A Relationship Evolves (F/M)
Posted: Tue Apr 16, 2024 11:26 pm
Part One
My girlfriend Michelle and I have been together for about six months. She's a tall, beautiful, brunette with gorgeous eyes and a body that kills. Honestly, I'm lucky I found her.
We had a lot of mutual interests; working out, reading, sports, games. Things in the bedroom were great as well, she really knows what she's doing. Unfortunately, we're both extremely competitive and that would ultimately send us on a relationship trajectory I never saw coming.
It all started on a Friday night after Michelle got home from work as a teacher at the local high school. She had brought pizza home with her and we settled in for a routine night of games and a few drinks. Michelle had been so hungry when she came home she joined me on the couch without taking off her shoes, eagerly diving into the pizza.
We decided to try out a new game Michelle had heard about from a friend, "Dares: Couple's Edition". The premise of the game was you took turns picking a couple of cards, and you played one. Your partner had to follow through with the dare: if they refused, or failed to finish it, you got a point. The first person to five points would win. Some of the dares were silly, like "Show off your best dance moves without music", while others were sensual, "Make out with your partner for 30 seconds", while others were random, such as "Do whatever your partner asks". Knowing how competitive we both are, I knew this game could get out of hand, but I was willing to play.
The game went on for a while without much excitement. Michelle ended up with a 2 point lead after Michelle cheated and poked me in the stomach while I was chugging my drink, causing me to spit half of it out. The other dare I messed up was when I had to sing the National Anthem like a pop song and well, singing is not my strong suit. I had thought I would get a point when I drew a card that read "let your partner tickle you for 30 seconds", since Michelle hated being tickled. Unfortunately for her I loved tickling her, it really turns me on, so this card was a great time for me. Michelle managed to tough it out and survived, kicking and screaming through the entire ordeal but she did it. Then, things began to change.
Michelle giggled excitedly as she read the card she just picked up before playing it. It read "Give your partner a massage" and before I could ask where she wanted massaged, she had swung her feet, still in her shoes, into my lap.
"Oh Michelle, come on! You've been in those shoes for over 10 hours now! And I know you join the Phys Ed class for their runs on Fridays. I'm not rubbing your stinky feet!"
"Pleeeaasseee Jake" Michelle whined, battering her eyes at me innocently.
"No way, not unless you go shower and put some clean socks on. I don't want those stinky things in my hands." I joked, and Michelle's look changed from innocent to annoyed.
"They're not that stinky. Take it back or I'll make you sniff 'em" Michelle challenged.
"Nope, the card says massage, nothing else. And there's no way you can make me smell them." I replied and Michelle got a look on her face I'd seen many times when her competitive side took over.
"Fine then. Three points for me. Want to make things interesting?" Michelle asked.
"What do you mean?" I responded, intrigued.
"Whoever wins this game gets to tie up the other in the bedroom whenever they choose" Michelle said seductively. My blood began to flow to my dick as I pictured my beautiful girlfriend tied up and blindfolded for me to play with, but my brain interjected.
"Wait, you're up three points that's no fair!" I pointed out.
"We'll do best two of three, starting now. How's that?" Michelle asked, arching her eyebrow in a challenge.
"Deal" I said. We cleared away the pizza and settled in four our high stakes match. Michelle won rock paper scissors and got to go first.
Michelle drew her card and smirked before putting it down. The card read "Kiss your partner wherever they want". Normally I would be very enthusiastic to follow through on this, but Michelle had an evil look in her eye.
"I want you to kiss my feet so you can see they're not that stinky." Michelle said confidently. I glanced at the clock and noted we were quickly approaching 11 hours since she put those shoes on, and I could only imagine how sweaty her feet were inside them.
"Michelle come on, you know that's not fair. You've even talked about how bad your feet stink after work sometimes, why would you make me kiss them?" I whined.
"Because you're being a brat, and the more you fight it, the more I want to make you suffer with my stinky feet." Michelle replied bluntly.
"I'm not kissing your nasty feet. One point for you." I said with disgust. Michelle's eyes narrowed.
"Fine. Your turn." She said angrily.
I drew my card and read it over. It was a double wild card, and I saw my chance to stick it to Michelle and her stinky feet. The card explained the rules: each partner picked a stake for the other, then one partner got to pick a condition of the stakes, while the other partner got to pick the method of winning. I knew right away what my stake was going to be and laid the card down for Michelle to read.
"If I win, I choose that you become my tickle slave." I told Michelle confidently. She finished reading and stared at me.
"What does that even mean?" She asked.
"I get to tickle you when I want, and you can't say no. You have to let me tie you up, pin you down, whatever, and let me tickle you for as long as I want." I smirked.
