4 comments/ 16649 views/ 4 favorites Rebecca Pt. 01 By: thepeopleschamp How it all began I met her my freshman year of college. Her long, wavy, raven black hair and matching midnight eyes contrasted exotically with pale white Israeli skin. Her pink lips blossomed on her face like a single lily in an old black-and-white movie. The first time I saw her she wore blue jeans and an angel-soft looking black north face jacket over her slim form. We had exchanged looks, her and I, several times. I am exceptionally good looking and nicely built, so there was always a clear attraction between us. My heart skipped a beat in awe of her beauty whenever this happened...but also with another emotion, the one that kept me from talking to her: fear. It wasn't the normal approach anxiety that guys feel when they see a girl they find beautiful, it was something more. It was her eyes. Some hint of danger lurked behind those eyes, they seemed like the eyes of a panther on its prey. Everything about this girl was beautiful, but the combination of how aesthetically breathtaking they were and my closet foot fetish made her feet the best looking part of her for me. whenever I could see them, they were all I could see. Everything about them was in moderation, and that is part of what made them so amazing. Her feet were not too plump, and not too bony. Her toes were not too long, but not too short, and the length decreased perfectly from one to the next. The arch of her feet was not too high, but not too flat. The defining feature of her feet were her amazing soles. The soft looking wrinkles were subtle but visible, and were the slight red of a blush. Unfortunately, my foot fetish turned out to be my Achilles heel. It was ironic that one of the days that she covered her feet in boots was the day my fetish betrayed me, leading to a situation I quickly lost any control of. Rebecca quickly found all of it. The fateful day happened during one of the classes I shared with her. I was sitting directly behind Rebecca, and, as before mentioned, she was wearing boots. They were brown and ankle-high, and idly swaying back and forth from time to time. Whenever her feet were covered I felt anticipation and started daydreaming about the treasures that lay inside. I was jolted out of my daydreams and into the reality that they were becoming when she began to slowly remove her left foot from her boot, pinning the boot down with her right one. The right one soon followed. She wore cute, light blue ankle socks. She continued playing with her feet. To say that I was enraptured was more than an understatement; she had never put on such a show before. I swallowed dryly and my eyes widened in disbelief as Rebecca then slipped her socked big left toe into the heel of her right sock. Slowly, she teased the sock of of her foot, giving me a view of her perfect sole. The sock dropped into her boot. This process was soon repeated on her left sock with her naked right foot. Rebecca wiggled her toes, as if relieved to have finally freed her feet from the boots, and the wrinkles shifted hypnotically. By now my heart was beating like a drum, and despite myself something else began to throb too. In the heat of the moment, I did something very bold, and in retrospect very rash. I fumbled my phone out of my pocket and managed to get to the video function. After hastily concealing it, I zoomed in on Rebecca's flexing feet and began recording. The zoom on the phone camera revealed that her perfectly pedicured toenails were painted a beautiful dark red. The closer view led me to realize from the extremely subtle sheen of sweat on her soles why she had taken the shoes off. It gave her wrinkled the appearance of waves cascading across a gentle ocean. Several minutes later, after Rebecca pulled her socks and boots back on her feet, I distractedly ended the recording and began to fantasize about the sweet aroma and salty taste of ...and that's why I was completely caught off guard when the bell rang. I jumped, dropping my phone, just as Rebecca got up and turned around. She looked down and then back up at me, the corners of her petite lips curling up into a captivating smile. She spoke to me for the first time. "Let me get that for you." Her voice was as smooth as silk and twice as relaxing. I smiled back at her, but my heart was frozen. As soon as she broke eye contact I quickly glanced down at the screen of my phone. My frozen heart dropped and shattered as I realized that in dropping my phone I had triggered the play button on the recording. The cold feeling in my heart soon left, replaced by a hotness in my cheeks. I swallowed, clenching and un-clenching my jaw, and looked up as Rebecca retrieved my phone and stood up-looking right at the screen. After an unreadable, blank look at me, her eyes turned back to the screen of my phone. There was one terrible thing I could see in her eyes: recognition. Rebecca gently lay the phone down on my desk after a while, and I once more could discern nothing from her expression as she piercingly met my ashamed one. Abruptly, Rebecca turned and walked out of the classroom, leaving me sitting there with an utterly numb feeling. - Now, I know that there wasn't any actual sexual action in this story, but I assure you that I'm perfectly willing and able to add loads of it in longer sequels-but that depends entirely on how much feedback I get and how positive it is. So please, comment and vote. Thanks. -thepeopleschamp Rebecca Pt. 02 The numb disbelief I felt was replaced with paranoia and self-consciousness; I anxiously looked around to see if anyone else realized what happened. What had come over me? How could I have been so careless? These thoughts and variations of them formed an unforgiving, disorienting whirlpool. I had to get away. I hastily shoved my notebook into my backpack, and, without looking at it, pocketed my phone. I hurried out of the classroom as fast as I could and went straight to my dorm, never as appreciative of it being a single one as I was now. As I lay on my bed the surreality of the moment passed, leaving me to face hard reality. I believed I had just effectively destroyed any and all chances I'd ever had with a beautiful girl, I was certain she thought of me as just some creepy pervert now-and she had a right in thinking so. I despondently pulled out my phone to delete the video and hopefully with it my current self-disgust when I saw something confusing on the screen. It displayed a text conversation between me and a number I didn't have saved in my contacts. I read on with an unsettled feeling. The only text was one from me, and it was one that I had never sent. Shocked, I recognized the video of Rebecca's feet in it, and the realization of what had happened dawned on