Kayla lifted her hand into the air, snapping her fingers. One of the resort’s waitresses scurrying over to us.

“Another round, ladies?” she asked, taking our cocktail glasses and heading off to refill them.

Kayla and I were tanning ourselves by the hotel pool, enjoying our yearly girl’s getaway that had become a tradition. Our annual holiday had begun seven years ago, after I had saved my BFF from a disaster.

We’d been friends since college, Queens of the campus, the other girls completely intimidated by us, every boy wanting to be with us. But when we’d graduated, Kayla found herself working at a firm for a horrible old woman, while I worked for a man who practically kissed my feet the second I walked into his office for an interview.

I rose to the top of the company in no time, while Kayla was forced to pay her dues, working in the dusty old mailroom for the wicked old witch. I hated seeing my best friend so frustrated at not being able to progress her career. She was incredibly talented and deserved better. So I ended up using my trust fund to buy the woman’s business, handing control over to Kayla. It’d taken nearly a third of the whole fund, but I didn’t hesitate much, as, unlike me, my best friend so desperately needed this money at the time.

She’d been eternally grateful for my gesture, organising the holiday that would become our annual tradition.  

“I can’t believe you’d spend all that money to kick-start my career!” she’d said at the time as we hugged.

“Of course. You’re my best friend! I hated seeing you working in that bitch’s mail room!”

Kayla’s career had really taken off since that day - in fact - Kayla had become maybe even more successful and wealthy than me! Surprisingly, she’d never bothered to mention when she’s going to pay my money back and I’d started thinking she’s not going to do that at all… But this fact didn’t seem important enough to raise and potentially spoil our perfect friendship.

I wasn’t sure, but I kept persuading myself, “Maybe she just needs a bit more time.”

“Like seven years isn’t enough,” was my rational part’s response. It also told me that my silent agreement with her basically embezzling my money is for another reason… My hidden submissiveness.

It’d been with me for a long time and I didn’t even remember when it appeared. I wasn’t sure of what nature it was, but I WAS sure I didn’t ever want someone to find out about it! Quite the opposite, since school I liked being popular and bitchy, so I’d been doing my best to hide it as deep inside as possible. But you can’t just suppress what’s a part of yourself, it needs to be relieved from time to time. Anonymous blogging where I shared my fantasies became my way for such relief.

Anyway, this little secret didn’t bother me much and when it did, I knew how to deal with it. I had too incredible life to put it under the risk and now I was going to enjoy it to the fullest with my best friend. And here we were - as always, the two wealthiest, most beautiful women at the resort, smirking at the envious women and lusty boys who drooled over us while we tanned.  

“Ugh, what’s taking her so long?” Kayla bitched, getting annoyed that her cocktail hadn’t been brought to her at top speed. I rolled over onto my side, looking at Kayla. She was truly stunning. Her dark hair gathered around her beautiful face, dark eyes hidden by her Dior sunglasses. Her white bikini covered her D-cup breasts, perfectly flat stomach a flawless bronze tone. She was lying on her back, one long, never-ending leg stretching out flat against the sun lounger, the other bent at the knee.  

I wasn’t the jealous type - frankly, I had nothing to be jealous of. I was the best-looking woman in most rooms I entered, and I knew I had the world at my feet. But looking at Kayla on that sun lounger, I couldn’t help but admire her. I’d never really noticed it before, always seeing Kayla as my equal. But now that I thought about it, Kayla had the slightly bigger breasts, the slightly more toned stomach, the slightly longer legs, the slightly better tan, the slightly fatter bank account (with my money in it). I could feel a bit of a knot forming in my stomach as I tried to push my sudden little feeling of envy aside. But rather than crushing the feeling, I could feel it growing.  

My mind was starting to play tricks on me as that little moment of jealousy began to morph into a feeling I always kept buried deep inside, only allowing it to surface in the privacy of my office or bedroom as I worked on my blog. Submissiveness.

Nobody ever got to see the hidden desires I worked hard to keep hidden. But here they were, threatening to burst out as my eyes refused to tear themselves from the incredible body of my best friend. That was strange, I’ve never felt this way towards Kayla. Obviously she’s a gorgeous woman, but we’d been friends for so long that it was the only role I saw her in.