I watched Michelle contemplate the information. She sat in silence for a few minutes before replying.
"Alright. But if I win, you have to be my foot bitch. You're gonna rub my feet, smell them, worship them, whenever you I want. And you better believe I'll tie you up if you don't honour it." Michelle shot back with an evil sounding laugh.
I felt my mouth dry as the thought of being tied up at Michelle's feet sounded terrible. I wondered if I'd made a mistake teasing her about her feet, but pushed through.
"Okay, fine. But my condition is this can only be used once every two days." I said, hoping that he wouldn't have to be dealing with smelly feet every two days.
"Fine. And since I get to pick how we decide a winner, I've decided that in order to make you my foot bitch, or me your tickle slave, we have to beg for it." Michelle explained.
"What do you mean beg for it?" I asked, confused.
"You have to beg me to let you smell my feet. Or, I have to beg you to tickle me, which won't be happening." Michelle said with a grin.
"Well I'm never going to beg to sniff your nasty feet so I guess that's not gonna happen either." I said with a shrug.
"Great, let's shake on it." Michelle said, extending her hand. Happy with the fact I knew I'd never have to be her foot bitch, since I would never beg to put my nose near her feet, I quickly reached over and shook her hand, sealing the deal. It wasn't until I saw Michelle pick her next card that I realized I made a mistake.
"Wait how am I supposed to get a point if nobody begs?" I asked incredulously, to which Michelle shrugged.
"That's your problem not mine. It's my turn now." She said and read her card.
"Pick a physical challenge for your partner to show off" Michelle read aloud before playing the card and thinking for a minute.
"I know! Pushups! How does thirty sound babe?" Michelle asked, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I could easily do fifty pushups in a row, so I was safe for another round at least.
"No problem!" I cockily replied, and moved down to the floor.
"There's a condition though, one you start you cannot stop, no matter what. Deal?" Michelle asked, and I scoffed.
"Yeah, no problem. Deal." I said and began quickly doing pushups. I wasn't paying attention to Michelle, focusing on counting my reps, when out of nowhere an empty shoe slid on the ground near my face.
I realized it was Michelle's shoe, now free from her foot, and I stayed at the top of the pushup position, arms locked out and my head far from the shoe.
"What are you doing? Get that out of here!" I yelled at Michelle.
"Hmmmm... Nope. Better get doing those pushups babe." Michelle teased. I groaned and lowered myself to the ground, completing another pushup and unfortunately putting my face directly near the opening of Michelle's shoe.
"Michelle! This is not fair! It stinks!" I complained, forcing myself back up and away from the shoe.
"Sounds like a personal problem babe. Remember you agreed no stopping or I win!" Michelle taunted, sliding her second shoe beside the other, doubling the stink rising from them.
"Ugh" I groaned as I lowered myself again, the smell from my girlfriend's shoes becoming very evident as I got close. Despite trying to keep my nose away, my head was close enough my efforts were not successful. The odour wafting up from the shoes was strong, with a swampy, cheesy odour that smelled of fresh sweat mixed with old sweat and stink. The only bright side was that I was only being subjected to the odour that managed to escape, rather than being subjected to the full odour stuck inside them.
I began holding myself upright to stay away from the shoes when Michelle's feet popped into view, her grey socks propped up on her shoes as she wiggled her toes.
"This is not fair! Michelle your feet stink!" I complained, to which Michelle stuck out her tongue. I lowered myself as low as I could without getting my face near Michelle's feet and started to go back up.
"Nope, doesn't count. You didn't go low enough" Michelle said smugly.
I sighed and took a deep breath in before lowering myself. I tried to turn my head to avoid her feet, but Michelle spread her feet outwards at the last minute, resulting in my face coming into direct contact with her sweaty size 10 sole.
This close, I could see dark grey spots among the light grey material where her socks were still damp with sweat. I noticed that the area around her toes was particularly dark coloured, and unfortunately confirmed this spot was very damp as my nose came into direct contact.
I shuddered from the feeling of her foot sweat on my skin before I began to panic as I felt her sweaty toes pinch my nose through her sock. I pulled myself away quickly before I had to breathe in, but I didn't focus on my balance and toppled over.
As I lay there on the ground realizing I had lost, Michelle jumped to her feet and cheered. She then stood beside me and began rubbing her smelly foot on my face while giggling.
"Knock it off Michelle! You cheated!" I said, swatting her foot away.
"Don't be a sore loser Jake. You lost the game, so I get to tie you up when I want. Don't worry, you're off the hook for tonight. But soon enough you're gonna be all mine... Maybe you'll even beg to smell my feet and become my little foot bitch." Michelle said as she picked up her work sneakers, blew me a kiss and walked out of the room.
