Please note this story has been written for adults only. It contains acts of non-consensual sex and violence, if this is likely to offend you don't bother reading it. All comments welcomed and encouraged.
It was never my intention to hurt or embarrass anyone. Nor did I ever think I might get hurt myself. Let's just call it a misjudgement on my behalf. You see, I have a fetish for female feet. Harmless enough. And I can't help but stare. I've always fantasized that I might get caught looking and be hopelessly shamed and embarrassed publicly. Perhaps forced to lick the same feet I had been busted staring at. But that's just fantasy. In reality I am too careful to make sure I don't get caught looking. And if someone was to confront me, I've got no doubt I would act all innocent.
Well one day this all changed. In fact, I still can't understand why on Earth I had been so brazen about the whole thing. It wasn't all that warm a day but I had found myself at a loose end and whenever that is the case I will hop from train to train throughout Melbourne looking for that perfect set of feet that might be on display. I'll find somewhere to sit where I won't get noticed looking and take in the view until such time as that person gets off the train, then I'll go searching for the next pair of feet. As I mentioned, it wasn't that warm so my search had been relatively frustrating with probably only 3 of every 10 ladies travelling on the train wearing opened toes shoes, heels, flip-flops, etc.
I hopped on a train heading out of Melbourne towards the Northern suburbs. There was a lady sitting across the row from me with particularly beautiful feet encased in a pair of heels. I had no hope of getting a glimpse of her soles (which for me is the money shot) but she had the most lovely manicured toes so I sat in the bay of seats across the aisle from her and turned my body to face her so that it would seem as if though I was just another bloke in the train. Even though there were six seats between us, including the aisle, I had a very good view of her feet. In the same bay of seats where I sat and seated directly opposite me were two girls probably in their late teens. I could imagine from the way they were dressed and talking that they were the types who you might find behind the toilets at school smoking and stealing lunch money from the smaller kids. It was school holidays at the time so it was entirely feasible that it might be case. Neither of them were what you would call attractive, one a brunette the other blonde.
The train was 80% full as it left the City and became more and more empty as we got further out of town. As we got further down the line I noticed the girl with the beautiful feet become more and more uncomfortable. Now that I think about it, I honestly think she just had the sun in her eyes. But at the time I was convinced that she had noticed me staring at her feet and was becoming quite agitated by the matter. She would shift her weight from one side to the other. Shake her head. Tuck her feet back under the chair, then move them back out again to sit normally. As I said earlier, I never meant to embarrass or hurt anyone so I was quite relieved when she finally got to her stop and got off. I just couldn't stop myself from looking, whether she had noticed me or not.
Usually, once the person has got off the train that caught my eye initially, I would get off myself a few stops later to see if I could find anyone else whose feet may entertain me for a while. It was all a part of the game. But on this day something else had caught my eye. Something that started a sequence of events which I would long regret.
One of the teenagers I was seated opposite stood up, for what reason I don't know, adjusted her clothing, and sat back down again. Now I had no interest in either of these girls. One was wearing jeans with white slip on leather shoes that left me no chance of seeing her feet – or so it seemed. The other girl, the blonde, was wearing these black skin-tight tracksuit pants with white tube socks pulled over the top and sneakers. Absolutely no chance of seeing her feet either. What did catch my attention over the next few minutes sowed the seed of my demise. Or maybe the girls noticed me looking at the other lady's feet and did it deliberately.
The girl wearing the slip ons brought her right leg up underneath her body and tucked it back underneath her so that she was actually sitting on her leg, yet giving me a perfect view of the sole of her foot. There was no way I could not look without being noticed. I suppose I should have got off the train but this was perfect. By this stage the train only had us three and a couple of other people seated well away from us left in our carriage. I figured for her to deliberately change position and sit like that, well maybe she wanted me to look. Perhaps she didn't mind. I hadn't heard her or her friend talk about me specifically. In fact all I heard them mention was something about how great it was that they could get into pubs since they were now both eighteen. Maybe it was a coincidence that she would so publicly display her sole right in front of me. Whatever it was I had to try and adjust my position so that my growing erection could not be noticed through my jeans.
