinger kindly offers, with his boot moving all around for another few seconds before you let out a pained yelp as the smirking lad decides to balance on his face-crushing foot as he continues speaking. “Firstly, vampires and the undead and the occult are all real, just so you got a little context but none of that matters because…” Schrodingers boot scrapes your face hard as he leaps forward, apparently you were within a bedroom as the cat boy lands atop a bed, scrambles down to its end and sits there with his boots swaying as he looks down at your confuses expression with amusement. “Because, for a limited time only, you get the honor of being my foot slave! Now get on your knees!” “What?” You ask, obeying and getting to your knees, not out of submissiveness but so you can observe your surroundings and what you find is most concerning. A small room, four metal walls each complete with an ‘iconic 1940s Germany banner’ banner hanging, there was a messy wooden desk and finally the bed on which Schrodinger sat, it took up a large portion of the room and it's blankets bore a resemblance to those aforementioned banners. “Am I dreaming? This has to be a dream.” “Oh ho ho, it's a dream for some but I'm gonna guess this'll be an absolute nightmare for you!” Schrodinger said, his boots both kick upwards and nearly uppercut your chin but instead you're just left there, kneeling and staring at their bottoms with Schrodingers smiling face between them. “Now let's stop wasting my time, you've got some feet to serve so take my boots off!” “No! I never agreed to-” Schrodinger vanishes but his boots remain, they quickly fall to the floor and upon hearing yet another noise behind you, you turn only to see the grinning cat hasitly looking through his desk drawers for something which he quickly finds and within a nanosecond he is once again back on the bed, sitting there with that ‘something’ aimed directly at you. “Ah woah is that a-” “Why yes, yes this is a mint condition Schutzstaffel issued Luger-P08 handgun chambered in 9×19mm Parabellum because an Übermensch like me needs an Über-pistol!” Schrodinger says with pride as he cocked the firearm and since there was a gun aimed at you, you didn't even flinch as the smirking cat pressed the toes of his navy-blue sock into your nose, right away you were met with the stinging sour scent of sweaty onions and despite it slightly burning your nostrils you obviously didn't dare to move, but Schrodinger did. His toes grip your nose to the point it was almost painful, he then pointed to a little marking on his weapons side while speaking like a giddy fanboy. “And look, it was even signed by the H-man himself, very kind of him, nice guy. Ya know, he was more a dog person, but I suppose everyone has flaws.” His toes press harder, nearly shoving you backwards but to your own shame you manage to stay upright by pushing against the smirking lads foot all while just barely keeping from wheezing from the strong pungent stink of his slightly moist sock. “And I have flaws too, such as my lack of personal hygiene! I'm sure it's obvious but I haven't bathed in about a week!” Schrodinger says with what sounded like pride, his foot began to twist and turn with his toes, practically ripping your nose off. “Now start sniffing!” “...Do-” “Yes! You have to! I have a gun and we're on a massive flying balloon overflowing with ravenous nazi ghouls!” Schrodinger shouts, his grin growing at the fear in your eyes. “Now take a big stinky sniff or literally die!” That was more than enough motivation to compel you to immediately snort in air. The navy-blue sock felt uncomfortably moist and warm against your nose as you suck in the catboy foot fumes with a clearly grossed-out expression that was the complete opposite of the degrading grin Schrodinger bore and as he more accurately pointed his pistol at you you just sniff harder, turning his grin into a full-blown laugh while you flood your lungs with nasty fumes. You keep going, inhaling for several seconds that felt like hours before finally expelling a gust of warm air from your mouth onto his sole. “See? That wasn't so bad! You did a lot better than my normal slave, that Seras lady can't handle my man-musk at all! Now do it again!” He orders and you obey with his mocking pinkish eyes joyfully examining every little discomforted twitch on your face as you once again fill your lungs. The shame you feel is almost as foul as Schrodingers foot stink which you continue to breathe in for another few seconds before thankfully exhaling again. “So? How'd it smell? I'll need a description, a good and detailed one!” That question, coupled with his unending teasing gaze somehow managed to make your face even redder with humiliation than it already was and just as you were about to answer his foot moved suddenly, shoving your nose even deeper into the moist fabric with your nostrils now trapped between his tightly squeezing toes. That abrupt movement was enough to make you sharply inhale and this time you failed to hold in a cough thanks to the cramped space between the catboys toes smelling far more potent than before, your disgusted sounds filled the small room and Schrodingers toes only grip harder, ensuring you remain trapped in place. “While you nearly vomiting is a good answer, it is unfortunately the wrong answer.” The lad said with a snicker. “I know they don't smell