me. While Rebecca had my phone and I was looking down, she must have sent the video to herself. Vulnerability and helplessness took hold of me as I understood that my reputation was now in the hands of a girl who had just caught me ogling and recording her, and who I knew next to nothing about. There was no way for me to know whether or not she would show anyone that video. After several minutes of contemplation, I nervously decided to text Rebecca-which was a lot harder in practice than in theory. I blankly stared at my phone with an equally blank mind before eventually typing, 'I'm sorry. Please don't show that video to anyone.' The words seemed impotent and selfish to me, but I couldn't think of anything better. I hit send and anxiously waited to see if Rebecca would text back. Time passed, and I received no answer. Realizing that she probably wasn't going to text me back, I sighed powerlessly. With the confusion and nervousness that this situation had already instilled in me, I couldn't discern anything about what this could mean. I eventually managed to push my worrying to the back of my mind and slogged through the rest of the day, occupying myself with my studies. When the night arrived, I readily fell into the escape of sleep. I awoke fitfully, the remembrance of yesterday's happenings nagging me like a hangover. There was a rising sense of dread in me as the class that I shared with Rebecca neared. It almost overwhelmed me when I much too quickly found myself entering the classroom. I incessantly looked back at the door to see if Rebecca had entered, until, inevitably, she did. Even dressed as simply as she was, Rebecca looked beautiful. She was wearing a t-shirt and jeans; both showed off and accentuated her petite body. She was wearing the same brown boots that she'd had on yesterday. I then surprised myself. Without knowing what I was doing, I suddenly stood and my legs carried me behind her. I guess I was just too stressed by not knowing whether or not she had shown anyone the video. I swallowed. "Rebecca?" She turned around and looked at me, and her expression became one of bored interest. It took me a while to realize that she was waiting for me to speak again. "Um, did you get my text?" I asked, feeling my cheeks redden slightly. Her thin brows furrowed in an extremely cute way. "What text?" "Well, yesterday, when...you know, what happened happened..." Rebecca looked amused, which did nothing to help my embarrassment. "Uh-huh?" She said in an entertained voice. I hurriedly continued. "Well, I saw that you sent...that video to yourself from my phone, and I texted you," I explained. "It said-" "What makes you think that that was my number?" Rebecca interrupted, smirking. I stared at her in disbelief, eyes wide. Someone who I didn't even know had that video. Had Rebecca told them that I was the one who recorded it? Rebecca suddenly giggled a little bit, pulling me out of my thoughts. "Don't worry, I'm just kidding." Rebecca said reassuringly. "I got your text, and I'm the only one who knows..." I sighed in relief. "...for now." I looked questioningly and a little fearfully into her eyes. "What do you m-" "Be quiet." I was taken aback by the sudden authority in her voice, and instantly obeyed. Rebecca turned away from me and took out a notebook. Uncertain whether or not she was done talking to me, I awkwardly stood behind her. Just I was about to walk away, she turned back around and wordlessly held out the piece of paper, a challenging look in her dark eyes. I took it carefully from her, and upon looking at it I saw the name of my coed dorm hall and a room number. I waited for Rebecca to speak, remembering her earlier command. "I want you here at 6 PM today." She said assertively. "The way I see it, 'I'm sorry' isn't enough. I think that you need to make amends for what you did yesterday. Do you think so?" She inquired pressingly. I wasn't sure if I thought so. "Yes," I answered. "Good. And make sure that no one sees you." She sat down, attention on her desk. "You can go now." I did so, my head whirling at how Rebecca had acted and what I had agreed to. I distractedly went through the rest of my classes and unsuccessfully tried focus on my studies in my dorm room. 5:50 arrived both quickly and slowly. Filled with fearful anticipation, I cautiously headed to Rebecca's room, which was a floor above mine. When I reached it, I stood in front of the door for a minute or two. With a deep breath, I knocked. "It's open, come in." Was the reply. I entered. Rebecca's dorm room was single, like mine, and it was very neat. Rebecca lay prone on her crimson-covered bed with a book in front of her, and she was wearing the same clothes. I immediately noticed that her shoes were off, leaving her feet covered by one hot pink ankle sock and one black one. I tore my gaze away from Rebecca's feet as she closed her book, turned over on her back, and sat up gracefully. "Hi, Rebecca," I awkwardly ventured. "Hi," stated Rebecca in a similar, somewhat mocking tone. Thankfully, she continued. "No one saw you?" "No one." "Are you sure?" She looked at me intensely. "Yeah, I'm sure." I said, trying to sound reassuring. Rebecca stared at me for several uncomfortable seconds. "Alright. Now, for why you're here." She pointed to a chair facing the side of her bed. "Sit down." My ears perked up, as I had been completely clueless as to why I would be going to Rebecca's room. She flicked back her lustrous black hair. "My feet get sore very easily, so walking around the campus really does a number on them." Rebecca pouted slightly and looked me in the eyes. I swallowed, my throat dry from how pretty she looked and from where I saw this was going. "Yeah?" I managed, and my voice slightly cracked, eliciting a small smile from Rebecca. "You're going to massage them for me." She looked at me, waiting for an answer. I could barely contain my excitement. "Okay." One word answers were about all I could handle now. Rebecca briefly and quietly laughed. "Of course it is." I blushed and my eyes flickered downwards. I then watched, mesmerized, as she took her pillow from the head of her bed and propped it up against the wall opposite me. With one last look at me, she opened her book and reclined with her back against the pillow. I tried to keep myself from trembling as she stuck her legs out towards me, her feet right between my legs. They were about size 6 and a half. I felt a stirring in my jeans as a faint, sweet odor wafted up to my nose from her socks. I inhaled deeply, shivering as I savored the sweet scent, and reached out for Rebecca's left foot, the one with the pink sock on it. My cock hardened a little more as I held her foot. "No." I was alarmed that I had done something wrong. "Take off