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This may have been the weirdest thing I have ever done in my life. Well, the weirdest experience I've ever had in my life. I think because it was so out of context, so unlikely and so totally unexpected.
I need to provide some background to provide the context it occurred in so it all makes sense. I was in a relationship with Maddy's brother Terry at the time. Maddy's family own a small merchant bank in Melbourne and Terry had been the black sheep of the family his entire life.
I met Terry in a rehab centre. He was in for substance abuse and I was having a little time out in there because of my aggression control issues. He wasn't an addict, he was more of an out of control party a****l more than anything and his family sent him off to rehab regularly, mainly to avoid him embarrassing the family.
I had a minor altercation with an asshole guy when I was out running and he followed me home where it became a major altercation. Neighbours called the police and things got a bit out of control. One of the cops stumbled and fell over when he was trying to hold me back and the next thing I knew I was arrested and charged with assaulting police and a swag of other minor, idiotic charges.
My solicitor and my ther****t had me whisked away to this rehab centre to avoid having to face charges and the Magistrate was happy to go along. I do have a bit of a history.
So there we were. Terry and I and a bunch of losers in a fairly up market rehab centre. Terry and I began a kind of love hate relationship almost from the moment we met. He was tall, incredibly good looking with a hot body, sandy hair, green eyes that were always smiling, charming, charismatic, and an arrogant, smart ass, up himself attitude.
He came up to me the first time he saw me, looked me up and down brazenly and the first words he ever said to me were.
"Nice body, shame about the face."
I slapped him across the face. Hard. As hard as I could. I thought what the fuck I'm in here for my aggression control issues, so it would seem completely normal for me to slap some random, smart ass guy for being insulting to me.
The side of his face turned bright red where I'd slapped him but eh turned back to face me and smiled. He had this amazing, captivating, enchanting smile. I realised with a shock, that I was wet and incredibly turned on.
We traded insults, sniped and snapped at each other and fucked in the showers every opportunity we got. He was a great fuck but I didn't know if I loved him or hated him.
I had lost my job because of the police assault thing and my future employment prospects looked a bit grim at the time and terry and I began talking about starting our own business together.
I thought that would be interesting given our volatile personal relationship. We were a good match though. He was outgoing, charming and very good with people. I was the opposite but I was a very good accountant and had just began to specialise in forensic accounting.
We did it. We formed a business while we were in rehab, left together and Terry moved in with me. I knew it was never going to last long but I thought it would last long enough for me to get back on my feet financially, rehab isn't cheap, and for the hubbub about the police assault thing to die down.
We actually worked very well together. Terry recruited clients and I did the grunt work. We did surprisingly well, although Terry's family name helped us a lot.
While Terry had been the black sheep of the family, his sister Maddy had carved herself a nice little place at the family bank. Operations VP. She virtually ran the place under her father's watchful eye though.
Maddy saw Terry's sudden turnaround and the success of his business as a threat to her position at the bank. She thought terry would use his success in his own business as a plank to bridge the gap with their Father and earn himself a place at the bank.
That is exactly what happened in the end.
Yes, shock, horror, Terry was just using me.
The first time I met Maddy she tried to buy me off. She had a file on me three inches thick. She offered me $25,000 to never see Terry again and increased it to $50,000 when I told her to fuck off.
Maddy was formidable. I was terrified of her and Terry called her The Vampire Cunt. He told me how she strangled his cat when she was 15 because it used to go into her room and leave cat hair on her bed. He told me how she used to get the bank's security people to k**nap him and take him to rehab. How she threatened to organise a one way boat trip out in Port Phillip Bay. I was terrified of her. Especially hearing all of these horror stories after I had told her to fuck off.
Maddy was shorter than me, slim, bordering on skinny. She had shoulder length jet black hair with a dark red streak on the right side. Cold, cruel eyes, sharp features, not attractive by any standard. She radiated this aura of power and energy that was underscored with menace. She seemed utterly ruthless and merciless.
Not someone you'd want for an enemy.
And she was Terry and my enemy.
She tried to undermine our fledgling business but her father intervened and told her to lay off and see how terry went. Her Mother used her influence to send clients our way.
