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“Anything for you,” he said, letting out a pathetic noise as he finally took her feet in each of his hands. They were so small he could wrap his fingers around them easily. They were just as soft as they looked, the arches so velvety he wanted to rub his face against them. Instead he pressed his thumbs into the pads of her foot, her arch, rubbing circles.

“That’s enough,” she said, far too soon. “Now, you’re going to buy me more, right?”

“Yes,” he agreed. Somewhere, deep inside of him, he knew this wasn’t right. He didn’t have enough money to spend on this pretty girl. And he didn’t even like feet! But he’d already placed an order for a pack of name brand socks before she’d left his sight, slipping away back into the mall, weighed down with the shopping bags.

Ken thought the feelings would fade over time, but they didn’t. He maintained contact with Natalie, spending money on her far more often than he got to see her, much less her feet. And, to his horror, he realized it wasn’t just her feet that interested him now, either. Sandaled feet drove him crazy, but the secretive socked feet were nearly as bad. He’d been corrupted, and he didn’t even understand how. All he knew was he was fully engrossed in Majesty Natalie, in her feet, and it had taken over his life.

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Majesty Natalie was at the mall, one of her favorite places, when she spotted Kenneth. He was minding his own business, eating lunch in the food court, when her eyes met his. Instantly, he was enthralled. It was more than just the fact that Natalie was attractive, though that was true. There was something about those big, doe-like eyes in her cute, innocent-looking face that pulled him in. He set his sandwich down mindlessly, not even hungry any more. She smiled, and it was the sweetest smile he’d ever seen, even if it was a bit of a devilish grin. She tossed her dark hair over her shoulder, tipping her head towards the doors leading out to a courtyard. It was a bit cold out and looked as if it might rain, so the place was deserted. It would just be him and her out there.

Ken’s heart pounded, excitement making him clammy. He stood, hurrying over to the door before her so he could open it for her, leaving his lunch forgotten. As she drew closer he began to appreciate just how small she was. She couldn’t have been above five feet tall, and her frame was tiny, doll-like. She was wearing a baggy shirt that cut off just below her ribs, exposing a patch of tanned belly that made his cock twitch. She wore tight, stretchy shorts, which showed off how firm her ass and thighs were, her tight perky body driving him crazy. His eyes continued down her body, noting the knee-high white socks she wore as well as the chunky white sneakers. God, her feet were tiny. Ken had never been a foot guy, but he had to admit her feet were cute.

Natalie followed his gaze with a knowing smirk, then wiggled her feet for him, which pulled a groan from her new victim. Her smile widened. She stepped away from the glass door, out of sight from the rest of the people in the mall, and Ken followed like an obedient dog, practically drooling after her. She sat down on a bench seat, Ken standing across from her, and slowly kicked off one of her shoes. She wiggled her foot again, and Ken audibly sucked in a breath. The next shoe followed, until she was in her stocking feet.

Ken couldn’t get over just how small her feet were. The socks were driving him crazy, since they hugged the arch and hinted at the toes but didn’t reveal them. His cock was positively aching, all for a pair of feet! He felt like he’d been hypnotized or something! But before he could analyze his feelings further Natalie began to roll down one of her socks, and it was all he could do to not groan.

He caught sight of her smooth heel first, then the rest of her foot was exposed, and finally those teeny tiny toes, nail painted hot pink. He felt faint with desire, dropping to his knees to be at the same level of her lovely foot. She showed him the perfectly smooth sole and he was gone, fully enthralled, before she could even get the second sock off. With both feet bare, she playfully rubbed them together, which really did make Ken moan. He didn’t care if anyone heard him. He didn’t care about anything except Natalie’s feet.

“You like what you see, don’t you?” Her voice matched her body, cute in a bratty, self-assured way. She wasn’t trying to conceal how amused she was to see him on his knees, worshipping her feet.

“Yes,” he breathed.

“Do you want to touch them?” Of course he did. He’d never wanted anything more. “Not yet!” She snapped when he dared to reach out a hand towards her bare feet. “You really think I’d let you touch me already? You haven’t earned it, have you?”

He shook his head dumbly, wanting to beg, needing to know what he had to do to make himself worthy of touching those soft-looking soles.

“Give me your phone,” she demanded. She took it from him, making sure not to let even a finger brush his hand. She fiddled with it for a moment, then her own, then his again before handing it back. “I’ve added you to my wish list. Go buy me three pairs of shoes,” she ordered with a snap. He jumped to his feet, dazed. “Normally you could send them right to my house, but since we’re here you might as well get them now.” She snapped again. “Hurry up.”

He raced off, checking his phone as he scurried to three different stores, buying not three but five pairs of shoes for her, just to prove his commitment. He found her where he’d left her, adding more shoes and socks and accessories to her wish list. She accepted the overflowing bags containing the shoe boxes with glee, inspecting each pair of shoes in turn. She squealed and clapped her hands but ignored the man standing in front of. It was slightly humiliating, since he’d just spent so much money on her, but he found he liked it.

Natalie nodded to herself, then met his eyes again. “You may kneel.”

“Yes, princess,” he said, kneeling.

“You may massage them,” she allowed, offering him her feet. “Make it feel good.”

“Anything for you,” he said, letting out a pathetic noise as he finally took her feet in each of his hands. They were so small he could wrap his fingers around them easily. They were just as soft as they looked, the arches so velvety he wanted to rub his face against them. Instead he pressed his thumbs into the pads of her foot, her arch, rubbing circles.

“That’s enough,” she said, far too soon. “Now, you’re going to buy me more, right?”

“Yes,” he agreed. Somewhere, deep inside of him, he knew this wasn’t right. He didn’t have enough money to spend on this pretty girl. And he didn’t even like feet! But he’d already placed an order for a pack of name brand socks before she’d left his sight, slipping away back into the mall, weighed down with the shopping bags.

Ken thought the feelings would fade over time, but they didn’t. He maintained contact with Natalie, spending money on her far more often than he got to see her, much less her feet. And, to his horror, he realized it wasn’t just her feet that interested him now, either. Sandaled feet drove him crazy, but the secretive socked feet were nearly as bad. He’d been corrupted, and he didn’t even understand how. All he knew was he was fully engrossed in Natalie, in her feet, and it had taken over his life.

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