my socks. It will feel a lot better that way." Rebecca instructed without looking up from her book. I sighed with relief. It certainly would feel a lot better. Redoubling my efforts at control, I slowly, ceremoniously pulled off the pink sock. The smell of Rebecca's feet became stronger. It was natural, sensual, anything but foul. I slightly raised her foot again, taking a moment to admire its attributes: The light red-almost pink-of her wrinkled sole, the perfectly shaped toes and perfectly clipped and painted nails. There were a few bits of pink sock fuzz on her sole. I carefully brushed them off, and Rebecca's foot twitched. I looked up and saw her suppressing a smile. "That tickles." She complained "S-sorry." I stammered. Rebecca returned to her book, and I to her foot. I began to gently caress the sole of her foot, the wrinkles shifting under my hands like clay. Her foot was incredibly soft, and my cock was now straining to get harder under my jeans. A few minutes into the massage, I received great results. Rebecca sighed quietly and visibly relaxed. Her right foot came to rest on my right thigh, just inches away from my throbbing cock. I felt instinctively happy to know that she was enjoying this. I moved on after a while to carefully kneading each of Rebecca's flawless toes, making sure to give each one an equal amount of attention. I glanced up at Rebecca when I finished with her left foot. She remained focused on the book she was reading, but there was a more pleased expression on her face. Encouraged by what I saw, I turned my attention back to her feet. I carefully set down Rebecca's left foot, pulled the sock off of her right one, and repeated all that I had done. I lost myself in the task of pleasing Rebecca. Sadly, though, all good things must come to an end. I was brought back into the here and now just as I was finishing up her right foot when she cleared her throat. "It's getting close to seven, so you can go now." Rebecca told me, finally looking up from her book. This surprised me; I had been so immersed in the massage that I had lost all track of time. "Oh...ok." I responded, disappointed that I had to leave. I stood, remembering just as I did that my cock was still hard, and there was no way for me to hide it. Rebecca wordlessly raised an eyebrow. Embarrassed, I began to walk to the door. Just as I was about to walk through, I heard something amazing. "Good job today. I'll see you later." I was overjoyed. "Thank you," I said. Rebecca nodded distractedly . The words reverberated pleasantly through my head as I left; I had done well and would be able to do this again. There was still one thing left to deal with. I took off my pants and boxers, releasing my cock, which was now at half-mast. Closing my eyes, I recounted the massage; how soft Rebecca's feet were and the addicting scent of them. It didn't take me long to become fully hard, and I didn't have to jack off for long either. I came harder than I ever had from masturbating, and after cleaning myself up I happily slept. Do the people want a part 3? Rebecca Pt. 03 Just to let you know before you read this, there's a lot of ballbusting in this chapter. I am planning on keeping feet as the main fetish of this story, though. Also, to the many of you awaiting "good cockrubs," I promise that in all of the remaining chapters there will be some. - My visitations to Rebecca's dorm room continued, and I began to look forward to them more and more. I never tired in the least at massaging Rebecca's incredible feet; I began to look forward to it more and more as I did so in several different ways. After I'd gone to her room several times and massaged her feet in the same way I had the first time, she told me to do it differently. Rebecca lay prone on her bed doing homework. As always, I looked at her feet, but my eyes were also drawn elsewhere. She was wearing short shorts that showed off her smooth legs and closely hugged her beautiful, voluptuous ass. I hadn't even touched her yet and I was already getting hard. Rebecca cleared her throat, and when I looked at her I found an admonishing gaze fixed on me. "Is this going to become a habit?" Rebecca asked me, a degree of ominousness in her voice. Chagrined, I bowed my head, remembering the video. "No," I murmured, "Sorry." "Mm-hmm." It didn't sound like she believed me. "Go there today," She instructed, "I feel like laying down this time." I nodded and quickly complied, taking care not to disturb her too much as I knelt behind her. My eyes drank in the sight of Rebecca's silky heels and rosy, gently wrinkled soles; her impeccably shaped and maintained toes. My eyes hungrily wandered up to appreciate her firm legs and butt. As I massaged Rebecca's feet, the way I was situated added something new and exciting to the experience. I was in such a dominant position, kneeling above Rebecca while she was laying down, but I could do nothing. I was under her control. Knowing this gave me a strange, strong thrill that I 'relieved' whenever I got back to my dorm room. A few days later that feeling of being controlled by Rebecca soon escalated far higher than I could have imagined. It started out with another foot rub. Rebecca sat up on the side of her bed after I entered, and she was barefoot. To the left of her feet sat a small towel, a large towel, and a basin of water with wisps of steam rising out of it. "Hey," I said. Rebecca acknowledged me. "My feet got pretty sore from walking around today," she went on to explain, "So I walked around barefoot for a while. My feet got a little dirty, see?" I did, and wished that she would have taken off her flip-flops in the class we shared. My pulse quickened as Rebecca straightened her leg out towards me. Her soles were covered with a thin blanket of dirt, mostly at the heels and balls of them, which emphasized their aesthetic structure. Rebecca lowered her legs and pointed to the floor. "Wash them," She commanded. I immediately walked over to her and knelt. I looked up at her, and as my eyes traveled to her face, they stopped at her breasts. Rebecca was wearing a t-shirt that outlined them beautifully. They were about a 38 D, a perfect match with her thin body. Remembering what had happened when I was admiring her ass, and not wanting to make her irritated again, I willed my eyes to quickly continue up to Rebecca's face. She wasn't reading a book or doing homework; she was staring right at me, almost through me, with a slightly displeased, thoughtful expression. A little disconcerted, I looked down and tested the water, and found it to be warm. I soaked the washcloth in the bath and began to delicately scrub the dirt from Rebecca's feet, careful to rout every speck from every inch of her soles and toes. After I was sure