So Maddy tried a new approach. She told me point blank I wasn't good enough for Terry and never would be. Men like Terry never marry women like me, they just fuck them. He was just using me to impress his Father and get back into the bank. She offered me a job at the bank. A very tempting offer but I didn’t trust her one bit.
I knew she was right about Terry. I knew he was embarrassed being seen with me and he went to great pains to make it clear to everyone that we were just business partners, even though he was fucking my brains out every night and loving it.
Terry began plotting with his brother Seb (Sebastion) who worked at the bank to engineer his return and Maddy's down fall. Terry aimed to replace Maddy at the bank. Take over her job and kick her down a level. I was caught in the middle, trying to hedge my bets with Maddy and Terry and not really sure what to do. Maddy pumped me for information about Terry and even asked me to plant some coke on him.
It was all a bit of a nightmare and that is basically the situation when this happened.
At 9:02PM Maddy called and said she wanted to see me in her office at the bank straight away. I freaked out and asked Terry what I should do. I was working but Terry had gone to bed already.
He said "Go, go see what she wants and what she's up to."
Great. So now I was MI5 for Terry and for Maddy.
I picked out my smartest business suit but Terry told me no, to wear my daggiest one and not to put on any make up. He said to look as non-threatening as I could.
I was terrified. She really scared me and I don't really know why. I've been afraid of people before like Mark/Charles and quite a few people really. But I could always avoid them and I feel like there is no escaping Maddy, or Madelaine as she was to me then.
As if she isn't intimidating enough herself, her office and everything about it is designed to intimidate. It's a huge rectangular office with dark wood panelling, massive oil paintings, strategic lighting, and the long walk to her desk really made me feel awkward and self conscious.
And there she was sitting behind a massive desk looking angry and impatient, cold and hard. I very nearly pissed my panties walking to her desk. She had her hair down, falling about her face, softening her facial features, her makeup was perfect as usual, dark reddish brown lipstick, dark eye shadow that accentuated her eyes and made her look almost Asian. She wore a crisp white blouse like a men's business shirt and a navy blue tie with thin gold horizontal stripes.
She looked intimidating, cold and hard, and almost beautiful.
She just glared at me and said nothing. No greeting or acknowledgement of any kind. I stopped in front of her desk and when she didn't invite me to sit down or even say a word, I just stood there.
Her glare intensified and I felt my bowels loosen. I was unaccountably terrified of her and I don't really know why. The silence grew and I became increasingly uncomfortable even though I didn't think that was possible.
She leaned back in her chair and put her hands behind her head. She studied me as if I had just crawled out from under a rock. Kind of curious, yet unaffected.
Finally she said. "What are Terry and Seb up to?"
"They're trying to convince Malcolm to let us implement the DDO procedures at the bank."
"What else?"
"Nothing." I said.
She stared at me and I felt my bowels loosen even more.
"Nothing that I know of I swear." I said.
She nodded slowly as if she believed me.
"Was he ever doing coke?"
"What? He was. I told you."
"Don't lie to me."
"He was."
"When did he stop?"
"Saturday."
She shook her head again.
"You told him that you told me he was using, didn't you?"
"Yes."
"He was hoping I'd accuse him and it would backfire like Nate Brown."
"Yes."
"You're not really on my side, are you?"
"I don't want to be on anyone's side."
"I want you to stop Terry from doing that DDO thing."
"How?"
"That's up to you but make sure he doesn't set foot in that bank."
"Understood?" She asked, leaning forward, staring at me intently.
"OK." I said weakly.
Then she seemed to relax. She leaned back in her chair, crossed her legs and took off her right shoe. She placed it on her desk in front of her. A shiny black, hand made, Italian high heel. It was beautiful. Then she pulled her skirt up and rolled her stocking down her leg. She placed it on the desk beside her shoe. Sheer and black. I could see enough to know what she was doing but I couldn't see behind her desk.
She leaned back in her chair and placed her right foot on the corner of her desk and she smiled at me. I thought her foot was sore and she was smiling with relief from taking off her shoe. But I didn't know why she'd taken her stocking off.
