I was never into feet, but I was into being told what to do.

We were lying in bed one night. We’d had sex already, and we were lying in that hazy afterglow. I rolled away and slid down the bed, intending to go down on her, but she bent her leg and kind of pushed her foot into my face.

I gave it a little kiss and laughed, and pushed it away.

She moved her foot back again. Her toe pointed to my mouth.

“Suck it.”

I swallowed and looked up at her. She wasn’t joking.

I looked back at the toe. I remember noticing the dark red nail polish she’d applied a few days ago had chipped a little. I brought my face closer to her foot. I could smell the remnants of the shower gel she’d used when she’d got home from work. 

I took one final glance up at her. Her face was inscrutable. I kissed the tip, then wrapped my lips around her toe and started to suck.

Oh my god, it was so hot. I don’t know if it was being made to do it, but it made me feel so submissive and turned me on so much. 

I remembered how she’d once made me suck her thumb after I’d tried to kiss her fingers as she stroked my face, and this felt a hundred times hotter. As I sucked, my fingers slithered down between my legs.

She watched me the whole time. She could see and hear what I was doing as I sucked her toe. I couldn’t help it. I felt so needy right then. I moaned around her toe as I sucked her and brought myself off. 

I’m standing waiting in the hall. We have dinner reservations. I glance up as she comes down the stairs. I swallow. She’s wearing open-toed sandals. I just know I’m going to end up under the table on my knees between courses later.