like flowers so describe the stink of my feet already!” “It's…ugh…” You groan as the toxic air irritates your sinuses. “It's like…extra salty lemonade and old butter.” “Woah! Well then I'm really glad I'm not you, SLAVE!” He shouts before simply tossing his pistol over his soldier onto the bed. “Don't need that anymore, you're obviously not gonna try anything or escape, especially since we're flying hundreds of miles off the coast of Argentina…so let's start with the real fun!” As you continue to kneel there, with the stink of the overly joyous lads feet still in your lungs, Schrodinger vanishes. He immediately reappeared at his beds center, doing a handstand with his feet high in the air. He then vanishes again leaving his socks behind only to reappear, standing on his bed where he catches the socks and proceeds to throw one directly into your face. All the sweat gave it enough weight to make a wet thud before dropping to the floor with its smelly twin being thrown next. It completely missed but Schrodingers mischievous grin showed that he didn't care and with that he did a little hop forward with his shorts-clad rump plopping down onto the beds edge. He lands comfortably and swiftly lifts his right leg, crossing it over the left with his right foot aimed directly at you and before you could even gasp with disgust the catboy roughly grabs your hair, jerking your head to the side forcing you to stare into his sideways sole. “Take a nice loooong look, really soak up the details because my little footsie here is about to be your best friend.” Schrodinger orders And you don't really have any choice, plus he's gripping your hair with enough might to show he could probably beat you half to death so you began to stare, still strongly detecting his sour stink. You don't know much about feet since you're not some disgusting pervert but upon looking at Schrodingers right foot you found it to be rather…pleasant? Somewhat long, rather slender with toes of the same description, you absolutely did not want to further interact with it but at least the catboys pale skin appeared soft, there was also enough sweat to make your skin crawl though Schrodinger certainly didn't care about how you felt considering he'd just kidnapped you. His toes started to mockingly wiggle and wave at you as his enthusiastic, high-pitched voice grated your ears. “Any questions before you start slobbering all over my foot?” He asks, you have many many questions obviously. “No? Good!” Your head is forced forward and the instant your face touches his sole you're immediately overcome with disgust at the grossness of his foot, something that Schrodinger wanted you to get the full experience of so he quickly began moving your head all around, dragging your face along his sole up and down over and over again. You discover that the catboys skin was indeed as soft as you'd imagined, though that's where the pleasantries ended, within seconds your face felt sticky with his sweat which reeked strongly of salt, adding to the overall sour oniony smell which altogether left you wheezing loudly after every little inhale. Your ears aren't spared either as small chuckles come from the smiling catboy as he drags your head around like a toy, perhaps a toy designed to scratch his foot because it certainly felt like that's what it felt like you were doing, your nose being endlessly bent side to side as it roughly rubs around. “So I've noticed your tongue is still stuck inside your mouth. That's not right, not right at all! Kindly fix that problem before I have to get all mad and scary!” Schrodinger teases, your face is still being whipped all around and ground into his moist sole so you can't really argue. “Looks like you're a bit nervous, which is appropriate, whenever my usual little foot whore licks my feet she always complains about it but guess what? I don't care and I've still got a gun! Right over there!” Your tongue comes out quickly and joins your face in being dragged but unsurprisingly it suffered far worse as the taste of Schrodingers foot attacks your tastebuds. Your tongue happened to touch his lower sole at first but within seconds you've already licked a decent portion of his entire foot bottom and the taste unfortunately is much the same as the smell…aggressively sour, salty, like licking an old pile of chopped onions. “Ahhh ha ha ha yes! Wonderful, spectacular even!” Schrodinger shouts followed by a relaxed sigh, meanwhile your head began to be moved faster and rougher. “Having my feet licked is definitely my favorite pastime and I definitely deserve it! It's hard work, you know, teleporting all around the globe and facilitating a shadow organization of undead fascists.” By this point your head was being whipped around so fast it was beginning to hurt your neck. He'd certainly already yanked out a couple hairs and frankly it was a miracle your harshly scrubbing tongue hadn't licked off all the nasty odors. “Open up, nice and wide!” He orders and your too disoriented to do anything but obey. “Good slave! Now act like a leech and suck!” Your head is yanked back and shoved forward into his heel, most of which sinks deep into your mouth which starts to suck just like your new owner commanded. Within seconds your jaw begins to hurt from being forced open so wide and Schrodinger quickly makes it worse as he starts twisting his foot side to side with his sweaty