I was completely baffled.
"Suck my toes." She said firmly but her smile widened to reveal those perfectly white, perfectly even, sharp little flesh tearing teeth.
I thought I had misheard her. I wasn't shocked or anything because I really thought I hadn't heard her correctly. Then she wriggled her toes and I became really confused. Did she say what I thought she had? What the fuck? Why?
She wriggled her toes again and said. "Come on Vicky, suck my toes."
When she said that I nearly flipped. It was the last thing I expected her to do or say. I was just stunned and my mind went blank. I stood there like an idiot, staring at her foot. it was so completely unexpected, so out of context and so fucking weird.
I looked at her foot. It was small and her toenails were perfectly manicured and painted with a dark, bright red nail polish. She had nice little feet. Her legs were white with perfect skin as if they don't see much sun.
It took a long, long time for my brain to clear. I stood there staring at her foot and her toes while she smiled that cold, enigmatic smile and occasionally wriggled her toes.
At first I thought she was dismissing me the way men say 'Suck my dick' when they mean for you to fuck off or get fucked. Was 'suck my toes' equivalent to 'suck my dick' and simply meant for me to fuck off? But why take her shoe and stocking off? To be dramatic? To emphasize a point? Did men take their cocks out when they said 'suck my dick' when they really meant 'fuck off you idiot?'
Then I thought she was testing me to see if I would humiliate myself and make a fool of myself by actually doing it. I thought she'd pull her foot away and laugh at me.
Or was she testing me to see how far I would go for her? To see if she did have me under control.
Then I realised I had no fucking idea what she was up to. It was so out of context. Dr Young and I often talk about context and how important it is in social interactions. How certain behaviours are appropriate in one context yet entirely inappropriate in another context.
"What are you waiting for, Vicky?" She said and she was almost laughing now.
I was completely rattled. I took a step back preparing to leave. I tried to think but my mind was a confused jumble of thoughts. What she had said made no sense at all to me.
She was fucking with me. That's all I knew.
I prayed The Craziness would come over me but it didn't. I just stood there like an idiot feeling confused, embarrassed and afraid.
With no clear idea of what I was doing or going to do, I walked around to the side of her desk. Her foot was on the back corner of her desk so I had to. I looked down and could see her clearly now and I almost gasped at what I saw.
Her dress was hiked up very high revealing black lacy panties and a delightful patch of bare, white skin between the top of the one remaining stocking and her panties. Her right hand was resting negligently on her inner thigh very close to her cunt. Tantalizingly close to her cunt. Almost but not quite resting on her cunt.
It felt disorientating and disturbing to see her sitting like that. With her skirt up so high, her legs and panties exposed. It looked wrong. One leg still with a stocking on and the other one naked. It was incongruous. It was disturbing. Too strange, too out of context and too weird to be a turn on.
I was far too confused and afraid to be turned on anyway.
I didn't even know if this was sexual or simply designed to intimidate and humiliate me. What if I did suck her toes and she laughed and pushed me away? That would be worse than actually sucking her toes. Why didn't I just leave. Just walk out.
I had no idea what she would do or how she would react if I walked out or if I actually did suck her toes. I thought perhaps sucking her toes would turn the tables on her if she was just fucking with me.
She had such beautiful little feet. Such perfect little toes.
I thought what the fuck, I've done a lot worse than suck toes. Let's call her bluff. Or see if it was a bluff.
I bent down, avoiding her steady gaze. I gently took hold of her foot and lowered my mouth onto her big toe. She was staring at me intently as I took her big toe into my mouth and began to suck it.
It felt small inside my mouth, like a stumpy little cock. I sucked her big toe the way I suck a cock and when she didn't laugh and push me away, I sucked the toes beside it, taking two and three into my mouth and finally took her whole foot into my mouth and sucked all of her toes at once.
It felt like the weirdest thing I had ever done in my life and that was saying something. Sucking her toes in her office with her dressed for work except for one missing shoe and stocking. Me in a business suit leaning over her desk ... sucking her toes.