that they were completely clean, I reveled in the results. I had the feeling of a treasure hunter who had just struck gold, appreciating her feet even more after just seeing them dirty. After I dried off Rebecca's feet with the larger towel, this incident in her room got even better. Rebecca tapped me on the shoulder, and when I looked up I saw her wordlessly holding out a bottle of lotion. Containing my surprise and excitement, I eagerly took the bottle, hurriedly got a chair, and sat down. I tried and completely failed to not get hard when I squirted the creamy white liquid on Rebecca's feet and worked it into them. They became impossibly soft in my hands, causing my cock to grow even more and my breath to shorten. I was pulled out of fantasizing when Rebecca suddenly sighed-and not in a good way. As the last of the lotion I had applied was absorbed by her feet, I looked up at her, and found her looking right at my hard cock. "Have you been jacking off after you leave from here?" Rebecca asked me, suddenly breaking the silence. I was completely surprised by this, and answered honestly. "Yeah..." Even as I said it, I knew it was the wrong answer. "So, all that's been happening is you getting more pleasure out of my feet. Am I wrong?" She asked in an accusatory tone. I realized that this was what she must have been thinking about, and that she was right. "No," I timidly answered, looking everywhere but at her. I decided that sticking to one word answers was my best ought right now. "Look at me," she ordered, and I reluctantly brought my eyes up to hers. I twitched a little as I felt Rebecca's right foot slowly moving up my thigh. I wanted to look down, but the look in her eyes stopped me. Her foot reached my crotch, and it didn't stop. I inhaled in pain as the heel of her foot started to slowly crush my balls against my pelvic bone. Rebecca smiled for the first time since I entered her dorm at the pain and fear in my face. I withstood the pain for a while, but it soon became to much. I grabbed Rebecca's ankle softly with both hands, but she didn't stop. I felt her start to grind her foot back and forth, further mashing my balls, and quietly gasped with every turn of her heel. Unable to take it any more, I frantically started smacking my hands against Rebecca's lower leg, silently begging her to stop. She instantly did so, and I sighed in relief and closed my eyes against the pain. My eyes shot open at her next words. "Did you just hit me?" She asked incredulously. There was a look of anger that I could never have imagined possible in her pretty eyes. "I...I..." was all I could manage. Rebecca reached down and grabbed a pair of her dirty socks, then shoved them at me. "Put these in your mouth," she demanded, "Right now." I swallowed and obeyed, then attempted to placate her. "I'm sorr-" I awkwardly tried to say. "Shut up," Rebecca interrupted. "You're not sorry yet. But you will be," She continued as she pulled her leg back, bending it at the knee as far as she could. I watched as she stopped, her leg poised to strike. She looked into my eyes, drinking in my fear, and suddenly pistoned her leg forward. Her foot slammed directly into my balls. I groaned long and loudly as they exploded in pain, and I bent forward. Rebecca's other foot pressed against my chest, stopping my descent, and pushed me back upright in the chair as she pulled back her leg again. I strained to keep my legs open, knowing that closing them would only make things worse, as she kicked forward hard eight more times. After her eighth kick, I was groaning constantly with every erratic breath I took. Both of Rebecca's feet left my body, and I instantly closed my legs and leaned forward as far as I could. She laughed and stood up, and her footsteps padded away from me. As the pain in my balls lessened a bit I realized in confusion that my cock was still hard. I didn't have much time to think about this, though, as a terrible sound entered my ears. I stayed huddled down as the clop of boots against a wooden floor came closer and closer to me, until eventually I was looking down at a familiar pair of brown ankle boots. "Get up." She impatiently told me, no hint of mercy in her voice. I slowly and shakily complied. Rebecca took a step forward and put a hand on my chest. Even through the pain, I was still mindful at how close she was to me. And Rebecca was aware that I was. She smiled knowingly at me and pushed with the hand on my chest, slowly driving me backwards until my back touched the wall. She looked down, and I followed her gaze in time to see her knee slowly rising between my legs. I looked back up at Rebecca with pleading eyes, but that just seemed to encourage her. She jiggled my balls lightly with her knee, and it felt amazing. My mind was already weakened by pain, so I couldn't suppress a moan into the socks in my mouth. Rebecca's knee left my balls and I sighed, completely unprepared. She took her chance then. I was caught off guard when her knee suddenly hit me like a freight train. My legs became weak, and Rebecca stepped back as I fell down in pain. Irritated again, she knelt down and told me to get up again while physically pulling me upward. I forced myself to stand up again, my breathing heavy. My head lolled back and forth, but it instantly stopped when Rebecca got right in my face again. "You remember that little video I have don't you?" She angrily asked me. "Mm-hmm." I mumbled through the socks and nodded compliantly. "If you fall down one more time before I say it's okay," she threatened, "I will send it to everyone I know, and I'll tell them all who the dirty little boy who took it is. Do you understand?" I vigorously nodded my head. "Good." She immediately kneed me in the balls again and glared at me, daring me to fall down. I trembled and gritted my teeth, somehow remaining upright. "That's better," Rebecca said in a more pleased voice. She kneed my balls countless more times, getting unrelentingly harder and faster with each one. She was also getting more into it, grabbing my arms to gain more leverage and pumping her legs like a dancer. I was delirious when she finally stepped back, and we were both breathing hard. Through the haze of pain I could see that Rebecca's face was beautifully flushed, and that there was a predatory look in her eyes. "You've been doing well," she complimented me when she caught her breath, and she gently wiped the sweat from my head with the back of her hand. I felt a little better at her praise and her touch. But what she said next filled me with dread. "Now you just need to take three kicks, and then you can have a little rest," Rebecca said matter-of-factly. My brow furrowed in uncertainty, and at this Rebecca cruelly smiled. "You better hope for