0 comments/ 24460 views/ 19 favorites Girl Power By: Girl Power And it was about the fun we girls could have when we all pitched in. Because alone we couldn't make guys do things they didn't want to do. But working as a group, we could make a guy do anything no matter how humiliating. I mean tell a guy he has to lick your feet and the feet of all your friends and he might just say that's disgusting; but work together and plan ahead and you can have him totally licking everyone's nasty feet all night. Nothing's impossible. Some guy gets on your nerves, work together and teach him a lesson. Think some guy treats women like objects, work together, strip him and treat him like a piece of meat. Some guy treats us like we're inferior, we'll work together to show him how pathetic and ridiculous he is, grateful even for a whiff of our foot sweat. Too bad if someone like Brian hated it. It was just some stinky feet, some humiliation and a little pain. Not a big deal, really, and a small price to pay so we girls could have some fun. Brian could complain someone's feet were too smelly, but our attitude was always "poor baby," before really grinding his nose under our toes. At this point, I don't know if I could go out with a guy unless I planned on bringing him home to let my friends totally humiliate him for laughs. The thought of seeing some guy naked on his hands and knees, his ass red from a good beating, begging to worship the nastiest feet just gets me excited. It's just so much more good fun with friends and there's something electric about so many of us having a great time. The more fun the girls are having with a guy, the more laughter and cheering there is, the more thrilling for me. So I'm planning one final night this year and all my friends will be able to treat Brian and Johnny the way they deserve to be treated. Just thinking about it, I suppose I worked Brian extra hard all week. punishing him when the apartment was anything less than spotless. I loved punishing him by making him do things he didn't want to do, like his least favorite, sucking on my dirtiest, nastiest old sweat socks while he cleaned the bathroom floor with a toothbrush. And on Monday, I was so pissed off about him getting some clothes wrinkled, I had him assume the position over the sofa, his rear end and balls exposed, and let my friends come by and shoot spitballs at his balls. An we used dried peas so I knew it would hurt if anyone hit his balls. And he'd yelp with pain and the rest of us would cheer, because when anyone scored a hit, they could take off their filthy sweat socks and shove them in his mouth while using nose to massage their sweaty toes. Only a few of us scored points, but we all ended up making him eat our socks and smell our stinky feet anyway. But that was the last time he worshipped anyone's feet until Friday, and I wonder if he thought something was up, or that he was just lucky. But everyone knew we'd have two boys to play with and we were going to get our feet as vile and stinky as we could; and if we got extra sweaty and ripe we'd have both of them smelling and tasting all our body odors and having a blast doing it. They'd both be surprised just how stinky we could get and they'd learn to appreciate it.. And knowing how competitive we all got about getting our feet super stinky, the boys would not be happy. They'd both be begging us to stop, even Brian, but not until everyone had their fun with them. And this time, I would abandon my rule of not letting anyone with super smelly feet make Brian worship them in Tasha's van. When everyone went out of their way to get their feet really smelly, the stench could linger in the living room for days; and I hated that. So we used Tasha's van if anyone had super pungent-smelling feet and wanted Brian to smell and clean them. I even used the van the week I'd worn the same socks all week, and the same nasty canvas shoes I'd always wear when Brian got on my nerves; because he hated worshiping my feet after I'd been wearing those shoes and I loved making him anyway. We all got our feet extra nasty and we really worked him over that time; but had had to wear nose plugs so we wouldn't have to smell what Brian had to smell. It was so much fun, and thankfully, for our sake, we took those precautions. We had to. Anyway, the van was Tasha's, and I was going to share Brian and Johnny with all my friends on my terms. Besides, there would be too many of us for a van. And I invited everyone (meaning the girls on the soccer team and the Chi Omegas) and because too may of us were drifting apart, and we needed to remember how much fun we had when we amused ourselves with a guy. But I guess it was the thrill of totally humiliating a new guy for a change which got everyone excited again. I guess we'd been tormenting Brian exclusively when I think we should have found other boys and lured them over for some good, uninhibited guiltless good fun. We all needed variety and Johnny