Emma likes me sucking her toes so I'd done it a few times before and I didn't feel weird about the act itself but I did feel weird doing it standing up, bent over beside her desk, in that office, and doing it to HER. To Madelaine.
I mean what was this woman to me? An enemy? A rival? Certainly not a friend or potential lover. Certainly not the sort of person whose toes I should be sucking.
There was something sexual about her though, but a kind of controlled, practiced, learned, deliberate sexuality that I imagined her using as a weapon. She was very perceptive and I wondered, with her toes in my mouth, if she had sensed my kinky nature, or had read about it in the three inch thick file she had on me, and she was trying to seduce me in a way she thought I would really go for. Something strange and kinky.
I was sucking her whole foot as if it was a big, thick cock, sucking it the same way I would suck a big, thick cock, slowly moving my mouth up and down. She hadn't said a word yet, or made a noise, or even moved since I started sucking and I hadn't been game to look at her to see her reaction.
I slowly looked up at her and her smile had gone. Her mouth was partly open and she was watching me sucking her toes intently with a strange look on her face. A really, really strange look that I couldn't read. A look I had never seen on her face before.
She looked as though she was concentrating hard on what I was doing yet her mind was faraway at the same time.
I looked down at her legs and at her black lacy panties. Her skirt had ridden up even higher now and it was right up under her ass. She had moved her legs wider apart and I was looking right at her cunt now, hidden by only the thin fabric of her panties.
I thought about sliding my hand down her leg and touching her cunt. I wondered how that smooth skin would feel under my fingertips, what her cunt would feel like, if she was wet. I wondered what her cunt would taste like.
It wasn't unpleasant sucking her toes. Well, her foot really. Half her foot. The weirdness and the kinkiness of the act did appeal to me and it was turning me on a bit. I wasn't that turned on, maybe 4 out of 10 by then, not enough to act on. But then as I watched her, looking down at her, with her foot in my mouth and I began to wonder if she was actually ENJOYING this and perhaps even getting off on it.
I looked down at her leg, at that white, perfect little leg and those expensive, black lacy panties. I saw her hand hadn't moved from where it was, almost touching her cunt, so tantalizingly close, and I had a sudden and massive Vagina Jolt.
I remembered her ass in those tight leather pants, how she looked when she threw her leg over that bike, how her nipples were poking out of that tight black top and I felt my cunt get instantly and soakingly wet.
Just as I was about to slide my hand down her leg she slowly pulled her foot out of my mouth and out of my hand - as if she had sensed my arousal. She slowly placed her foot, the one I'd just been sucking on my chest between my breasts and gently pushed.
Now, with me standing and her still sitting with one leg up and her foot on my chest and the other one on the floor, I found myself looking down between her legs directly at her cunt, clad in those expensive, black lacy panties.
She lowered her foot, crossed her legs and massaged the toes I had just been sucking. Her fingernails had the same colour polish as her lipstick. Her fingers became wet with my saliva. I watched her massaging her toes, fascinated.
Then she took a tissue from a drawer in her desk and wiped her toes dry. She casually put her stocking back on and then her shoe.
She smiled at me. That same little scary smile that showed her teeth. Little perfect white teeth. Too small, too perfect and too white to be real. She'd had her teeth done. Reshaped, made smaller and veneered.
"You can go now." She said quietly with that scary little smile.
I just walked out without saying goodbye. I had no idea what to say anyway. What does one say after something like that?
I knew that sooner or later I was going to start obsessing about this big time and about the WHY of it. Of all the things she could have made me do or done to me why make me suck her toes?
I know she's picked up on my lesbo vibe and perhaps she was playing to that.
Perhaps she has a toe sucking fetish.
Perhaps it was a pure power play, making me do something ridiculous and humiliating.
Or just making me do something really weird to put me off balance.
I think it was the weirdest thing I had ever done.
Terry was waiting up for me but I didn't tell him about the toe sucking. It was just TOO weird. I told him that Madeleine had told me to try and stop him and Seb from implementing DDO at the bank and that was about the extent of my debriefing.
Terry bent me over the couch and gave me one of his hard couch fucks, ramming his cock up into me and I found myself sucking my fingers, all of them in my mouth, imagining they were Maddy's toes.
