Slave to Maria Sharapova's feet
Here's a small story I wrote about being the foot slave of the imposing, tall, dominating, overpowering Siberian tennis goddess:
STORY TWO – Foot slave of Maria Sharapova
This is a story I wrote about being the foot slave of Maria Sharapova. I hope you people enjoy to read it:
Maria Sharapova comes off court after that 1st round win over Camille Pin and she is completely slick in sweat. She forgets going to the showers and heads straight to her room, where I am lying tied to her bed. I just look upwards towards her submissively, whilst she gives me that cruel Russian look, not even smiling, her long blonde mane just hanging lazily over her right shoulder, it is completely matted with her sweat. Sweat is dripping freely off her forehead, rolling down her cheeks and towards her slender neck. I can see sweat seeping through her skimpy costume. Her legs are soooo long, it takes forever to read my eyes down them, taking in the glossy shine of sweat until I reach her feet. Simple white socks and Nike trainers, her bare feet collecting all the sweat from her pores and making them slick and sticky inside her trainers. I give a groan and allow my head to fall back on the pillow as I contemplate my fate. She moves towards me very slowly saying nothing, just a beautiful cruel look of intent over what she is about to make me do. This girl has been involved in a 3-hour marathon sweat bath on that Australian Court and she is going to punish me severely for it. She climbs up onto the bed and moves upwards slowly to straddle my upper stomach; she is almost face sitting me. I lie there just looking passively into her beautiful sadistic gaze. Suddenly she flicks her hair back over her shoulder and in the process beads of sweat glide through the air and I feel her wet sweat on my face. She then slowly begins to move her face close to mine and quickly grabs a handful of my hair with her hand and pulls it forward and immediately speaks in her native Russian language. I don’t understand the words and 'smack', I feel her slap me hard in the face as she repeats the words louder. I am about to look back as if to say I don’t understand and before I can, she opens her mouth and spits furiously in my face. The slimy saliva coats my nose and mouth as she slaps me again and pulls my hair and head downwards, once again shouting cruel insults in Russian.
She shifts her position backwards until she is sitting in between my legs, just below my cock. Maria moves both of her feet towards my face, until eventually she is pushing her trainer almost into my mouth. Already I am hit with the strong odour of her body sweat, she seems to be motioning for me to untie her trainer laces with my mouth. I begin to comply as I try to grip the lace between my teeth so that I can pull it loose. I eventually succeed and quickly begin to work on the other trainer. I can smell a combination of rubber and sweat as I continue to work the laces undone. Once loose, she moves her left foot towards my tightly bound left hand and shouts at me to pull the trainer off her foot. I quickly do as I am told and follow this by removing her right trainer with my right hand. The instant I remove her trainers, I am completely overpowered by the thick aroma of sweaty feet, her once clean white socks are now frayed because they are absolutely soaking in sweat. My cock began to erect quickly, this was too much, so overbearingly hot and all the time I continued to just lose my control, by drowning in Maria’s eyes. Not once did she smile, her face so assertive and dominant, she looked at me as though I was sub-human. She used her left hand to rinse her sexy ponytail of sweat and flicked it back over the front of her shoulder. I still had a trail of her spit drying on my face; it tasted warm and had a pungent vinegary smell. Every time I sniffed even slightly, I could smell the spit strongly, it was an indication of her domination over me. Before I could breathe, I felt a wet sock begin to rest on my face; it caused me to make a submissive muffled sound, and I just gave in completely as she began to just rub her socked foot roughly all over my face, she was rubbing really hard as if she was using a paint roller with no consideration for my discomfort at all. I could feel her foot smearing her spit all over my face, by this stage I was simply overwhelmed into submission, only just beginning my journey into a world of Maria Sharapova’s punishing sweat juices and this particular sweat torture was going to increase and increase until my face wasn’t skin anymore, I imagined my face being eaten alive by her sweat atoms, Until finally my face comprised of her salty and sticky spit and sweat and even then she would add new layers of spit and sweat on top of that, which would dry into my face and be with me 24 hours a day wherever I went. Maria didn’t want me to lick her socks; instead she motioned for me to take them off her stinking feet with my teeth, which I duly obliged. It was a slow process, tiny crumbs of cotton from the sock would come loose in my mouth and stick between my teeth or I would end up accidentally swallowing it, the sock was ripping loose because it was drenched in the stickiest sweatiest foot fungus, I could imagine the large collections of toe-jam that awaited me as I chewed her socks until they finally came loose.