your sake you can, you remember the video?" She pitilessly told me, then let a tiny bit of softness into her voice. "Plus, it would make me really disappointed if you don't." I fearfully watched as she backed up, moving like a lion stalking some poor gazelle. She stopped, letting the tension build, and then suddenly lashed out with her foot. My eyes widened at the incredible speed she had moved with, and more so at the pain. Her hard boots hurt twice as much as her knee. I whimpered, unable at this point to even groan, and squeezed my eyes shut. Closing my eyes turned out to be a bad move, as I was completely unprepared for Rebecca's second kick. Stars exploded in the darkness under my eyelids as I felt her boot crush my balls again. My legs buckled, and this time there was just a low whine in the back of my throat, but with great difficultly I willed myself to stay standing. For some reason the only thing I could think of was Rebecca saying that she would be disappointed. I opened my eyes and swallowed, shifting the socks shifting in my mouth. The look in Rebecca's eyes was almost admirable, and there was a small smile on her face. I then felt the most intense pain that I'd ever felt since this torture had began when Rebecca hauled off and kicked me harder than she had the other two times. My mouth opened but no noise came out as my legs folded completely at the knees, I dropped to the floor on my shins, and bent forward until my head touched floor too. My hands went between my legs and I held my balls. When several minutes passed, and I had half-regained my sense, I heard a faint rustling. The sound had been Rebecca's feet leaving her boots, I realized as I felt her bare toes soothingly stroking my cheek. I moaned as they moved down to the front of my head and gingerly pushed. Understanding what she wanted me to do, I raised my head a little, and Rebecca moved her foot forward until the top of it was under my lips. She used her toes to grab the socks in my mouth and pull them out, then put it back under my mouth. "Kiss it," Rebecca instructed me quietly and melodiously. I was more than ready to comply, as I had fantasized about doing so for a long time. I shut my eyes to enhance the feeling as I tenderly kissed the soft skin on the top of Rebecca's foot, softly moaning in pleasure and in pain at the same time. "Good boy," She praised me in a silvery voice. My heart fluttered at the compliment and I kissed her foot more passionately, eager to make her happy. Rebecca eventually switched feet, and I kissed her other foot with just as much fervor. Eventually she pulled her foot back, much to my disappointment, and walked away from me. I remained in my bowed position for several minutes. "How do your balls feel?" Rebecca asked me from her bed after a while. "Not terrible," I truthfully answered. They ached, but not too badly. "Good, then you're ready," she said, and it was then that I fearfully caught the mischief in her voice with. "I'm going to punish them some more." I wasn't sure if I could take any more, and tried to plead my case. "Rebecca, please, I...I don't think I-" I started timidly, a feeling of dread rising up in my stomach. "I gave you more than enough rest. You'll be fine." Rebecca harshly interrupted. "Now get up and come over here." Compelled by her tone, I shakily got to my feet, careful not to jostle my balls, and slowly limped over to Rebecca's bed. She smiled disconcertingly at me and stood, then got right up in my face again. She was so close that I could feel her body softly pressing against mine. Remembering the pain that she had afflicted on my balls earlier, I couldn't help shuddering in fear. Rebecca giggled softly into my ear when she felt this. What she said next was almost as surprising as a knee in the balls would have been. "Strip," she whispered right into my ear. It was so quiet and so unexpected that I wasn't sure I'd heard her right. "Wh-what?" I answered, flustered. "I said," Rebecca impatiently repeated in a louder voice, "Strip. Don't make me tell you again." That quickly brought me to my senses. I nervously removed my shirt and pants, and more hesitantly my boxers. Despite the fear and lingering pain that I felt, I couldn't help but be very aware of the fact that I was naked in front of a hot girl. Rebecca wordlessly eyed my rapidly growing cock with her hands on her hips, displaying no emotion. She then simply told me, "Lay down." I did, and then Rebecca stared into my eyes as she slowly took something out of each of her pockets. She showed them to me, and my heart skipped a beat as I saw four pairs of handcuffs. Rebecca got on the bed, spreading my legs so that she could kneel between them. She leaned forward, led my hands to the bed post behind them, and cuffed them there. She repeated this on my ankles. The mix of fear and excitement I felt whenever I was with Rebecca was strong, as I knew that I was now completely hers to do with as she wanted. She knew it as well as I did; I saw it in her eyes as she leaned back. Rebecca focused on my balls then. She delicately held my balls in her left hand and rolled them around, lightly squeezing now and then, as if they were melons in a grocery store. The combined rolling and squeezing hurt a little when she pressed on the more sensitive nerves, but otherwise it felt amazing, and I lay my head back and closed my eyes. At one moment when a really strong wave of pleasure washed over me, my bare cock, still rock hard, twitched, and I clenched my abs. Rebecca instantly stopped rolling my balls around. When I raised my head and looked at her, I saw her staring at my cock in a definitely disapproving manner. This look stayed on her face when she raised my eyes to look at me, and that's when the real torture started. Rebecca adjusted her grip on my balls so that they were in the middle of her palm, and then slowly started squeezing. It was nothing like the squeezing that she had done earlier, it was like my balls were in a vice. A quiet 'ah' escaped my lips as Rebecca compressed my nuts more and more. These soon turned to high pitched 'oh's, and I strained futilely against the cuffs as she applied a force that seemed superhuman to my sensitive balls, especially coming from her small, dainty hand. Before I could start pleading, the pressure on my balls rendered me speechless. All I could do was make high pitched, garbled noises and hope that Rebecca would have mercy. Finally, she did, loosening her grip on my balls. I sighed with relief as I tried to cope with the needle-like pain. Just as I started to feel a little better, I heard a familiar clacking sound. I looked, and I saw Rebecca rolling two die around in her cupped hand. "We're gonna play a little game, okay?" Rebecca told me, her last