I need to provide some background to provide the context it occurred in so it all makes sense. I was in a relationship with Maddy's brother Terry at the time. Maddy's family own a small merchant bank in Melbourne and Terry had been the black sheep of the family his entire life.
I met Terry in a rehab centre. He was in for substance abuse and I was having a little time out in there because of my aggression control issues. He wasn't an addict, he was more of an out of control party a****l more than anything and his family sent him off to rehab regularly, mainly to avoid him embarrassing the family.
I had a minor altercation with an asshole guy when I was out running and he followed me home where it became a major altercation. Neighbours called the police and things got a bit out of control. One of the cops stumbled and fell over when he was trying to hold me back and the next thing I knew I was arrested and charged with assaulting police and a swag of other minor, idiotic charges.
My solicitor and my ther****t had me whisked away to this rehab centre to avoid having to face charges and the Magistrate was happy to go along. I do have a bit of a history.
So there we were. Terry and I and a bunch of losers in a fairly up market rehab centre. Terry and I began a kind of love hate relationship almost from the moment we met. He was tall, incredibly good looking with a hot body, sandy hair, green eyes that were always smiling, charming, charismatic, and an arrogant, smart ass, up himself attitude.
He came up to me the first time he saw me, looked me up and down brazenly and the first words he ever said to me were.
"Nice body, shame about the face."
I slapped him across the face. Hard. As hard as I could. I thought what the fuck I'm in here for my aggression control issues, so it would seem completely normal for me to slap some random, smart ass guy for being insulting to me.
The side of his face turned bright red where I'd slapped him but eh turned back to face me and smiled. He had this amazing, captivating, enchanting smile. I realised with a shock, that I was wet and incredibly turned on.
We traded insults, sniped and snapped at each other and fucked in the showers every opportunity we got. He was a great fuck but I didn't know if I loved him or hated him.
I had lost my job because of the police assault thing and my future employment prospects looked a bit grim at the time and terry and I began talking about starting our own business together.
I thought that would be interesting given our volatile personal relationship. We were a good match though. He was outgoing, charming and very good with people. I was the opposite but I was a very good accountant and had just began to specialise in forensic accounting.
We did it. We formed a business while we were in rehab, left together and Terry moved in with me. I knew it was never going to last long but I thought it would last long enough for me to get back on my feet financially, rehab isn't cheap, and for the hubbub about the police assault thing to die down.
We actually worked very well together. Terry recruited clients and I did the grunt work. We did surprisingly well, although Terry's family name helped us a lot.
While Terry had been the black sheep of the family, his sister Maddy had carved herself a nice little place at the family bank. Operations VP. She virtually ran the place under her father's watchful eye though.
Maddy saw Terry's sudden turnaround and the success of his business as a threat to her position at the bank. She thought terry would use his success in his own business as a plank to bridge the gap with their Father and earn himself a place at the bank.
That is exactly what happened in the end.
Yes, shock, horror, Terry was just using me.
The first time I met Maddy she tried to buy me off. She had a file on me three inches thick. She offered me $25,000 to never see Terry again and increased it to $50,000 when I told her to fuck off.
Maddy was formidable. I was terrified of her and Terry called her The Vampire Cunt. He told me how she strangled his cat when she was 15 because it used to go into her room and leave cat hair on her bed. He told me how she used to get the bank's security people to k**nap him and take him to rehab. How she threatened to organise a one way boat trip out in Port Phillip Bay. I was terrified of her. Especially hearing all of these horror stories after I had told her to fuck off.
Maddy was shorter than me, slim, bordering on skinny. She had shoulder length jet black hair with a dark red streak on the right side. Cold, cruel eyes, sharp features, not attractive by any standard. She radiated this aura of power and energy that was underscored with menace. She seemed utterly ruthless and merciless.
Not someone you'd want for an enemy.
And she was Terry and my enemy.
She tried to undermine our fledgling business but her father intervened and told her to lay off and see how terry went. Her Mother used her influence to send clients our way.