But still, her exposed beauty, her relaxed pose, and finally her slight bitchiness towards the waitress made me wonder…

I began to imagine her strolling through the shops, me walking two steps behind her. I saw my credit card in her fingers, my arms full of her bags. My imagination shifted - the ultra-successful Kayla buying my company, my BFF becoming my new boss.

I squirmed on my sun lounger as my mind disobeyed my command to stop being silly, instead my eyes drifted to her feet, my mind forming a picture of me kneeling before them, running my fingers over her perfectly shaped toes, nose pressing into her high-arched soles…

“Seriously, what’s taking this bitch so long?” Kayla poured, snapping me out of my daydream.

“I’ll uh… I’ll go see…” I said.

I scowled at myself. My voice had come out as a weak little squeak, and I was rising from the sun lounger, going to see about our drinks.

“What the HELL, Michelle?!” I grunted at myself, shaking my head as I approached the bar area. “Get it together. She’s your best friend, not one of the bitches from your stupid fantasies,” I thought to myself angrily.

I took a deep breath, composing myself - or at least trying to. As I waited at the bar, a shirtless guy approached. He was all kinds of hot! chiselled stomach, powerful smooth chest, and arms to die for.

“Hi, I’m Trevor,” he said, extending his hand with a warm smile.

Of course, I’d politely decline Trevor’s approach - but being hit on by the hottest guy at the resort restored my usual confidence and pushed my hidden desires back down to where they belonged. I was a goddess - every bit as amazing as Kayla!

“Hi, Trevor. It’s nice to meet you. But I have to tell you upfront - I’m not interested. I’m married.”

Trevor smiled.  

“Oh, this is awkward,” he said with a chuckle. “I was actually coming over to ask about your friend over there. Normally I have no problem approaching women… But to be honest, I’m nervous! She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I was hoping you wouldn’t mind giving her my number…”

He handed me his business card.

“Oh. Ummm. Sure,” I said. And with that, my hidden desires came roaring back to the surface.

“I’m so sorry, ma’am,” the waitress said, “Here are your drinks. I’ll bring them over for you!”

“It’s ok,” I said softly, “I’ll take them.” 

I made my way back over to Kayla, placing my drink down on the little table, holding hers in my hand as I gave her Trevor’s business card.

“From the guy at the bar,” I said. Kayla sat up a little, lifting her glasses, looking over at Trevor, who gave her a wave.

“He’s cute,” she smiled, laying back down, grinning from ear to ear.

I just stood there awkwardly with her drink, feeling really weird about the fact I’d just gotten a guy’s number for my BFF.

“Are you going to give me my drink?” she said, snapping me out of it.

“Oh, uh… yeah… sorry, Kayla,” My stunning best friend raised an eyebrow.

“You ok Michelle?”

I offered a little nod, handing her the drink and laying back on my sun lounger.

We lay there in silence, but the noise in my head was deafening. My hidden desires were swirling, bubbling away, and, try as I might, I just couldn’t push them away.

“Guess we should probably head back to the room and get ready for dinner,” I heard Kayla say. I saw her stretching down, reaching for her white Nike trainers.

I grabbed my drink and downed it, and then did the inevitable.

“Here… let me.”

Kayla looked absolutely bemused as I slid off my sun lounger, taking one of her pure white sneakers in my hand. She went to stop me and tell me I was being silly… but I guess curiosity got the best of her as she just stared down at me, a cute puzzled look on her stunning face.

I slid my manicured hand under her ankle, lifting it. I got butterflies in my stomach as my fingers felt the silky soft skin, my other hand working her shoe onto her foot.

I mimicked the action with the other foot, looking up at her, my blue eyes glistening, getting watery as I acknowledged defeat to my own hidden desires. They’d gotten the best of me, and I was doing something I’d dreamt of but never dared to do - kneeling at another woman’s feet. And that woman was NEVER meant to be my BFF.

But I couldn’t stop, softly asking, “Would you like me to tie them for you?”