heel rubbing against your tongue as it turns into a prisoner within your mouth. You desperately try to keep your tongue from his heel, you slide it around inside but with every little movement it ends up just rubbing against the catboys sour skin resulting in miserable groans leaking from your overly stuffed mouth. “Mmm you're doing pretty good at this!” The catboy praised, to your great shame. “Maybe I WON'T let you go after all. How's that sound?” “Mmmph mmphh mnggh!” You protest but your unintelligible, idiotic sounds just get another giggle from the lad. “I'm sure whatever you said was very compelling but anyways…” Schrodinger vanished again and you immediately hear footsteps slapping the ground behind you, upon stiffly turning slightly you find the grinning blonde, slowly pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back as if conducting an interrogation though his voice remained goofily happy. “So we have concluded that you are spineless and submissive, good at following orders and even better at worshiping my foot like the touch-starved virgin you are! Now let's see how pathetic you really are…” The catboy comes to a halt and launches a kick at your face which smashes your skull with enough force to knock you forward a bit so that your head and arms lay on the bottom of his bed. Before you're able to move Schrodinger teleports directly in front of you, his left foot sinking into the mattress as his right foot rises a bit, toes pointing at your face. “So I'm assuming you don't wanna be my adorable little foot sucker forever, considering you look like you want to puke and luckily for you, I am a very kind, considerate cat.” Schrodinger deviously explained as his foot moves forward, his toes poke against your forehead and begin to tauntingly drag slowly downwards. “So we're going to play a fun game, if you win you're free to go! And if I win, you're mine forever and ever!” “...What game?” You ask nervously, barely keeping from choking on the stink his toes exuded. “It's very simple…you see this?” His toes are replaced by his heel which roughly slammed right into your eye for about half a second before his toes return, dragging over your nose now. “That's my heel, but you probably know that after sucking on it like a di- well anyways, you've got exactly thirty seconds to lick the vvvvery back of my heel and when you fail to do that you'll be my pet forever!” “Oh…that seems easy eno-” Schrodingers toes rake downwards quickly and roughly insert themselves into your mouth but don't go very far, they just sort of lay atop your disgusted tongue. “Eins…zwei…oh oops! One…two…” Schrodinger counts slowly only to shake his head with amusement upon seeing your disgust and confusion. “Oh you silly dummkopf, if you don't want to lose you'd better act like the Third Reichs Minister of Propaganda and Goebbels up that foot!” You manage to choke out something that sounds like “What?” and as a reward for your confusion Schrodingers foot suddenly surges deeper into your mouth, his sole gliding over your tongue with all its horrible flavors assaulting your senses but that made it clear what the nefarious catboy wanted…to win you'd have to deepthroat his foot just for a chance to reach the back of his sweaty heel. You didn't want to play his sick game but a lifetime of servitude to some upbeat Nazi cat sounded even worse so you quickly get to work…you force your head forward, immediately gagging as Schrodingers toes begin poking at the back of your neck while you try to force your tongue between his soft sole and your lower lip, much to his amusement. “Oh you figured it out? Great!” He mocked, not making it easy as you felt those toes begin to wiggle inside you, tickling your throat in a painful manner. “Better hurry up, you've got about twenty seconds left until your soul is mine and my soles are yours! Kinda.” Those playfully wiggling toes expertly squeeze gags and harsh chokes out of you as the catboy counted slowly “19…18…17…” Your tongue continues to push and after wasting a few more precious seconds it finally breaks free, poking out of your foot filled mouth as you grab the bed and pathetically try to pull yourself forward, as you do you keep your neck stiff, you can feel Schrodingers foot slowly seep deeper and deeper, his toes travel down your throat and his sole crushes the back of your tongue while the front desperately reached towards his heel which was still far, far out of range of your unwilling licks. “Wow! You really don't want to be my forever foot licker.” Schrodinger snickered, clearly loving the sensation of your mouth hugging his foot. “You'd better hurry up, ten seconds left!” You keep pulling yourself forward, using all your neck muscles to choke down the boys foot like some sort of pathetic snake. Before long about half his foot has been brutally lodged into your mouth, thanks to you, his toes cease wiggling from the cramped conditions of your aching throat and as if willingly eating this strange perverts foot wasn't embarrassing enough, your tongue kept blindly feeling around for his heel, which meant it endlessly smeared around his lower sole in desperation, allowing you to further taste the sour flavor of his soft skin while being unaware his heel was far out of reach… “Seven…six…five…” The panic was really beginning to set in now, you start shaking your head as if that would make the lads