So Maddy tried a new approach. She told me point blank I wasn't good enough for Terry and never would be. Men like Terry never marry women like me, they just fuck them. He was just using me to impress his Father and get back into the bank. She offered me a job at the bank. A very tempting offer but I didn’t trust her one bit.
I knew she was right about Terry. I knew he was embarrassed being seen with me and he went to great pains to make it clear to everyone that we were just business partners, even though he was fucking my brains out every night and loving it.
Terry began plotting with his brother Seb (Sebastion) who worked at the bank to engineer his return and Maddy's down fall. Terry aimed to replace Maddy at the bank. Take over her job and kick her down a level. I was caught in the middle, trying to hedge my bets with Maddy and Terry and not really sure what to do. Maddy pumped me for information about Terry and even asked me to plant some coke on him.
It was all a bit of a nightmare and that is basically the situation when this happened.
At 9:02PM Maddy called and said she wanted to see me in her office at the bank straight away. I freaked out and asked Terry what I should do. I was working but Terry had gone to bed already.
He said "Go, go see what she wants and what she's up to."
Great. So now I was MI5 for Terry and for Maddy.
I picked out my smartest business suit but Terry told me no, to wear my daggiest one and not to put on any make up. He said to look as non-threatening as I could.
I was terrified. She really scared me and I don't really know why. I've been afraid of people before like Mark/Charles and quite a few people really. But I could always avoid them and I feel like there is no escaping Maddy, or Madelaine as she was to me then.
As if she isn't intimidating enough herself, her office and everything about it is designed to intimidate. It's a huge rectangular office with dark wood panelling, massive oil paintings, strategic lighting, and the long walk to her desk really made me feel awkward and self conscious.
And there she was sitting behind a massive desk looking angry and impatient, cold and hard. I very nearly pissed my panties walking to her desk. She had her hair down, falling about her face, softening her facial features, her makeup was perfect as usual, dark reddish brown lipstick, dark eye shadow that accentuated her eyes and made her look almost Asian. She wore a crisp white blouse like a men's business shirt and a navy blue tie with thin gold horizontal stripes.
She looked intimidating, cold and hard, and almost beautiful.
She just glared at me and said nothing. No greeting or acknowledgement of any kind. I stopped in front of her desk and when she didn't invite me to sit down or even say a word, I just stood there.
Her glare intensified and I felt my bowels loosen. I was unaccountably terrified of her and I don't really know why. The silence grew and I became increasingly uncomfortable even though I didn't think that was possible.
She leaned back in her chair and put her hands behind her head. She studied me as if I had just crawled out from under a rock. Kind of curious, yet unaffected.
Finally she said. "What are Terry and Seb up to?"
"They're trying to convince Malcolm to let us implement the DDO procedures at the bank."
"What else?"
"Nothing." I said.
She stared at me and I felt my bowels loosen even more.
"Nothing that I know of I swear." I said.
She nodded slowly as if she believed me.
"Was he ever doing coke?"
"What? He was. I told you."
"Don't lie to me."
"He was."
"When did he stop?"
"Saturday."
She shook her head again.
"You told him that you told me he was using, didn't you?"
"Yes."
"He was hoping I'd accuse him and it would backfire like Nate Brown."
"Yes."
"You're not really on my side, are you?"
"I don't want to be on anyone's side."
"I want you to stop Terry from doing that DDO thing."
"How?"
"That's up to you but make sure he doesn't set foot in that bank."
"Understood?" She asked, leaning forward, staring at me intently.
"OK." I said weakly.
Then she seemed to relax. She leaned back in her chair, crossed her legs and took off her right shoe. She placed it on her desk in front of her. A shiny black, hand made, Italian high heel. It was beautiful. Then she pulled her skirt up and rolled her stocking down her leg. She placed it on the desk beside her shoe. Sheer and black. I could see enough to know what she was doing but I couldn't see behind her desk.
She leaned back in her chair and placed her right foot on the corner of her desk and she smiled at me. I thought her foot was sore and she was smiling with relief from taking off her shoe. But I didn't know why she'd taken her stocking off.
I was completely baffled.