word humorous: We both knew it didn't matter what I said. "Okay," I answered, my voice cracking embarrassingly. Rebecca smiled, and then went on to explain. "I'm going to punch you in the balls," she stated in a smart, conversational tone that unsettled me. "I'd rather just punch them until you pass out, but I decided to use these to tell how many times I'm going to do it. Isn't that nice of me?" "Yes," I quickly and obediently answered, "Thank you Rebecca." She made some noise of acknowledgement, and, eager to begin, rolled the dice onto my stomach. I strained to look up, and saw that she had rolled four. In thought of the highest number she could have gotten and sighed, somewhat relieved. Rebecca looked disappointed, and said blandly, "First, your left ball." That worried me. She never said she was going to do them separately. Rebecca roughly trapped my left nut by looping her thumb and pointer finger around my sack just below it and pulling back the extra skin. I watched, terrified, as she raised her other hand and clenching it into a fist. "Ready?" She asked, and immediately brought her fist down. Completely caught off guard, I gasped when I heard the smack of Rebecca's fist on my left ball. There was nowhere for it to go, so it took the full force of the punch. My mouth opened and I writhed in the binds, my eyes wide and my mind overloaded. But Rebecca didn't care. She ruthlessly brought her fist down three more times, brutally pounding my balls, and on the fourth punch I managed to force out a pitiful gasp. I was on a whole new level of pain. Rebecca still didn't let me rest, picking up the die and rolling them again. My head was back, so I didn't see what she rolled. I just hoped that it was something low again. "Eight," I heard Rebecca's pleased voice say, and she trapped my right ball. There was no way I could endure that. I frantically tried to speak as I opened my eyes and saw Rebecca's hand cocked back. "Rebecca, plea-" But it was too late. All of the pain from the kicks, knees, and previous punches put together still didn't equal the pain I felt. When Rebecca finished the last punch my eyes were watery and I was desperately groaning with every breath. Some small part of my mind realized that it was over, and was thankful. "Now for both of them together." I only comprehended what Rebecca had just said when I felt the die against my stomach again. Rebecca Pt. 03 I managed to raise my head up, but I wished that I hadn't. I blinked madly, trying to clear my eyes, but it was no illusion. None of the twelve black dots that I saw went away. I wanted to sink into the bed, lose consciousness, anything to get away from what I was about to experience. But I was at the mercy of Rebecca, and of course that meant nothing. Rebecca held my balls from behind and smashed her fist into them. I gnashed my teeth and a long, muffled 'MMMMMMM!!' seeped out. I thought I would go insane; every inch of my balls was filled with excruciating pain. By the fifth punch the noise was continuous, and I couldn't breathe. It seemed like years later when Rebecca finally reached the twelfth and final punch. My chest was heaving and my breaths were high pitched. From somewhere far away Rebecca spoke, and her words instantly pulled me there. "I could pop your balls right now," She sensually moaned, obviously turned on, "And you couldn't do anything about it." She wrapped her hand around them. Tears were streaming down my cheeks, and it took me a while to say anything. "P-please," I sobbed in a broken voice, "No." "Mm, yeah, beg me," Rebecca huskily said. She didn't need to tell me. "I'll do anything," I continued, terrified, "Just please don't hurt them anymore." Suddenly I felt Rebecca's form over mine, and my hands were uncuffed. They instantly went to my balls, and I curled my upper body down. She uncuffed my legs, and I immediately curled up in the fetal position. I fell off of the bed as I did so, and lay there on the wooden floor. I was uncontrollably shaking, groaning, and cupping my aching balls, my eyes squeezed shut against the terrible pain. But through it, like a bright ray of sun through the clouds, I felt something. Rebecca's soft feet came to rest on my side, and she slowly rubbed them back and forth on my side. The pain became barely endurable and I groaned a little bit quieter at the sensual feeling. After a long time of doing this, I unbelievably felt my cock stirring. My balls still hurt badly, but I was still able to get hard from her feet rubbing my side. In confusion, I realized that the pain in my balls was actually also a part of it. I was brought out of my thoughts when Rebecca's feet left my side, and I felt her walk around to the front of me. She knelt down gently beside me, and I couldn't help but marvel at her beauty again. Rebecca met my adoring gaze and smiled at me. She rested her hand gently on my thigh, and began to snake her hand towards my crotch. When they reached there, her fingertips brushed against my sack, causing me to jerk in fear. Rebecca stared into my eyes, and I eventually and hesitantly moved my hands. Her hand continued behind my balls, and she put the palm of her other hand on top of them. "How are they?" She quietly asked me as she lightly patted my balls. Once I got over the fear of having Rebecca's hands near them again, I whimpered, "They really hurt." "Aww," She said, patting them more. "Do you think you can stand up for me?" Those last two words she said made me answer 'yes,' and I tried. It took me a long time and several attempts, but I managed to get up. Rebecca stood with me. "Get dressed," she instructed me, and I slowly put my clothes back on. "Do you think you can get back to your dorm room fine?" She asked me, her tone almost sympathetic. "Yeah," I answered, trying to impress her. "Good." Rebecca then surprised me by walking up to me and hugging me really softly. "I know I hurt you," she whispered into my ear, "But it made me really happy." I couldn't respond. Rebecca broke off the hug and stepped back, smiling at the shocked look on my face. "Bye," she pointedly told me. "B-bye," I quietly stammered, and left the room. As I went back to mine I realized that it didn't matter. Rebecca could hurt me as badly as she wanted; she could do anything to me and make me do anything, but as long as it made her happy, I couldn't complain. Jacking off didn't even cross my mind as I drifted off to sleep. Rebecca Pt. 04 I woke up to an ache in my balls, sighed, and attempted to go about my day normally. Fast-forward to my french class with Rebecca, she walked in after me wearing sneakers and something cute. "Excusez-moi." She said as she purposely brushed past me in a voice that was obviously mocking our boring professor. "Great french," I