He thought he’d be in control. It was going to his shoes, socks and feet being worshiped after
He thought he’d be in control. It was going to his shoes, socks and feet being worshiped after all. Once he was there and in the chair he slide out his foot toward the other guy and expected the guy to drop to his knees and get to work. Only the guy didn’t, he leaned forward and looked him in the eye. And he couldn’t look away from the guy’s eyes, there was something about them that seemed to draw him in. He felt his body becoming listless and his mind just stopped. He couldn’t think, couldn’t move. Just sat there. It was then that the guy slide out of the chair and focused on his shoes but by then he didn’t care. He sat and let himself to used like the living toy he was. -- source link