Kayla let out a huge giggle, chuckling, “I don’t know what’s gotten into you, girl, but sure, you can tie my laces.”

I fumbled, my hands shaking as I tied her shoelaces, and Kayla simply watched on, totally curious, flabbergasted at her best friend’s behaviour.

“Where can I get one of those?” came a voice.

I turned. We had an audience - a good eight or nine men and women watching this gorgeous woman kneeling in her bikini, tying another bikini-clad woman’s shoes.

The voice came from a bitchy looking redhead who was no older than twenty. Kayla smiled and gave a shrug.  

“She’s just being nice,” she said.

But I could tell Kayla knew I wasn’t just being nice. Something had come over me, and she wanted to find out what it was.

She slowly stood, about to bend to pick up her bag, but she stopped herself, looking at me, a pretty smirk forming.

“Want to carry my bag, too?”

I couldn’t stop myself from nodding, and soon, Kayla was striding towards our room, her best friend two steps behind her, head bowed with shame, carrying her bag.

As we entered our hotel room, Kayla began to rummage through her clothes to pick an outfit for the evening. I placed her bag down and looked at myself in the mirror.

“Get it under control, Michelle,” I silently ordered myself, “RIGHT now!”

Kayla had disappeared into the bathroom to get ready for dinner at the resort restaurant that night, which allowed me time to collapse on my bed, composing myself, trying to get over my pathetic performance by the hotel pool. My hidden desires had appeared when I least expected - and with whom I least expected. I was scared. I’d tied my best friend’s shoes and carried her bag in front of onlookers. This is exactly why I kept my hidden desires buried deep inside me… I knew allowing them to surface would lead to disaster. But I wasn’t allowing them to surface. Kayla had accidentally drawn them out, and I hoped that she just thought it was a silly game by the pool and wouldn’t mention it again.

I got up off the bed, pulling out the only dinner-worthy dress I’d brought with me for our getaway. A navy blue number that showed off my more than ample cleavage, cut to display my best asset - my legs. I hung the dress, waiting in my bikini for my turn in the bathroom, taking a deep breath.

“She’s just your best friend, Michelle. That’s it,” I whispered to myself.

The bathroom door opened, and there was Kayla, wearing a cute black lingerie set and holding her orange dress in her hand, looking annoyed.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“I only brought one dress, and it’s ripped!” she pouted, pointing to a big rip down the side of the dress.

“Oh no!” I said, “Can we fix it?”

She shook her head, dumping the dress on the ground and sitting on the edge of her bed. Then, suddenly, she got a little smirk on her face.

“You could let me… borrow your dress,” she said, eying my dress off. I felt butterflies in my stomach.

“I uh… I only brought one as well,” I said meekly.

Kayla made a show of stretching her long leg out, ever so slowly flexing her foot, her eyes sparkling as she watched my gaze fall from her face, down her lovely leg, settling on her foot. She wiggled her toes.

“What do you say, Michelle? Will you lend me your dress?”

I could sense her anticipation. She was thinking about my weird behaviour at the pool - and she was testing me. She knew it was important to me to always look great when we went out. If I’d surrender my dress to her, who knows what else I might be willing to do?

She wiggled her foot, lowering her voice to a whisper.

“Bring me your dress, Michelle.”

And like some hypnotised idiot, I rose from my bed, walking slowly toward the hanging dress, fetching it, bringing it to her. With the cutest little smile, she nodded at her feet. I’d be helping her into my dress.

It was all too much, bending down, working my dress up her legs, my face too close to her flawless body, hands grazing her legs… her waist… as I dressed her.

“My orange heels are right over there. Fetch them, please.” She pointed her finger towards the shoes and stretched one foot a little.

And so there I was, for the second time in an hour, kneeling before my BFF, a pair of shoes in hand. My hand shook, body trembling as I helped her pretty foot into the first heel. And as I slid the second one onto her foot, I noticed Kayla looking down at me with sheer delight.

After a couple of moments, she put both feet on the ground, legs parted, me there on my knees, staring right between her thighs. She slowly crossed her legs, cutting off my view of her black panties.