foot sink deeper but in reality it just makes you choke harder as his toes rake around your insides. Your life is already utter crap and being enslaved would only make it worse so you keep trying with desperation and with miserable groans but as the countdown continued your hopes of freedom began to fade… “Four…three…ehhh, alright, that's it, you lose!” The foot you just willingly shoved down your throat swiftly pulls out of your mouth and as you raise you head to beg for another chance that foot just smashes into your upturned face, smearing it's sole all around to wipe off all the spit and sweat. “I win! Which we all knew would happen but huzzah!” Schrodinger cheers, his right foot remains on your face while his left jumps with joy several times with each jump forcing you to support his entire bodyweight until suddenly he throws himself back onto the bed, laying down with his head on the pillow and both feet mere inches from your face. “Okay, slave, are you ready to begin your new life?” “...No…” “I didn't think so, but I don't care! You're my property now so next up I think I'm ready for a good old fashion foot worshiping session. Free style, not like earlier! So get to licking.” Schrodinger happily commands, his left foot giving your face a teasing slap. “And focus on this foot, your mouth hasn't been introduced to it yet.” “B-but I ha-” “You sure do talk a lot for a slave within shooting range!” “Please, I can't do this, jus-” “Blah blah blah, less whining, more licking!” “I wo-” “And here I thought you'd be a good, obedient slave…guess I was wrong…but that's fine because now it's punishment time!” Schrodinger sits up with a terrifying joyful glint in his eyes. He vanished and right after your hair is grabbed from behind again, this time your yanked back hard enough to skid across the smooth metal floor towards his old wooden desk, only stopping once your body is partially below it with your head just barely poking out from below the chair. That chair is then immediately pulled out and Schrodinger plops down, a smirk on his face and a sock in hand, he scoots the chair forward and that sock is brought down to your face with a horrid stink emitting from its moist navy-blue fabric. “Unluckily for you, slave, my job also includes a lot of stupid paperwork and I'm behind on it so looks like you get to be my footstool for a few hours! Any questions?” You open your mouth to speak and fall right into his trap. Schrodinger practically punches his sock downwards, most of it quickly goes deep into your mouth with your tongue immediately wishing for death from the texture of the moist wool alone, the taste was horribly foul as well and even worse was the humiliation you felt as you just laid there, meek and beaten, as Schrodinger simply smirked widely while his fingers shoved in the last bit of sock which left your mouth opened a bit with puffed out cheeks. “There we go, you somehow look even dumber than before!” Schrodinger says, leaning back and scooting his chair in further leaving you staring at the seats bottom until his pale soles come to hover menacingly above. “You really should have just been a good slave and licked my feet, oh well…after a few hours of being stuck down there I'm sure you'll be begging to do it. Get comfortable, slave! This is your life now.” Schrodingers feet violently jerk downwards, making you flinch followed by making you feel foolish as they stop an inch above your miserable head. They then roughly plop down, applying deadweight, thoroughly flattening every aspect of your face below his soft soles. Everything from your hairline to the base of your chin is utterly dominated by his feet, his soles sealing you within a dark chamber of sour stink. “Putting my sock in your mouth was a great idea.” Schrodingers teasing voice announces as the left foot begins to slide upwards. “I can feel it through your cheeks, it's like a nice comfy pillow.” The foot ceases sliding and the catboys heel presses into your cheek hard, forcing a guttural gag from you as the pressure on the sock causes a sickening amount fo footsweat to seep out and more just keeps coming as the catboy begins twisting his heel around while the right foot moves as well…its sole rubs your other cheek playfully with you just laying there, on edge and nervously awaiting for it to crush your cheek and squeeze sweat from the sock like the other foot but after a few seconds that never happens, it just keeps playfully smearing around your face until that right foot shifts to your nose, roughly grasping it with all five toes and to your immense shame you just submissively begin to inhale, still having your mouth flooded with sock sweat while you ‘willingly’ flood your nose with sour stink. “Ooo good job, maybe you will be a good slave after all! You've already mastered the art of being a disgraceful little creature, it probably comes naturally to you.” Schrodinger snickers, barely taking attention from whatever paperwork he was doing as if you were utterly unimportant. “Keep up the good work though, just like I'm doing up here. Oh, and just so you know, I usually end up falling asleep from sheer boredom so you'd better get comfortable, slave, you're looking at at least a five hour shift at the footstool-factory!” (Wanted to try something in second-person instead of the usual third-person, hopefully it was satisfactory and fap-tastic :) )