My girlfriend Michelle and I have been together for about six months. She's a tall, beautiful, brunette with gorgeous eyes and a body that kills. Honestly, I'm lucky I found her.
We had a lot of mutual interests; working out, reading, sports, games. Things in the bedroom were great as well, she really knows what she's doing. Unfortunately, we're both extremely competitive and that would ultimately send us on a relationship trajectory I never saw coming.
It all started on a Friday night after Michelle got home from work as a teacher at the local high school. She had brought pizza home with her and we settled in for a routine night of games and a few drinks. Michelle had been so hungry when she came home she joined me on the couch without taking off her shoes, eagerly diving into the pizza.
We decided to try out a new game Michelle had heard about from a friend, "Dares: Couple's Edition". The premise of the game was you took turns picking a couple of cards, and you played one. Your partner had to follow through with the dare: if they refused, or failed to finish it, you got a point. The first person to five points would win. Some of the dares were silly, like "Show off your best dance moves without music", while others were sensual, "Make out with your partner for 30 seconds", while others were random, such as "Do whatever your partner asks". Knowing how competitive we both are, I knew this game could get out of hand, but I was willing to play.
The game went on for a while without much excitement. Michelle ended up with a 2 point lead after Michelle cheated and poked me in the stomach while I was chugging my drink, causing me to spit half of it out. The other dare I messed up was when I had to sing the National Anthem like a pop song and well, singing is not my strong suit. I had thought I would get a point when I drew a card that read "let your partner tickle you for 30 seconds", since Michelle hated being tickled. Unfortunately for her I loved tickling her, it really turns me on, so this card was a great time for me. Michelle managed to tough it out and survived, kicking and screaming through the entire ordeal but she did it. Then, things began to change.
Michelle giggled excitedly as she read the card she just picked up before playing it. It read "Give your partner a massage" and before I could ask where she wanted massaged, she had swung her feet, still in her shoes, into my lap.
"Oh Michelle, come on! You've been in those shoes for over 10 hours now! And I know you join the Phys Ed class for their runs on Fridays. I'm not rubbing your stinky feet!"
"Pleeeaasseee Jake" Michelle whined, battering her eyes at me innocently.
"No way, not unless you go shower and put some clean socks on. I don't want those stinky things in my hands." I joked, and Michelle's look changed from innocent to annoyed.
"They're not that stinky. Take it back or I'll make you sniff 'em" Michelle challenged.
"Nope, the card says massage, nothing else. And there's no way you can make me smell them." I replied and Michelle got a look on her face I'd seen many times when her competitive side took over.
"Fine then. Three points for me. Want to make things interesting?" Michelle asked.
"What do you mean?" I responded, intrigued.
"Whoever wins this game gets to tie up the other in the bedroom whenever they choose" Michelle said seductively. My blood began to flow to my dick as I pictured my beautiful girlfriend tied up and blindfolded for me to play with, but my brain interjected.
"Wait, you're up three points that's no fair!" I pointed out.
"We'll do best two of three, starting now. How's that?" Michelle asked, arching her eyebrow in a challenge.
"Deal" I said. We cleared away the pizza and settled in four our high stakes match. Michelle won rock paper scissors and got to go first.
Michelle drew her card and smirked before putting it down. The card read "Kiss your partner wherever they want". Normally I would be very enthusiastic to follow through on this, but Michelle had an evil look in her eye.
"I want you to kiss my feet so you can see they're not that stinky." Michelle said confidently. I glanced at the clock and noted we were quickly approaching 11 hours since she put those shoes on, and I could only imagine how sweaty her feet were inside them.
"Michelle come on, you know that's not fair. You've even talked about how bad your feet stink after work sometimes, why would you make me kiss them?" I whined.
"Because you're being a brat, and the more you fight it, the more I want to make you suffer with my stinky feet." Michelle replied bluntly.
"I'm not kissing your nasty feet. One point for you." I said with disgust. Michelle's eyes narrowed.
"Fine. Your turn." She said angrily.
I drew my card and read it over. It was a double wild card, and I saw my chance to stick it to Michelle and her stinky feet. The card explained the rules: each partner picked a stake for the other, then one partner got to pick a condition of the stakes, while the other partner got to pick the method of winning. I knew right away what my stake was going to be and laid the card down for Michelle to read.
"If I win, I choose that you become my tickle slave." I told Michelle confidently. She finished reading and stared at me.
"What does that even mean?" She asked.
"I get to tickle you when I want, and you can't say no. You have to let me tie you up, pin you down, whatever, and let me tickle you for as long as I want." I smirked.