“You look all hot and bothered, Michelle,” she giggled. “Why don’t you go take a shower and I’ll pick you something to wear for tonight.” And before I could react, she slightly pushed my forehead with the toe of her shoe and stood up.

I nodded, quickly getting up and scurrying off to the bathroom. I stood there under the water, breathing heavily. Kayla was onto me - there was no doubt about that. I needed to come up with an excuse that explained my behaviour… but none came to me. How do you explain suddenly submitting to your best friend??

When I emerged from the bathroom in my purple bra and panties, Kayla had my outfit ready.

“Are you serious?” I asked. She shrugged.  

“It’s the best I could find since you don’t have a dress and you can’t wear beachwear to dinner. Besides, you know you look great in anything. It’ll be fine.”

And so there I was, standing in front of the mirror in my loose-fitted jeans I’d worn for the three-hour drive to our getaway location and a simple white t-shirt - certainly not my usual look for a dinner!!

I scowled, looking at myself in the mirror, annoyed at my attire, as Kayla moved behind me.

“Now, let’s sort your hair.”

She ran her fingers through my hair, then gathered it, pulling it right back into a ponytail, flicking a hair tie off her wrist, and tying my hair back. My hair was one of my best features, so I most assuredly never wore it in a ponytail.

“That’s not how I do my hair,” I snapped.

But Kayla leaned in and whispered in my ear, “You’ll wear it like this… For me.”

I grunted… But didn’t deny Kayla’s request.

“I just need to do my makeup,” I said.

“Oh Michelle, we don’t have time for that. Here, put your shoes on - we’re running late!”

She tossed a pair of simple black flats at me.

“I can’t go out like this,” I complained.

“Well - I’m not going to dinner alone,” Kayla smiled. “Besides, this getaway is about us spending time together. Don’t you want to spend time with me, Michelle?”

She towered over me in heels, me in my flats, and that navy dress of mine made her look like an absolute goddess. I let her wrap her hand around mine and lead me out of the hotel room.

Kayla and I had always shared the spotlight, but from the second we walked into the restaurant, it was obvious she was loving being the unquestioned Queen Bee of the room. I was used to drawing eyes from drooling men and envious women, but in my basic outfit, with my tied-back hair, no makeup, and flat shoes, I was practically invisible to the staff and other guests. All eyes were firmly on the stunning woman next to me in the expensive dress.

We sat in silence at the table, Kayla staring into my eyes. She didn’t understand what had gotten into her usually dominant BFF, but she was thoroughly enjoying the shift in our relationship.

“Are you ready to order, ma’am?” the waitress asked. Kayla placed her order.

“And for your guest?” the waitress asked her.

Oh my! Was I not good enough to even be addressed by the waitress?! Kayla took delight in ordering for me.

“So… you want to tell me what’s up, Michelle?”

I shook my head. No. She tossed her hair back, smiling.  

“Well - I’m your best friend. If you want to talk, I’m here.”

But I could tell Kayla didn’t really want to know why my behaviour had suddenly changed. In fact, she didn’t care. She loved her best friend, but having the spotlight all to herself instead of sharing it with me was certainly enjoyable - a feeling she could definitely get used to.

“Oh my god. Look who’s here,” she smiled, and I looked over my shoulder to see Trevor, the super-hot guy from the poolside bar, looking amazing in his suit. And to my horror, he was walking over to us, having seen Kayla across the restaurant.

“Hi,” he smiled at her, not even acknowledging me.

“Hi,” she smiled back. “Want to join us?”

Trevor frowned. “I’d absolutely LOVE to… But I’ve got my friend over there.”

I looked over to see a chubby, loserish-looking man taking a seat at a table. How were they even friends - they looked like total opposites?

“That’s a shame,” Kayla flirted. Then she got an evil little glint in her eye.

“Michelle…” she said slowly, “I’d like you to go dine with Trevor’s friend.”

“His name's Bill. He’d love the company of a woman,” Trevor smiled.

I glared at the pair of them, and Kayla asked Trevor to excuse us for a moment.

She leaned over the table, staring at me.

“Do as you’re told, Michelle.” I was taken aback! Like me, Kayla could be very direct with people, but we certainly never used that tone on each other!