would provide that. I mean was it so much to ask of a guy to let us girls have a giggle at his expense? Something else to laugh about like we still laughed about the first time we stripped Brian and made him smell our dirty feet. So, like I was saying, Amy and I cornered Johnny and proposed that the three of us have some fun. He's had sex with both of us already and his face lit up at the thought of enjoying both of us in one night. We invited him over Friday night, telling him we were having a little party but that we'd have plenty of time together afterwards. "Will there be more girls there?" "Probably." I told him, smiling about the surprise we'd have for him. "It'll be memorable," said Amy, also smiling. She turned and winked. Brian was still compliant, but he was grumbling a little more, telling me Tasha let him do things which I never let him do, and that she'd even jack him off if he was good; which I never did. But I was sure as hell not going to let Brian make this about him. I didn't care about him. he was just my slave, and he wasn't going to expect me to service him. I would be demanding the service for me and my friends and he would serve us without complaint. Though I wonder if Brian knew something was up because he noticed I'd been wearing my nasty canvas sneaks all week; and I'd never worn them more than three days in a row. He was dreading the inevitable. (to be continued) Girl Power Part 2 That Friday, I got the place ready for the big event. It was going to be crowded so I had Brian clear out a lot of the furniture and shove it in his bedroom. It was sure to get a little rowdy and wild considering it would be our first real girl's night bash, but thankfully the apartment was discrete; and most of the other tenants were young college students who wouldn't think twice about a loud party and a lot of screaming and laughing. besides, my next door neighbor was gone that weekend, so I wouldn't have to ask the girls to keep the noise down; not as if they'd listen anyway. Invite twenty or more high-spirited girls from the soccer, lacrosse and volleyball teams and expect them to keep it down when you throw them two boys for their wicked sense of humor and you'd be expecting the impossible. Yeah, it was girl's night and we were going to have an amazing time; if only Brian and Johnny knew just how much fun when have with them; though I couldn't tell if Brian suspected anything or not. Though he knew I was having a party and not inviting any boys, just the girls from my varsity soccer team and the girls from the Chi Omegas, all of them athletes from the volleyball and lacrosse teams. Though the way we saw it, we weren't having any boys over at all, just entertainment. Recently, I'd befriended a couple of girls from the Chi Omegas, two tall volleyball players: Lena and Sandra. Of the girls at Chi Omega, these two had been spending the most time at the apartment and took a real pleasure out of tormenting Brian as much as possible. They knew how much Brian hated feet, and, like me, they loved working their feet in his face any chance they got. And if there were two girls who could be relied on to have super ripe feet it was Lena and Sandra. It was always a blast seeing how the two of them took charge of Brian, giving him orders and laying into him when they saw him sitting around doing nothing. They would tell him to make himself useful and when he assured them he'd been busy all day, they always found something to do. Only this morning, Lena had Brian over a Chi Omega doing everyone's laundry. Come to think of it, no one at Chi Omega has done their own laundry for the past month. And he cleaned Lena's room and Sandra's all the time. I think Brian might be afraid of Lena. She's almost his height, and surprisingly strong. Once she challenged him to a wrestling match, and no one was more surprised that he was when she pinned him too the floor. She called him her bitch, and maybe he knew he was. And knowing how much he hated her big smelly size 11s, I would always encourage her to rub them in his face and make sure he licked and smelled them a lot; and she loved getting them extra tart and ripe before visiting. She knew he hated it and always laughed when he made a face. Sandra was the sadistic one, and it was her idea to punish Brian by shooting dried pea spit balls at his balls. And when he yelped in pain, she always laughed. Always a fan of a little physical comedy as long as it was at some schlub's expense. She was also quite a hand with the paddle and loved laying into his ass whenever she had a chance. "I like it when it's red, she said." Sandra had grown up getting teased about having stinky feet and for the first time she was getting over her self-consciousness and having some fun with it. She no longer had to worry about trying to keep her feet clean. It was always more fun to let them get extra cheesy because it always made it more fun making Brian worship them like that. She