I watched Michelle contemplate the information. She sat in silence for a few minutes before replying.
"Alright. But if I win, you have to be my foot bitch. You're gonna rub my feet, smell them, worship them, whenever you I want. And you better believe I'll tie you up if you don't honour it." Michelle shot back with an evil sounding laugh.
I felt my mouth dry as the thought of being tied up at Michelle's feet sounded terrible. I wondered if I'd made a mistake teasing her about her feet, but pushed through.
"Okay, fine. But my condition is this can only be used once every two days." I said, hoping that he wouldn't have to be dealing with smelly feet every two days.
"Fine. And since I get to pick how we decide a winner, I've decided that in order to make you my foot bitch, or me your tickle slave, we have to beg for it." Michelle explained.
"What do you mean beg for it?" I asked, confused.
"You have to beg me to let you smell my feet. Or, I have to beg you to tickle me, which won't be happening." Michelle said with a grin.
"Well I'm never going to beg to sniff your nasty feet so I guess that's not gonna happen either." I said with a shrug.
"Great, let's shake on it." Michelle said, extending her hand. Happy with the fact I knew I'd never have to be her foot bitch, since I would never beg to put my nose near her feet, I quickly reached over and shook her hand, sealing the deal. It wasn't until I saw Michelle pick her next card that I realized I made a mistake.
"Wait how am I supposed to get a point if nobody begs?" I asked incredulously, to which Michelle shrugged.
"That's your problem not mine. It's my turn now." She said and read her card.
"Pick a physical challenge for your partner to show off" Michelle read aloud before playing the card and thinking for a minute.
"I know! Pushups! How does thirty sound babe?" Michelle asked, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I could easily do fifty pushups in a row, so I was safe for another round at least.
"No problem!" I cockily replied, and moved down to the floor.
"There's a condition though, one you start you cannot stop, no matter what. Deal?" Michelle asked, and I scoffed.
"Yeah, no problem. Deal." I said and began quickly doing pushups. I wasn't paying attention to Michelle, focusing on counting my reps, when out of nowhere an empty shoe slid on the ground near my face.
I realized it was Michelle's shoe, now free from her foot, and I stayed at the top of the pushup position, arms locked out and my head far from the shoe.
"What are you doing? Get that out of here!" I yelled at Michelle.
"Hmmmm... Nope. Better get doing those pushups babe." Michelle teased. I groaned and lowered myself to the ground, completing another pushup and unfortunately putting my face directly near the opening of Michelle's shoe.
"Michelle! This is not fair! It stinks!" I complained, forcing myself back up and away from the shoe.
"Sounds like a personal problem babe. Remember you agreed no stopping or I win!" Michelle taunted, sliding her second shoe beside the other, doubling the stink rising from them.
"Ugh" I groaned as I lowered myself again, the smell from my girlfriend's shoes becoming very evident as I got close. Despite trying to keep my nose away, my head was close enough my efforts were not successful. The odour wafting up from the shoes was strong, with a swampy, cheesy odour that smelled of fresh sweat mixed with old sweat and stink. The only bright side was that I was only being subjected to the odour that managed to escape, rather than being subjected to the full odour stuck inside them.
I began holding myself upright to stay away from the shoes when Michelle's feet popped into view, her grey socks propped up on her shoes as she wiggled her toes.
"This is not fair! Michelle your feet stink!" I complained, to which Michelle stuck out her tongue. I lowered myself as low as I could without getting my face near Michelle's feet and started to go back up.
"Nope, doesn't count. You didn't go low enough" Michelle said smugly.
I sighed and took a deep breath in before lowering myself. I tried to turn my head to avoid her feet, but Michelle spread her feet outwards at the last minute, resulting in my face coming into direct contact with her sweaty size 10 sole.
This close, I could see dark grey spots among the light grey material where her socks were still damp with sweat. I noticed that the area around her toes was particularly dark coloured, and unfortunately confirmed this spot was very damp as my nose came into direct contact.
I shuddered from the feeling of her foot sweat on my skin before I began to panic as I felt her sweaty toes pinch my nose through her sock. I pulled myself away quickly before I had to breathe in, but I didn't focus on my balance and toppled over.
As I lay there on the ground realizing I had lost, Michelle jumped to her feet and cheered. She then stood beside me and began rubbing her smelly foot on my face while giggling.
"Knock it off Michelle! You cheated!" I said, swatting her foot away.
"Don't be a sore loser Jake. You lost the game, so I get to tie you up when I want. Don't worry, you're off the hook for tonight. But soon enough you're gonna be all mine... Maybe you'll even beg to smell my feet and become my little foot bitch." Michelle said as she picked up her work sneakers, blew me a kiss and walked out of the room.