“Kayla,” I pleaded in a whisper. “I’m married! You know I can’t be having dinner with some random guy!”

Kayla just stared at me. And stared. And stared. Until I slowly began to get up from my chair.

“Good girl,” she smiled as Trevor took my seat.

Dinner with Bill was simply horrible. His personality matched his looks. I’d never even usually speak to a man like this, and yet here I was having dinner with him. But my attention was on the table across the room, my best friend at her flirtatious best in my stunning dress. The handsome man and the gorgeous queen chatted and giggled, holding hands across the table while I sat there listening to Bill talking about nothing.

I couldn’t wait for dinner to be over, but as the four of us gathered, leaving the restaurant, I found myself wishing we were back at dinner. Kayla and Trevor were hand in hand and this fat little fucker tried to hold my hand, which I quickly snatched away. The fact this loser actually thought he had a shot with me demonstrated just how far I’d fallen in a matter of hours.

Before long, we were at an awkward crossroads, the four of us standing in the hallway not far from our hotel room door. Kayla pulled me away, telling the men to give us a minute.

“You go back to Bill’s room,” she said.

“No. Absolutely not happening,” I said firmly.

“Well. I’m having sex. Is that what you want? To watch your best friend having sex in the bed just a few feet from you?”

“What?!” I said incredulously, “Of course not!”

She shrugged.

“Well, those are your options. Lay there just across the room from me while I have sex, or go back to Trevor and Bill’s room with Bill.”

I couldn’t believe she was doing this to me! I grabbed my room key and headed into our room, falling on the bed, a minute later seeing Trevor coming through the doorway, carrying Kayla. They were kissing, apparently going to waste no time getting intimate.  

“This dress is so hot on you,” Trevor breathed as he lowered Kayla onto her bed.

She glanced over at me, grinning, then, looking up at Trevor, she purred “Rip it off me”.

I couldn’t take it. The sound of my beautiful dress tearing as a ridiculously hot guy tore it right off the perfect body of my best friend.

I buried my face in my pillow, but the sounds coming from the impossibly hot couple just across the room were too much… and I soon removed the pillow from my face, watching Kayla and her hot date put on a sexual masterclass. The longer the night went on, the more I was sure… Kayla was my superior, and I belonged in this new role, a submissive to my best friend.

And so, when in the middle of the night, Kayla whispered, “Fetch me some water, Michelle.”

I obeyed, and Kayla smirked.

“Did you enjoy the show?”

My little nod had her and her date laughing.  

“I’d like you to thank Trevor for giving me the best sex I’ve had in a long time.”

I stared at her.

“Uhhh… thanks for pleasing my best friend, Trevor,” I said awkwardly, the couple again laughing at my expense.

“Would you like to give me a foot rub while I lay in my date’s arms?” she asked.

I could see she was genuinely curious to know my answer - keen to understand just how much I was prepared to do for her.

“I uh… sure, Kayla.”

She gave me a sickening smirk.

“Of course you do,” she said. “You’ve been obsessed with my feet since we were by the pool earlier… Okay, I think you’ve earned the privilege of touching my feet by being a good girl today.”

Trevor burst out laughing as I found myself kneeling at the foot of the bed.

“This is so embarrassing,” I whispered. Kayla just giggled and shoved her foot in my face, giving a signal to start.

“I think I’ve got myself a little bitch,” she purred, Trevor adding, “That’s sooooo hot.”

The sound of them kissing filled my ears as I rubbed Kayla’s beautiful foot.  

“Other foot,” she breathed after a while.

I looked at my own wedding ring, barely able to believe it was pressed against my BFF’s foot.

“Michelle,” Kayla hissed, squirming now, enjoying the feeling of Trevor’s lips on her neck.

“Kiss my feet.” I hesitated for a moment, but Kayla just extended her leg and gave my cheek a light graze with her pretty toe.

“Will you?” she asked sweetly.

“Mmmmmm,” Trevor growled as I pressed my lips to the sole of Kayla’s foot. “You own her.”

“It seems I do,” Kayla giggled, pushing my face away with her foot just after a couple of moments after I started kissing it.

