“I, I’m obedient.” I mumbled.
“That’s right, Andy. Don’t worry about it. It’s a nice quality. I like that about you. Have a sip.” She held out the glass of beer. “No hands.” I quickly dropped my hands to my lap and bent forward. She tipped the glass to my lips. It was awkward and a little beer ran down my chin. She giggled again. But it tasted so good! She wiped my face with the back of her hand. “Lick me clean.” I licked her wet hand. I liked doing this, too. Weird.
And Julie liked it. She was smiling widely. “Good boy, Andy.” She gave me another sip of beer. “So: you like being bossed around?”
I just hung my head, again unable to admit this thing about myself. She reached out and lifted my chin. “Don’t you, Andy?” she insisted.
“Yes.”
“OK. That’s good. Take my sneakers off.” Blushing furiously, I bent forward to unlace her shoes, gently lifting each foot in turn and pulling her sneakers from her feet. I was glad to have something to do, something besides talk about my secret desire for domination. “Socks,” Julie ordered when her shoes were off. I carefully slipped the ankle socks off her feet, too.
There was a long silence as I knelt before Julie, her foot in my hands. “Andy… I want …. I want you to kiss my toes.” Her voice was thinner, more tentative, with a hint of a question. “OK?”
– to be continued –
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