Just A Little Scene #8: Hypnofeet
Posted: Sun Aug 01, 2010 3:41 pm
I’d never really been a foot fetish person. Feet were fine, of course, but they never were a turn on for me the way tits and legs as a whole were. But then, I saw the pictures you posted to your profile, pictures of your feet in bondage, and I thought to myself, “Oh, my, how pretty.” I found myself masturbating to those pictures, and climaxed quickly. Almost immediately, I felt tired afterwards, and went to bed thinking that would be the end of it.
Intense sleepiness hit me, and I half-collapsed onto the bed, fully naked, not bothering to pull the sheet over me, as the night was warm. But the images of your feet followed into my dreams. In them, your feet were not just bound, but bound to my cock, tied around my rigid length. Both of us, bound to a bed, or a rack, or chained up to the ceiling, but in all cases with my cock trapped between your feet, which were bound thoroughly to my cock. I was so aroused by this, so amazingly turned on by the idea of my cock being bound to your feet, for you to be unable to pull your feet away even if you wanted to. My hips bucked into the grip of your sexy feet, but we were so thoroughly bound together, I could get no slack to thrust. I could only pulse between your soles, and all you could do was rhythmically squeeze my shaft. A simple motion, but the longer the scene went on, the more aroused I got, and the more intense the pleasure from that simple squeezing became. On and on it went, spiraling higher until I could take no more. I came, both in the dream, and in reality, a wet dream climax so intense that I woke up with a roar, my cock sending thick arcs of semen streaking through the air to splatter against the headboard.
I lay half-awake for some time afterwards, fitfully drifting in and out of sleep. My cock would not stop throbbing, and every time I drifted off, I returned to the dream of being bound, and your feet bound to my genitals. Only, with every mini-dream, we became less bound, the ties and cuffs slipping away, and your feet becoming freer, soon, free enough to move up and down. Every dream gave you another inch of play, until finally, your feet were free. The stroking would continue until I neared the peak of ecstasy again, then I would jolt awake. And yet, with every dream, despite being physically bound less and less, I found it harder and harder to thrust, harder and harder to move. Every dream would stop just short of my climax, building me up in a slow burning tease, and yet when I jerked awake, I was so tired, I could only try and fade back to sleep, I was so tired, I could not even move my arm to stroke, mimicking my growing paralysis in the dream state.
The time between waking back up and drifting asleep became shorter and shorter, until finally, I don’t think I was fully waking up or falling asleep anymore. I was only drifting in half consciousness, aware of my helpless body shivering and twitching under the dreams influence, and yet aware of the ghostly form of you lingering on the edge of my consciousness. You were fully free and I was no longer held down by anything other than my inability to move, as if your drew the ability to move right out of me. I was helpless under your power, and you knew it. Teasingly, you held one foot out in front my face, toes touching my lips, prompting me to try and kiss them. I could manage only the barest pecks as you traced your toe around my lips.
Your other foot, meanwhile, was tending to my cock. I was so unbearably excited now, all it took was the lightest touch from the big toe gently rubbing the spot just below the penishead. Just enough to keep me right on the edge, but every time I threatened to go over, you simply lifted your toe up just an inch. You smiled, watching my cock twitch as it fought to achieve climax without stimulation, failed, and just when it started to almost get itself under control, your toe touched it again and resumed its maddening rubbing.
I wished I could thrash, wished I could moan, even whimper, anything to express my desperation, but all I could do was look at you with pleading eyes, a ghostly form hovering over me, driving me insane with your feet. I don’t know how long it went on. Minutes, hours? It felt like days, lying there in sexual torment, increasingly desperate to release despite two powerful climaxes already, and yet trapped right at the edge, continuously aroused and stimulated.
Finally, you lean down and your smile fills my vision. “Poor boy, look at you, so helpless, so completely ensnared by my little tease trap. All it took was just a little spell, a little subliminal messaging, a little trigger hidden in the pictures of my feet. And now, here you are, your mind melting, your cock screaming, all from a few quick snapshots of my sexy feet.” You wriggle your toes in front of my eyes, and the toe on my cock slows, almost stops, but doesn’t quite pull away. I let out a pitiful sound, halfway between a choke, a gasp, and a whimper. You giggle. “All it will take to break you free is just one more release. Third times a charm, as they say. Just one more, and you’ll be able to escape this sensual hell. Can you do it?” You toe is barely touching my cock now, feather light, and my cock jerks trying to press against you, just one more firm rub is all it will take. But your toe follows the motions of my cock, and I can’t gain even an once more of pressure from it. If I were not paralyzed, I would be humping like a mad man.
You don’t even need to rub me, I am so thoroughly teased just the sheer presence of your feet threatens to send me over. You laugh, and the foot in front of my face lowers down again, teasing the toes along my lips. My eyes tear up with desperation. Slowly, you insert your toes into my mouth, and let my lips fasten over them, let my tongue run along the tips. Your other foot moves from my cock, and hovers over my face as well, the toes over my eyes. You wriggle them teasingly once more. And that’s all it takes. I let out an almost inhuman wail as my cock thrashes up and down, spraying my cum absolutely everywhere. My climax just seems to go on and on, my cock pulsing, launching shot after shot of semen, the rest of my body still paralyzed, the only thing I can do in my orgasmic reaction is fasten my lips and suck hard on your toes, my tongue going crazy. My eyes fight to squeeze shut, but your delighted gaze will not let me break eye contact. I am crying freely, in gratitude and sheer pleasure.