“You can stop now,” Kayla chuckled, seeing my markedly disappointed face and rolling on top of Trevor.  

I could only watch on from my kneeling position as Kayla fucked Trevor.

I felt awful. My best friend had made me worship her feet in the presence of another person, and I was both disgusted with myself and furious with her. In the morning, as Kayla and Trevor said their goodbyes, I sat on my bed in silence. My hidden desires had gotten the best of me the night before - but never again! Today, I’d go back to being my best friend’s equal, my hidden desires buried deep within me where they belonged. 

We checked out and marched to the car, Kayla trying to ask me if I was alright.

“No, I’m not,” I said, “Let’s just go.”

And so we began the long drive home. Kayla had dropped her bitchy act. She seemed to understand that whatever had gotten into me the day before was now dead and buried… but there was certainly an awkwardness between us that had never existed before. I drove in silence, Kayla in the passenger seat, staring straight ahead out the window.

After about an hour of me driving, Kayla finally spoke.

“You know, in case you’re worried, I just want you to know that what happens on holiday stays on holiday,” she said reassuringly. I played dumb.

“What do you mean? What happened that should stay on holiday?”

She looked out the window, a little smile on her face.

“Nothing. Nothing at all.”

After a while, when we were no more than twenty minutes from her house, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Kayla raising those shapely, tanned legs as she propped her feet up on the dashboard.

“Don’t look. Don’t look,” I kept commanding myself silently. But I couldn’t resist glancing at them again and again.

“Keep your eyes on the road, Michelle,” she smirked. “We don’t want to crash.”

Ugh. Kayla knew I was battling with myself, and she was going to make it difficult for me to resist.

“What colour should I paint my toenails tonight? Red? Pink? Purple?”

I ignored her. But she began to run her manicured hands over her legs seductively.

“Kayla… stop,” I said softly.

“Stop what?” she asked innocently. I stared straight ahead.

“Michelle… it’s ok to admit you like my legs and feet.”

“I don’t,” I lied unconvincingly.

“Mmhm,” she giggled.

Finally, we arrived at her house.

“Want to come in for a drink?” Kayla asked, giving my dashboard a rub with her foot before opening her door, swinging her long legs out of the car.

I’d survived the awkward drive home, managing to resist Kayla’s relentless teasing. Yesterday, my hidden desires got the best of me, and I’d created my own disaster. And now, my BFF knew I had a weakness. I knew if I could just go back to being the old me for a while, things would go back to normal. Kayla would accept that what had happened at the resort was a once-off. I could blame it on the poolside cocktails, my hidden desires being buried deep within me where they’d always been. I shook my head.

“No… I should get home and unpack,” I said. Kayla walked around the car to my door, tapping on the window.

“Least you could do is give me a hug goodbye,” she said.

She was right. Things didn’t need to be awkward between us. In fact, the more normal I could make them, the quicker we could forget about that disastrous day! And that started with heading home after our little trip and composing myself. Of course, Kayla had hoped I’d come in. She didn’t want me composing myself. She wanted to strike while the iron was hot. She’d seen a weakness in me and she wanted to explore it. 

I got out of the car and accepted a hug from my best friend.

“Michelle,” she breathed in my ear. “If you come in for a drink… I’ll let you paint my toenails for me.”

Ugh - what a bitch. I heard her giggle as my body melted into hers. Hidden desires stirred to life thanks to her tantalising words. I could picture myself painting her toenails… And Kayla knew it.

She released me from the hug, smiling at me, eyes glistening.

“I’ll even let you pick the colour.” She turned on her heels, heading toward the door of her house.

“Fetch my bags for me,” she said over her shoulder as I watched her perfect ass and shapely legs make their way inside.

And like a complete idiot, I fetched her bags from the car and started toward the house.  

“You can bring those up to my room,” she grinned, me following her upstairs, cursing myself, knowing I’d made a huge mistake. But it was too late now. I’d made it clear to Kayla that her feet had power over me, and my lovely BFF was focused on establishing a new hierarchy in our friendship. While I dumped her bags, she went into her bathroom, returning with a handful of nail polish.