"Suck my toes." She said firmly but her smile widened to reveal those perfectly white, perfectly even, sharp little flesh tearing teeth.
I thought I had misheard her. I wasn't shocked or anything because I really thought I hadn't heard her correctly. Then she wriggled her toes and I became really confused. Did she say what I thought she had? What the fuck? Why?
She wriggled her toes again and said. "Come on Vicky, suck my toes."
When she said that I nearly flipped. It was the last thing I expected her to do or say. I was just stunned and my mind went blank. I stood there like an idiot, staring at her foot. it was so completely unexpected, so out of context and so fucking weird.
I looked at her foot. It was small and her toenails were perfectly manicured and painted with a dark, bright red nail polish. She had nice little feet. Her legs were white with perfect skin as if they don't see much sun.
It took a long, long time for my brain to clear. I stood there staring at her foot and her toes while she smiled that cold, enigmatic smile and occasionally wriggled her toes.
At first I thought she was dismissing me the way men say 'Suck my dick' when they mean for you to fuck off or get fucked. Was 'suck my toes' equivalent to 'suck my dick' and simply meant for me to fuck off? But why take her shoe and stocking off? To be dramatic? To emphasize a point? Did men take their cocks out when they said 'suck my dick' when they really meant 'fuck off you idiot?'
Then I thought she was testing me to see if I would humiliate myself and make a fool of myself by actually doing it. I thought she'd pull her foot away and laugh at me.
Or was she testing me to see how far I would go for her? To see if she did have me under control.
Then I realised I had no fucking idea what she was up to. It was so out of context. Dr Young and I often talk about context and how important it is in social interactions. How certain behaviours are appropriate in one context yet entirely inappropriate in another context.
"What are you waiting for, Vicky?" She said and she was almost laughing now.
I was completely rattled. I took a step back preparing to leave. I tried to think but my mind was a confused jumble of thoughts. What she had said made no sense at all to me.
She was fucking with me. That's all I knew.
I prayed The Craziness would come over me but it didn't. I just stood there like an idiot feeling confused, embarrassed and afraid.
With no clear idea of what I was doing or going to do, I walked around to the side of her desk. Her foot was on the back corner of her desk so I had to. I looked down and could see her clearly now and I almost gasped at what I saw.
Her dress was hiked up very high revealing black lacy panties and a delightful patch of bare, white skin between the top of the one remaining stocking and her panties. Her right hand was resting negligently on her inner thigh very close to her cunt. Tantalizingly close to her cunt. Almost but not quite resting on her cunt.
It felt disorientating and disturbing to see her sitting like that. With her skirt up so high, her legs and panties exposed. It looked wrong. One leg still with a stocking on and the other one naked. It was incongruous. It was disturbing. Too strange, too out of context and too weird to be a turn on.
I was far too confused and afraid to be turned on anyway.
I didn't even know if this was sexual or simply designed to intimidate and humiliate me. What if I did suck her toes and she laughed and pushed me away? That would be worse than actually sucking her toes. Why didn't I just leave. Just walk out.
I had no idea what she would do or how she would react if I walked out or if I actually did suck her toes. I thought perhaps sucking her toes would turn the tables on her if she was just fucking with me.
She had such beautiful little feet. Such perfect little toes.
I thought what the fuck, I've done a lot worse than suck toes. Let's call her bluff. Or see if it was a bluff.
I bent down, avoiding her steady gaze. I gently took hold of her foot and lowered my mouth onto her big toe. She was staring at me intently as I took her big toe into my mouth and began to suck it.
It felt small inside my mouth, like a stumpy little cock. I sucked her big toe the way I suck a cock and when she didn't laugh and push me away, I sucked the toes beside it, taking two and three into my mouth and finally took her whole foot into my mouth and sucked all of her toes at once.
It felt like the weirdest thing I had ever done in my life and that was saying something. Sucking her toes in her office with her dressed for work except for one missing shoe and stocking. Me in a business suit leaning over her desk ... sucking her toes.
Emma likes me sucking her toes so I'd done it a few times before and I didn't feel weird about the act itself but I did feel weird doing it standing up, bent over beside her desk, in that office, and doing it to HER. To Madelaine.