may have had the worst feet but she loved the attention more than anyone. "Don't make yourself miserable trying to smell nice for guys," I advised her. "Let them learn to appreciate how you smell. They should accept you as you are." I think it revolutionized her whole ay of thinking, or maybe it was coming one day as a first-timer and seeing me and by buddies laughing about who had the smelliest feet while we took turns rubbed them into Brian's face. So Lena and Sandra came by early that night and, spotting Brian, were ready for him. They'd waited a full week to get their feet worshipped and I think they'd grown tires of waiting. "Get over here, bitch," yelled Lena as she took a seat on the sofa. A few of the new pledges from the Chi Omegas soon arrived, all giggles and whispers; and when they saw Brian step from his room, all disheveled from moving furniture, they giggled some more. "Get your clothes off when we have special guests," I told him. And Brian kicked off his shoes and began to undress, first his shirt and then his pants until he was in nothing but his briefs. The girls, now seated in front of him on the sofa, were squealing with delight. Before Brian could pull his shorts off, Sandra came up behind him and yanked them down to his ankles, revealing his cock and balls. The girls applauded and whistled, much to Brian's embarrassment. But when he covered himself I told him to keep his arms at his side. "On your knees," said Lena as she crossed her legs. She'd been wearing her rattiest sneakers without socks, and I could tell Brian was dreading what was to come. "Now you'll see how you treat a man," Lena told the others before turning once again to Brian. "Particularly a slave and footboy like Brian here. And there's one thing you can all expect from him and that's quality foot worship. And there's nothing he loves more than foot worship but you should make him beg for it first." "Beg me for it," demanded Lena. "Can I worship your feet?" said Brian weakly. "I bet you can't wait to smell them. I've been wearing these all week and i haven't washed my feet in days." Brian was silent. he couldn't even look at Lena's sneakered foot, even when she pressed her dirty sneaker against his face. "Beg to smell my feet, bitch." "Can I smell your feet?" asked Brian. "You sure about that?" asked Lena. "They smell super gross so I'm warning you." Brian said nothing so Sandra gave him a hard kick to his read end. "Answer her," she said. "Yes." "You really want to smell them even if they smell like stinky cheese?" "Yes," replied Brian without looking at her feet. "I don't let just anyone smell my feet so you'd better show me how much you love it." Brian nodded. Then Lena turned to the others and reached for her sneaker, ready to pry it off. "Should I let him?" she asked them. The girls nodded and laughed. This was why they were here after all. Lena quickly pried of her sneaker, flexing her dirty, sweat soaked toes and soles before pressing them against Brian's face, wriggling her toes just over his nose. He pulled away, but Sandra held his head so Lena could give his nose a few squeezes with her toes. And then I got a whiff of what Brian must have been smelling. Like sour milk and old socks. It was awful and the other girls were holding their noses. "Well?" Lena asked Brian. "I don't hear you sniffing them." And when Brian took his first deep whiff, the other girls groaned in collective disgust, but they were loving it. Brian wrinkled his nose involuntarily so I gave him a smack to the face, carefully while I did so not to breathe in Lena's foul foot stench. "This is what you wanted. Now show her you love it." Brian took another deep whiff, and it looked like he was retching. And when he fell silent, Lena began sliding her toes over his nose. "I told him they'd stink but he never listens," she said to the others. "He never does." Sandra pushed Brian's face against Lena's big sole, and he took another whiff while Lena wiggled her dirty toes. "Anyone else want their toes sniffed?" asked Lena. "Oh yeah," answered one of the girls. "I can't believe he'd do that," answered another. 'it's so nasty." "Well, Brian's our footboy. This is what he does." "You mean it doesn't matter how much our feet stink?" asked a third girl. "He's a footboy and he worships your feet. Let him worry about that. But as you can see he loves them stinky anyway." Brian took in a few more breaths, but he was struggling, I could tell. But Lena wasn't the only one with incredibly foul-smelling feet. Poor Brian. It was going to be a long night. And when Lena had Brian lay down, she immediately began rubbing her big sweaty foot all over his face, working her toes into his skin and over his nose. "You can smelling them some more," she told him. And he did. "Smell them so they can all see how much you love it," I added. And he took a loud whiff. And then another. He shuddered. Clearly the stinky was still nauseating, but he was doing what he