“So… pink, purple or red?” she asked with a smile. I tried to summon some resistance.

“Look, Kayla… I…” She cut me off.  

“Pink, purple, or red?” My eyes fell from hers, landing on her feet.

“Pink,” I sighed with a little squeak. Kayla sat on the edge of the bed.

“Come to me,” she smiled. I slowly walked to my best friend.

“You can’t paint my toenails from up there, Michelle,” she chuckled, the biggest smile on her face as I sunk to my knees.

She raised her feet, placing them onto the tops of my thighs, passing the nail polish down to me. Tears were forming in my eyes… Not because I didn’t want to paint her toenails… But because I couldn’t stop myself from desperately wanting to!

Kayla looked down at me, grazing my thigh with her toe.

“You know what, Michelle? You’re my best friend. It’s ok. You don’t have to paint my toenails.”

But it was too late. I was here, kneeling, those pretty toes running over my thighs. I was captivated. I simply HAD to go through with this. My hidden desires were finally completely out in the open, allowing them to take full control of me.

“It’s ok,” I breathed, “I want to do it.”

Of course, Kayla was fully aware that deep down I wanted to do it. She was playing with me, setting her little trap, knowing I’d fall right into it.

“No,” she said, “It’s obvious you DON’T want to do it.”

I looked up at her pleadingly, whispering “please” as she did her best to hide her smirk.

“If you REALLY want to… Prove it.”

My hands were shaking as I asked, “How?”

“Well, Michelle, people usually pay to do things they really want to do. My half of the costs of our getaway came to $1855. If you really want to paint my toenails, you’ll reimburse me for the cost of our getaway.”

I looked up at her. Was she insane? $1855 for the honour of painting her nails???

But Kayla knew she had me… All she was trying to figure out was how deep in I was. She ran her foot right up my thigh, under my skirt, toe giving my panties the slightest graze as I breathed my defeat.

“Deal.”

She just smiled down at me.

“Well, aren’t you a good girl,” she said condescendingly.

And so it began. My fingers unscrewing the cap of her nail polish, left hand wrapping around her silky soft ankle, right hand carefully applying her pink nail polish. There was silence as I worked. Kayla was studying me. She didn’t know what had come over me - why I’d suddenly taken on this submissive role after years of us being unquestioned equals. But she liked it. I could feel her ego swelling. Kayla, like me, was used to being in control. But having power over obvious beta men and women wasn’t the same as having power over another Queen Bee. She felt like royalty, and she was keen to figure out how to keep me in my newly submissive state.

“Blow dry,” she said softly, grinning as I bent at the waist, gently blowing on her freshly painted toes.

“Now… Seal it with a kiss,” she whispered.

My heart fluttered. I could only like it to the feeling you get right before you’re about to enjoy a kiss on a first date. The anticipation, the excitement…

A soft moan escaped my lips as I planted a long, soft kiss on the gorgeous foot of my best friend, soon moving my head to kiss her other foot. I wasn’t even bothered that they were somewhat smelly after a quite long ride home. But it looked some confusion appeared on my face once I sensed the smell and made Kayla laugh.

“Look up at me, Michelle.”

I lifted my head, there on my knees, looking up at the radiant goddess. She slowly raised her legs, gently resting one foot on my breast and the other on my upper face.

“Best foot cushions ever,” she smiled.

I looked utterly destroyed. My hidden desires had spilt over, and my BFF had taken advantage. Our friendship I knew was forever changed, and I was concerned about what this meant for me moving forward.

“Oh Michelle, stop pouting like this isn’t what you want,” she smirked. I forced a smile onto my face. 

“Are you really going to make me pay the $1800?” I asked softly, looking at Kayla from beneath her foot.

She raised an eyebrow.

“Tell me, Michelle… If some girl had agreed to pay you $1800 to paint her toenails, would you make her pay up?”

Kayla, of course, knew me very well. Lying was futile. I nodded.

“Yes.”

“Well then,” she said, “Crawl over to your bag, fetch your phone, and pay the bill.”

And I did exactly that, crawling to where I’d dropped my handbag, pulling out my phone and transferring Kayla the money.

Kayla couldn’t hide her delight.  