I looked imploringly into her eyes and still she didn’t even smile, not even a flicker of enjoyment, just control and expectation. It was the fact she wasn’t smiling which made her even more beautiful to me. My nostrils were suddenly exposed to the strong smell of cheese and vinegar. I was going nowhere except for a prolonged dunking in an ocean comprised of pure cheese sweat and pure pungent vinegar. Now at the mercy of this 6”1 dominant Russian blonde 19-year-old female, I felt more trapped than I had ever done before. The long limbed Mistress Sharapova wanted to punish me as a means to make up for her prolonged time on the Rod Laver Court. I could hardly breathe; every sniff was sweaty and repulsive, yet addictive, it was a smell that you had to inhale to try and understand its beauty, but the more you did, the more you felt punished and ensnared in its aroma. The smell lured you into its trap and kept you there like a prisoner, the odour would wrap itself around you like thick vines, coiling around you again and again and again until eventually you were mummified from head to toe, all your five senses under complete control.
Maria moved her sweaty bare foot extremely slowly towards my face, tantalisingly and teasingly, until my breathing was sadistically cut short by her bare heel pressed harshly against my lower lip. She calmly spoke one word to me in Russian, which I assume meant ‘lick’. In one slow submissive movement, I ran the flat edge of my tongue from the bottom of her heel all the way up the sole of her foot towards her toes. My taste buds were invaded with salty sweat almost immediately, but my cock continued to get harder and harder, thrusting against nothing frustratingly. Maria repeated the foot motion, running the sole of her foot slowly up my tongue over and over again, Her foot felt so soft against my tongue; I could taste sweat and almost feel molecules of it stick on my tongue and remain there. Maria Sharapova was used to getting her own way all the time, on the court she took great pleasure in dominating her opponents, in the bedroom it was exactly the same. She quickly stopped moving her foot and crawled on top of me until her head was above mine. Suddenly in English she said, ‘open your mouth’. I opened it and as soon as I did she grabbed her slick blonde mane and rinsed it over my mouth. Some drops of sweat fell into my mouth, but she wanted to make sure I got the full sweat torture treatment. She pulled her ponytail downwards as it sagged into my mouth and then she instructed me to suck on her hair. It was matted with soggy sweat, but she made me suck on it tightly until I had sucked up all the loose sweat. I nearly gagged, but somehow managed to control myself. Eventually she pulled it out of my mouth and slapped me very hard across the face and insulted me in Russian, and then she started to spit about five times in my face. The spit hit its targets, some of it went in my mouth and some landed below my nose, which made the pungent vinegar easy to smell straight away. Maria slapped me again and quickly moved back to her original position. This time she used her other foot, the one I hadn’t licked yet to rub all the saliva hard into my face until the spit started to smudge all over my nose, mouth, cheeks and forehead. I could smell the spit like it was a part of me, it was so soggy, wet and I could feel it dripping coldly down my face, the dripping quickly stopped as Maria rubbed it into my face with her stinking sticky sweat stained foot. I just continued to make submissive muffled groans as her foot carried on dominating my face, the spit being rubbed in and still Maria only gave me a look of cruel dominance.
Eventually toe worship began, beginning with her big toe, which was extremely sweaty. She made me suck on it, and I could feel the toe bulging out through my cheek. Maria made me suck so hard on her smelly cheesy toes, so hard in fact she would want me to suck the skin colouring out of her feet. I felt every drip of sweat stick to my tongue or the inside of my mouth as I continued to run my tongue sideways in between her toes to clean the vinegar smell. Over and over again I was sucking and licking endlessly on each foot and still both her feet were bringing me new pungent tastes and textures, each one more punishing than the last. Her salty toe-jam was already embedded into my throat and probably sticking nicely to my tonsils. Still I had a rock hard boner, but Maria was cruel and not ready to relieve me, I was merely a slave to her bizarre demands. Maria’s soles were so fresh and clean, so pure and soft, her toenails perfectly manicured, but ‘boy can a girl’s feet sweat!’ I was just about to compliment Mistress Sharapova when I felt her jam the entire front of her foot into my gob, again anything I wanted to say was instantly stifled and muted. She was going to make sure I cleaned every inch of sweat off those beautiful feet first. She continued to swap her feet around expertly, making me service each one equally. The cheese and vinegar sandwich was a long meal; even my nostrils were treated to a slice of dessert and so it continued for the next five hours. Eventually I was eating my cold spaghetti lunch off the dominant Maria Sharapova’s toes, she would dangle strands of spaghetti over my mouth and I would be forced to suck it up until I reached her toe, which would require the mix of sweat, spit and spaghetti sauce platter to be cleaned too.