Finally it is over, and you withdraw your feet. I can move again, but am so exhausted all I can manage is a feeble twitching as I come down from my climax. My room utterly reeks of semen now, but I don’t care. I watch your ghostly image fade off and I sink into a deep, dreamless slumber, utterly drained.
All due to a couple pictures of your sexy feet.
Intense sleepiness hit me, and I half-collapsed onto the bed, fully naked, not bothering to pull the sheet over me, as the night was warm. But the images of your feet followed into my dreams. In them, your feet were not just bound, but bound to my cock, tied around my rigid length. Both of us, bound to a bed, or a rack, or chained up to the ceiling, but in all cases with my cock trapped between your feet, which were bound thoroughly to my cock. I was so aroused by this, so amazingly turned on by the idea of my cock being bound to your feet, for you to be unable to pull your feet away even if you wanted to. My hips bucked into the grip of your sexy feet, but we were so thoroughly bound together, I could get no slack to thrust. I could only pulse between your soles, and all you could do was rhythmically squeeze my shaft. A simple motion, but the longer the scene went on, the more aroused I got, and the more intense the pleasure from that simple squeezing became. On and on it went, spiraling higher until I could take no more. I came, both in the dream, and in reality, a wet dream climax so intense that I woke up with a roar, my cock sending thick arcs of semen streaking through the air to splatter against the headboard.
I lay half-awake for some time afterwards, fitfully drifting in and out of sleep. My cock would not stop throbbing, and every time I drifted off, I returned to the dream of being bound, and your feet bound to my genitals. Only, with every mini-dream, we became less bound, the ties and cuffs slipping away, and your feet becoming freer, soon, free enough to move up and down. Every dream gave you another inch of play, until finally, your feet were free. The stroking would continue until I neared the peak of ecstasy again, then I would jolt awake. And yet, with every dream, despite being physically bound less and less, I found it harder and harder to thrust, harder and harder to move. Every dream would stop just short of my climax, building me up in a slow burning tease, and yet when I jerked awake, I was so tired, I could only try and fade back to sleep, I was so tired, I could not even move my arm to stroke, mimicking my growing paralysis in the dream state.
The time between waking back up and drifting asleep became shorter and shorter, until finally, I don’t think I was fully waking up or falling asleep anymore. I was only drifting in half consciousness, aware of my helpless body shivering and twitching under the dreams influence, and yet aware of the ghostly form of you lingering on the edge of my consciousness. You were fully free and I was no longer held down by anything other than my inability to move, as if your drew the ability to move right out of me. I was helpless under your power, and you knew it. Teasingly, you held one foot out in front my face, toes touching my lips, prompting me to try and kiss them. I could manage only the barest pecks as you traced your toe around my lips.
Your other foot, meanwhile, was tending to my cock. I was so unbearably excited now, all it took was the lightest touch from the big toe gently rubbing the spot just below the penishead. Just enough to keep me right on the edge, but every time I threatened to go over, you simply lifted your toe up just an inch. You smiled, watching my cock twitch as it fought to achieve climax without stimulation, failed, and just when it started to almost get itself under control, your toe touched it again and resumed its maddening rubbing.
I wished I could thrash, wished I could moan, even whimper, anything to express my desperation, but all I could do was look at you with pleading eyes, a ghostly form hovering over me, driving me insane with your feet. I don’t know how long it went on. Minutes, hours? It felt like days, lying there in sexual torment, increasingly desperate to release despite two powerful climaxes already, and yet trapped right at the edge, continuously aroused and stimulated.
Finally, you lean down and your smile fills my vision. “Poor boy, look at you, so helpless, so completely ensnared by my little tease trap. All it took was just a little spell, a little subliminal messaging, a little trigger hidden in the pictures of my feet. And now, here you are, your mind melting, your cock screaming, all from a few quick snapshots of my sexy feet.” You wriggle your toes in front of my eyes, and the toe on my cock slows, almost stops, but doesn’t quite pull away. I let out a pitiful sound, halfway between a choke, a gasp, and a whimper. You giggle. “All it will take to break you free is just one more release. Third times a charm, as they say. Just one more, and you’ll be able to escape this sensual hell. Can you do it?” You toe is barely touching my cock now, feather light, and my cock jerks trying to press against you, just one more firm rub is all it will take. But your toe follows the motions of my cock, and I can’t gain even an once more of pressure from it. If I were not paralyzed, I would be humping like a mad man.
You don’t even need to rub me, I am so thoroughly teased just the sheer presence of your feet threatens to send me over. You laugh, and the foot in front of my face lowers down again, teasing the toes along my lips. My eyes tear up with desperation. Slowly, you insert your toes into my mouth, and let my lips fasten over them, let my tongue run along the tips. Your other foot moves from my cock, and hovers over my face as well, the toes over my eyes. You wriggle them teasingly once more. And that’s all it takes. I let out an almost inhuman wail as my cock thrashes up and down, spraying my cum absolutely everywhere. My climax just seems to go on and on, my cock pulsing, launching shot after shot of semen, the rest of my body still paralyzed, the only thing I can do in my orgasmic reaction is fasten my lips and suck hard on your toes, my tongue going crazy. My eyes fight to squeeze shut, but your delighted gaze will not let me break eye contact. I am crying freely, in gratitude and sheer pleasure.
Finally it is over, and you withdraw your feet. I can move again, but am so exhausted all I can manage is a feeble twitching as I come down from my climax. My room utterly reeks of semen now, but I don’t care. I watch your ghostly image fade off and I sink into a deep, dreamless slumber, utterly drained.
All due to a couple pictures of your sexy feet.