“So,” she said, “My mum should be here any minute.”

“Oh. Of course. I’ll see you later then,” I said, getting up off my knees.

“Nonsense!” Kayla smiled. “You know my mum would love to see you. Why don’t you go prepare us some tea?”

I looked at her.

“I’m not your maid, Kayla.”

She sighed, a fully contented look on her face, running her hands over her own legs. She looked up at me through her eyebrows, a devilishly seductive look on her face.

“Kayla… Please…” I begged.

She had me, and she knew it. She beckoned me with her finger, and I walked to her almost hypnotically. She stretched out her hands, taking mine in them, moving my hands to her legs. Her hands on top of mine, she moved them over her perfect thighs.

“Do they feel as good as they look?” she asked in her low, seductive tone.

“I uh… Yessss.”

She gently removed her hands from mine, my hands now hungrily running over the silky soft skin.

“Do you want them, Michelle? Do you want to smother them in pretty little kisses? Worshipping them? Tasting my thighs? My legs? My feet?”

“Yessssss Kayla.”

We were interrupted by the doorbell.

“Would you like to prepare and serve our tea for us, Michelle?” she smiled.

Yes!

I was beyond worked up. Kayla was a goddess. Yes, she was my best friend… But she was more than that now. She was everything! I wished her mother wasn’t here and we could have continued our session in her bedroom. For now, I’d just have to serve their tea and wait for her mother to leave.

As I entered the living room with their tea, her mother, Natalie, raised an eyebrow.

“Oh hello, Michelle…”

We’d known each other for years and had always gotten along. She’d been very appreciative of what I’d done to kick-start her daughter’s career, and viewed me as the best friend Kayla had ever had.  

“Hi, Natalie,” I said softly, serving tea to the fifty-year-old woman as she looked at me with curiosity through her dark brown eyes.

Like her daughter, Natalie was an imposing figure - her hair still dark and luscious, big breasts still defying gravity. She wore a floral sundress that showed off her perfect tan. Her legs didn’t have that silky, unblemished look of her daughters, signs of ageing apparent, but it was clear where her daughter’s leg length and shape came from. Natalie was in tremendous shape for a woman of her age… And Kayla giggled as she saw my eyes drop to her mother’s black strappy sandals.

“Hey mum, what do you think of my nail polish?” she asked, wiggling her toes.

“Oh, that colour suits you,” her mum smiled.

“You think? Michelle did them for me. Not bad, hey?”

I could have died!! Natalie frowned. Why was her daughter’s BFF painting her toenails and serving her tea?

“Hmm. What made you do that, sweetie?” She asked me.

“Yeah Michelle,” Kayla smirked, “What made you do that?”

What was I meant to say?? That I had these submissive desires and Kayla had drawn them out of me and I was now addicted to her damn feet and legs? No! I needed to think quick.

“Oh, I just… Kayla’s such a good friend and I just want to make sure I show her how much I appreciate her.”

Kayla giggled. “She’s so sweet,” she grinned at her mum. “She was actually just about to do my laundry for me now that we’re back from our little trip!”

Natalie looked at me quizzically. “Really?!”

I had to play along, nodding.

“Well… Don’t let me stop you,” Natalie said, a little smirk forming. “If you have chores to do, I won’t hold you up.”

Oh no. I was going to have to ACTUALLY do Kayla’s laundry.

“You heard her. You’re free to continue your chores,” Kayla smirked.

I forced a smile onto my face, trying to not let Natalie see the truth. I absolutely did NOT want to do chores for Kayla - I just wanted us to be alone so I could get closer to her legs and feet!

As I left the room, I heard Kayla.

“Michelle?”

I turned.

“Don’t forget my intimates require hand washing.” Her mother giggled, Kayla smirking as I left the room.

It was humiliating… Unpacking her bags from our trip into the washing machine, separating out her bras, panties and bikinis and hand washing them for her.

I could hear her and her mother chatting casually and giggling in the living room.

When I finally returned, Natalie looked at me.

“Sweetie…” She dangled her sandal off the end of her foot, then let it fall to the floor. “Would you pick that up for me?”

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