I mean what was this woman to me? An enemy? A rival? Certainly not a friend or potential lover. Certainly not the sort of person whose toes I should be sucking.
There was something sexual about her though, but a kind of controlled, practiced, learned, deliberate sexuality that I imagined her using as a weapon. She was very perceptive and I wondered, with her toes in my mouth, if she had sensed my kinky nature, or had read about it in the three inch thick file she had on me, and she was trying to seduce me in a way she thought I would really go for. Something strange and kinky.
I was sucking her whole foot as if it was a big, thick cock, sucking it the same way I would suck a big, thick cock, slowly moving my mouth up and down. She hadn't said a word yet, or made a noise, or even moved since I started sucking and I hadn't been game to look at her to see her reaction.
I slowly looked up at her and her smile had gone. Her mouth was partly open and she was watching me sucking her toes intently with a strange look on her face. A really, really strange look that I couldn't read. A look I had never seen on her face before.
She looked as though she was concentrating hard on what I was doing yet her mind was faraway at the same time.
I looked down at her legs and at her black lacy panties. Her skirt had ridden up even higher now and it was right up under her ass. She had moved her legs wider apart and I was looking right at her cunt now, hidden by only the thin fabric of her panties.
I thought about sliding my hand down her leg and touching her cunt. I wondered how that smooth skin would feel under my fingertips, what her cunt would feel like, if she was wet. I wondered what her cunt would taste like.
It wasn't unpleasant sucking her toes. Well, her foot really. Half her foot. The weirdness and the kinkiness of the act did appeal to me and it was turning me on a bit. I wasn't that turned on, maybe 4 out of 10 by then, not enough to act on. But then as I watched her, looking down at her, with her foot in my mouth and I began to wonder if she was actually ENJOYING this and perhaps even getting off on it.
I looked down at her leg, at that white, perfect little leg and those expensive, black lacy panties. I saw her hand hadn't moved from where it was, almost touching her cunt, so tantalizingly close, and I had a sudden and massive Vagina Jolt.
I remembered her ass in those tight leather pants, how she looked when she threw her leg over that bike, how her nipples were poking out of that tight black top and I felt my cunt get instantly and soakingly wet.
Just as I was about to slide my hand down her leg she slowly pulled her foot out of my mouth and out of my hand - as if she had sensed my arousal. She slowly placed her foot, the one I'd just been sucking on my chest between my breasts and gently pushed.
Now, with me standing and her still sitting with one leg up and her foot on my chest and the other one on the floor, I found myself looking down between her legs directly at her cunt, clad in those expensive, black lacy panties.
She lowered her foot, crossed her legs and massaged the toes I had just been sucking. Her fingernails had the same colour polish as her lipstick. Her fingers became wet with my saliva. I watched her massaging her toes, fascinated.
Then she took a tissue from a drawer in her desk and wiped her toes dry. She casually put her stocking back on and then her shoe.
She smiled at me. That same little scary smile that showed her teeth. Little perfect white teeth. Too small, too perfect and too white to be real. She'd had her teeth done. Reshaped, made smaller and veneered.
"You can go now." She said quietly with that scary little smile.
I just walked out without saying goodbye. I had no idea what to say anyway. What does one say after something like that?
I knew that sooner or later I was going to start obsessing about this big time and about the WHY of it. Of all the things she could have made me do or done to me why make me suck her toes?
I know she's picked up on my lesbo vibe and perhaps she was playing to that.
Perhaps she has a toe sucking fetish.
Perhaps it was a pure power play, making me do something ridiculous and humiliating.
Or just making me do something really weird to put me off balance.
I think it was the weirdest thing I had ever done.
Terry was waiting up for me but I didn't tell him about the toe sucking. It was just TOO weird. I told him that Madeleine had told me to try and stop him and Seb from implementing DDO at the bank and that was about the extent of my debriefing.
Terry bent me over the couch and gave me one of his hard couch fucks, ramming his cock up into me and I found myself sucking my fingers, all of them in my mouth, imagining they were Maddy's toes.
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