As we continued, the girls spoke in hushed tones. Even though I sat directly opposite and facing them, I could hardly make out what they were saying. The brunette then started to trace her finger along the sole of her foot. I imagine they were probably looking at me to gauge my reaction but my eyes were glued to this girl's sole. I heard them giggle. I didn't look up, I couldn't really move now such was my difficulty in trying to hide my erection. I remember hoping that they were just playing with me, teasing me for their own amusement and when we got to their station that they might just get off and leave me alone to compose myself.
I've since discovered that girls of this age and into their early twenties, especially if they are in groups, generally won't be freaked out by someone showing an interest in their feet. In a lot of cases they seem fascinated that someone could be that interested in something that most other people find totally unappealing and disgusting. There have been times since when girls have blatantly displayed their soles at me almost daring me to look. I had never come across this phenomenon before this day though. The brunette continued to slowly trace her finger across her sole as the train continued on its journey. Before too much longer we were at the end of the line. Flashpoint.
I decided to wait until they got off before I even attempted to get up in my current state. My heart was racing as the train pulled into the station. This is the moment I had always fantasized about but still never really expected or even truly hoped it would ever happen. I would have been just as happy if they just got off the train and left me alone. The brunette continued to trace her finger over her sole. I still had a faint hope the girls hadn't noticed me looking and that she might have been just absent-mindedly playing with her foot. Not even taking any notice of me. I felt my erection ease as the thought entered my mind. Should I glance at them, I could be going through all of this for nothing. If I looked up though and they were looking back at me, it would be awkward – what would I say. What would they say. I am naturally a shy and very submissive person, perhaps that is part of the reason a girl's feet can do to me what they do.
The train grinded to a halt. We were in the outer north-western suburbs of Melbourne in an area that was still being developed as the urban sprawl gradually eased its way out here. On one side of the train station are a number of houses, brand new, probably ex display some of them, set back a little from the train line across a road. On the other side was another road, widened to include a car park built specifically to service this relatively new station. In the distance was a shopping centre but the only thing between the station and this shopping centre were empty paddocks. I didn't know the surroundings at all. I lived on the other side of the city, a good 60km from where this train and this girl's feet had taken me.
Suddenly the girl tracing her finger along her sole stopped and pointed to a spot just near the ball of her foot. She tapped her finger there a couple of times. Don't worry, I had noticed it too. It was a black spot no bigger than a coin, blemishing her otherwise perfect sole. I couldn't decide if it was a mark perhaps from the inside of her shoe or whether it was an actual stain in the skin. Whatever it was there could be no doubt now, these girls were clearly playing with me.
"Hey footboy."
I jumped half out of my skin. Despite everything I hadn't really expected her to say nor do anything. My mouth was dry, I was half scared out of my wits. All these fantasies now coming true, none of which I particularly ever thought or hoped would. At first I ignored her, almost hoping she might have been talking to someone else. There was no one else on the train. I didn't want to look up at them, it would have been an acknowledgement that I knew she was talking to me. My mind screamed at me to just stand up and get off the train.
"See this spot here," she continued to point to the dark spot on her sole. "I want you to pay me to clean it for me. With your tongue."
Was she kidding? Pay her! To clean her feet. With my tongue! I continued to sit there, pretending that I couldn't hear them. I was going to have to do something but I was frozen to the spot. My mind screamed out to just get off the train and leave. Sure they would taunt me but what would that matter. I had an erection though which suggested otherwise.
Suddenly my view was torn away from the brunette pointing at 'that' spot on her sole. The blonde had moved alongside me, grabbed a fist full of hair and forced my head back so that I was now looking at the ceiling. I grunted with the suddenness of it all and the pain now coming from the back of my scalp. Still no word could escape my lips. What else was I going to let these girls do to me? Surely this had gone far enough now. My erection was in clear view of both the girls now.
The brunette suddenly came into my view. She had obviously stood up and now looked down at me seated with my head forced back by the blonde.
"Well?" she sneered down at me.