was told nonetheless. And then without further ado, Lena pried off her other sneaker and immediately pressed her other filthy, sweaty foot over his face, her toes clutching playfully at his nose. Lena waved her hand, "Woosh. they absolutely stink. Sorry everyone." "Smell her toes," yelled Sandra. and Brian took a loud breath. I was reassured to see that Brian didn't have an erection. I'd been worried that maybe he'd begun to enjoy foot worship, which would have made it a lot less fun forcing our feet on him. But I didn't have anything to worry about. He was disgusted by smelly feet as much as ever, and every second that Lena slid her toes over his nose and told him to smell her feet was excruciating for him. And as Lena began working her big sweaty size 11s all over his face, some of the other Chi Omegas, including Monica, Ramona and Trish, arrived, ecstatic to see the festivities well under way. Trish gave Lauren's feet the once over and laughed. "Your feet are filthy." "Not for long," said Lena with a grin. "Since I let you smell my feet," Lena asked Brian, "How about you lick them nice and clean for me." She held her foot just inches from his face and wiggled her toes before holding her dirty heel over his mouth. Sandra slammed her sneakered foot against his face. "Do it." And Brian opened his mouth so Lena could press her heel into his mouth. "That's so disgusting," remarked one of the girls. "This is awesome," added another girl as she watched Brian suck on Lena's dirty heel with obvious amusement. "He'd lick my dirty feet too?" "If we have to make him," I explained. "But he knows to do what he's told." And for the next fifteen minutes, Lena showed the girls how to get their feet licked and sucked clean, having Brian lick her soles and suck on her grubby toes too. She had him smell the toes of her other foot while he licked between her toes; and then she switched feet, giving the girls the same lesson in getting their feet properly worshipped. "Be forceful, and work them in," she said as she pushed her toes into his mouth. and tell him what you want." And then turning to Brian she told him to "suck my toes clean." The new girls were getting pretty excited to try Brian out, but Sandra was already prying of her sneaker and rubbing her sweaty size 8s into his face before cupping her toes over his nose. "Since you like stinky feet so much, you'll adore these." Sandra wriggled her toes over his nose, and when Brian turned his head, Lena used both her feet to keep his head in place. "Go ahead, show me how much you love the smell." Brian breathed it in and he began coughing. Since Lena's toes were in his mouth at the time, she got annoyed with him and gave him a hard kick to the face. 'Don't even do that," she yelled. The girls were waving their hands over their faces, obviously in reaction to Sandra's smelly feet. And so with Sandra's toes cupped over his nose, Brian sucked on Lena's long toes, one at a time and all at once. The three new girls were all leaning back, their sneakered feet crossed over his naked chest. Just then, the phone rang. It was Amy, and she told me that Johnny was on his way. She saw him leave since she and Katey were following him along with a couple of friends from Chi Omega. "Let me know when he's downstairs," I asked her before hanging up. Thankfully, my buddies Rita, Nina and Laura had just arrived, along with four more Chi Omegas so there would plenty of us here to take full control of the situation. Everyone crowded around Brian who lay sprawled on the floor Sandra's bare feet all over his face while Lena used her bare feet to keep Brian's head still. And with her toes pressed over his nose, Sandra demanded he smell them. He did, twisting uncomfortably. And I got a quick whiff. Sharp and sickly-sweet like Swiss cheese. It was pretty awful, and I almost began to feel bad for Brian. And then I saw how much fun everyone was having, laughing and cheering as Sandra grappled with Brian's nose and face. As Sandra began sliding her toes into his mouth, and then wedging her entire foot into his mouth much to everyone's surprised and amusement, the phone rang again. It was Amy and Johnny was downstairs. I hung up and ordered Brian up. "Go to your room," I told him, much to Sandra's annoyance as she was only just getting her filthy feet cleaned. "We have a special guest on his way. So positions everyone." Almost everyone rushed into my bedroom, leaving me Lena, Sandra and Rita and the pledges out front. The doorbell rang and I walked out. Opening the door, there was Johnny dressed in a suit. He had flowers, and I was almost impressed enough to call the whole thing off. he'd always been nice, even if he was a bit of a player. But then I remembered by buddies and I remembered how much I wanted to see them have fun. And then I remembered what an asshole Johnny was and that he deserved a little humiliation. It served him right since I wasn't the only woman he left in the lurch.