answered somewhat timidly after overcoming my surprise at her joking with me. It was something else our professor frequently said all too frequently. She laughed, which delighted me, but her next words showed she wasn't laughing completely at me, and piqued my interest. "Oh, you don't know the half of it." Before i could ask her what that meant she had walked away to sit with friends. I tried to concentrate on class. The words replayed themselves in my head when I finally found myself walking up to her door, I still had no idea what she could mean. I knocked on her door, and she told me to come in I was stunned when I walked through the door. Rebecca had changed into a short, tight black dress that accentuated every part of her body and black high heels. My eyes stayed on the heels. "I've got some surprises for you today," Rebecca said in a lilting tone. "looks like you've noticed the first one," she added slyly as she shifted her feet in the heels. "You like them?" I swallowed and attempted a normal voice. "Yeah." I failed. Rebecca smiled knowingly at me and stood up. "Time for surprise number 2," she said as she turned around and walked towards her closet. I watched intently at how the heels made her walk, which was nice. Following that line of thought, I became a little confused. Considering the treatment she gave me yesterday...I shivered to myself...she was being really nice today. Not that I was complaining. Her seemingly good mood encouraged me to try and be funny when she looked back and caught me staring. "Just so you know, I handle surprise very well, so it's fine if you've got like 20 more." I ventured in a humorous voice. "Is that so?" She said with a cryptically lifted eyebrow and a matching smile. "Well...yeah." I said, hesitant at how she was looking at me. I looked down then to the item she was dragging out of her closet. It was essentially a wide, black, wooden stool with a hole in the middle of it. "What's tha-?" I began nervously. "Take off all your clothes and lay on the floor on your back." I looked up quickly to see Rebecca standing right in front of me. The sudden change in her expression put me off-but I didn't want to keep her waiting. "Uh, ok." She eyed me predatorily as I stripped and lay on my back. Rebecca bent down, giving me a slight peek down her shirt, and picked up the stool. She stalked over to my right side and stood staring down at me; the look in her eyes made me want to meet it and shy from it at the same time. She put the stool over my waist so that the bottom pressed firmly against my thighs, uncomfortably so on my cock and balls near where the hole in the stool was. Rebecca was still silent as she knelt down and reached for the hole in the stool. using her index finger and thumb, she pinched the head of my cock and pulled it through the hole; faintly smiling when I gasped at the sensation. Using her other hand, she reached down under the stool where my balls were- which brought back unwanted memories of the previous day-and painfully pushed them to fit through the hole. With the stool up close, I realized that the two sides were pulled slightly away from another. Rebecca pushed the sides together, significantly decreasing the size of the hole...and suddenly the stool felt like a wall. On one side was me, and on the other were Rebecca, my cock, and my balls. She could do whatever she wished to them. I flinched when Rebecca's foot came down heavily to the right of my balls. The look on her face as she gently placed her other high-heel clad foot on the box was impish. Rebecca put her hands on her hips in a dominant pose facing me that showed black panties underneath her dress. "Are you scared?" She asked in a teasing voice. I swallowed and answered 'yes' lightly. "You should be." I swallowed again. My eyes were drawn to Rebecca's right foot, which she was dragging up her bare left leg. Despite my fear I was turned on immensely by this; combined with the glimpse of her panties I had just gotten, my cock started to grow. I glanced up at Rebecca to see that she had noticed the effect she was having on me. Her eyes left my cock and met mine, and she licked her lips. Needless to say, I didn't see what happened next coming at all. In a flash, Rebecca stomped her foot down, and the heel of her shoe impacted my left nut. My eyes widened at the sharp, terrible pain and the air rushed out of my lungs in a long cough; as soon as I could breathe back in I was moaning in pain. I reached instinctively for my balls, but found that with the width of the stool I just barely couldn't reach them. My moans grew louder as Rebecca ground her heel back and forth on my ball. It was a completely new level of pain. "Please, Rebecca, please stop." I pleaded desperately, and my voice cracked. She giggled at that and after several more seconds removed her heel from my ball. "Aww, I'm sorry, did that hurt?" She asked in a mock-concerned voice, I just closed my eyes and moaned again, partly in pain and partly in thanks of the relief. "Here, let me make it better." She said in a sweet voice. I observed that our philosophies on 'making it better' were different. With my eyes still closed, I was once more completely caught off guard when the deep, intense pain in my left ball replicated itself in my right one. A high-pitched noise escaped me and my eyes shot open to see Rebecca's other foot grinding down on my fragile testicle. "Oh god, Rebecca, stop, you're gonna pop it!" I desperately told her. "Stop being such a big baby!" She told me exasperatedly. "If I wanted to pop your balls they'd be history by now." She did remove her foot from my ball shortly after though. After several moments of deep, groaning breaths, I finally regained enough composure to speak. "Y-you said you were going to make it feel better." I whined. Rebecca sighed. "I did," she began as if explaining a simple concept to a child, but also with a definite hint of humor in her voice. "Now the pain is spread out between both of your balls, so the other one doesn't hurt as much. Wasn't that nice of me?" She ended her sentence in an exaggeratedly ditzy voice that showed she obviously didn't believe that logic. However, when I didn't answer for a while as I focused on trying to clear the pain from my head, I felt the toe of one of her heels poke my sack. I flinched and whimpered; and stared fearfully up at Rebecca, who had the ghost of a smile on her angelic face. "I said, wasn't that nice of me?" She repeated. She was toying with her control over me. We both knew what my answer would be. "Yes, that was very nice, thank you." I quickly answered in a timid voice. "Mm. Let's try something else now," she said as she turned her back to me. I raised my head to look at my balls; they were red and already a little swollen. My cock was hard...? Rebecca's words broke through my thoughts. "This time maybe you can stay quiet like a good boy." She said with a seductive look that I caught before she turned her head back away from me. I watched in terror and anticipation as Rebecca stood on her tiptoes in her heels shoes, backed up until she was directly above my balls, and then lowered her heels onto them. I gasped and began quietly 'oh'ing as Rebecca put more and more pressure onto my balls. Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore and was about to start begging for mercy, I saw the something that put pain-lessening thoughts in my head. Rebecca began to quickly shift her weight between her heels on my balls, effectively shooting sparks of pain into them and eliciting more and more quiet groans from me. But what I noticed was that her movement was jiggling her ass, clearly outlined and barely covered by the tight,low-cut dress she was wearing. I was mesmerized by its movement and wasn't sure how long I stared. The pain was just starting to overpower the pleasure when Rebecca stopped; both of us were breathing hard, and my balls ached in the best sense of the word. "Next surprise." Rebecca told me in a breathy voice. I opened my mouth to ask her to go easy...and it stayed wordlessly open when Rebecca slowly slipped her foot out of her black heel. She'd had a french pedicure. Everything perfect about her beautiful feet was somehow even more perfect. Her nails were flawlessly filed and polished, her skin shone more than it ever had before. She lifted up her foot and wiggled her toes right in front of my face, accentuating the slight wrinkles in her soft skin. The faint scent of walking around under the hot sun in the sneakers she'd had on earlier massaged the inside of my nose. "Great French, huh?" She whispered, solving the riddle of her response to me earlier in the day. "I..." I was at a loss for words. Rebecca giggled softly and removed her other shoe, then began to drag the toe of her other foot in a circle around my cock and balls. "Do you want to worship them?" That gave me my voice back. "More than anything, thank you." I answered passionately as I closed my eyes and stuck out my tongue in anticipation. I opened my eyes back up after I felt nothing for a while. Rebecca hadn't moved, and had a playful look in her eyes. "I never said you could worship them, I just asked if you wanted to." She told me in a cute, matter-of-fact voice. I moaned in frustration. "Beg me." She ordered sensually "Please!" "You can do better than that." I poured every ounce of desire I felt into my voice. "Please Rebecca, please let me worship your feet. They're so beautiful and perfect, I want them so mu-Ohhh!" My begging ended in a groan when Rebecca lowered herself a little, and then without warning fell to slam her plump ass down on my cock and balls, causing the latter even more pain with the pressure she was putting on them. She laughed. "Aww, does that hurt your poor little balls?" She asked with innocent eyes and a pouty mouth. "Ugh, yes." I answered when I could. "Do you want me to get up?" She inquired. "Ye-" Using her hands as support, Rebecca began gyrating her hips; squishing my balls with her ass cheeks separated only by the thin dress and panties...but at the same time I could feel her soft flesh and fabric rubbing against my cock, hardening it. While she did this she wiggled her toes and rubbed her feet together, which were right in front of my face due to her straight legged sitting. "What was that?" She said in a sultry voice. "I didn't hear you." "...No" I answered in a low, entranced voice. "Then start worshiping." She finally gave them to me: She lowered her feet onto my face. This alone made me moan in pleasure, and I immediately inhaled deeply. The smell of her slightly sweaty feet was intoxicating, waves of pleasure washed over me as I sniffed for what felt like ages. I slowly snaked my tongue out of my lips, trembling in anticipation, until it touched the tip of her soles. Licking her feet was getting a vital nutrient that I couldn't from any amount of food. I licked long and slowly up and down her soles, which were pressed together. Rebecca moaned audibly, and I licked in all the more earnest; eager to please her. From her soles I moved down to take one of her heels in my mouth. As I sucked on them the wonderful salty taste tightened its embrace on my taste buds. When I ensured that both were clean, I lapped my way up to her toes and gently covered them all in kisses. I moved to her left most pinkie toe and lovingly started sucking it, making sure to get the space between it and her next toe as well. Repeating this on all of her toes must have taken forever, but I could never tire of it. Once I finished up the last toe Rebecca slowly took her feet out of my face and I became aware of the world again. My breathing was short and fast, my heart was beating like a drum. "Th-thank you Rebecca," I whispered raggedly. "I-" "Shush." She quietly commanded me and emphasized it by putting one of her big toes over my lips. I did, of course. Mesmerized by her beauty, I watched as she stood up on the stool. "Last surprise." She whispered. I shivered uncontrollably and moaned loudly when she put her left sole down softly on my hard cock and began slowly moving it forward on the sensitive underside. When she reached the head I completely lost myself in an ocean of pleasure. She kept this up, using my saliva as lubricant, back and forth on the length of my dick. Suddenly Rebecca put her other foot down on my balls, causing me to groan in...in what? "I know you like it," Rebecca purred. "Don't try to deny it. Embrace the pain." She was right. I was drunk on the pleasure, and the pleasure of the pain. "Gonna...cum..." I managed through clenched teeth. "Yeah, cum for me now." Rebecca breathed. Rebecca sped up and began bouncing up and down on my balls. My legs jerked uncontrollably, I clenched my fists, and a guttural, animalistic noise forced its way out of my mouth as hot cum sprayed out of my cock all over the board, and nearly on myself. I spurted more and more in the same rhythm that Rebecca bounced on my balls. It was the longest and strongest orgasm I'd ever had. When I was finally spent Rebecca stepped off my balls, and I closed my eyes and exhaled loudly as all the tension left my body. My eyes fluttered open after a while to look at Rebecca. As always, my eyes zeroed in on her feet first. She was playing in my cum, squelching it under her soles and getting it all over my toes. She sat back down on my balls and made eye contact with me. I could feel something between us... "You made a big mess," she said in a baby voice, "Now be a good boy and clean it up." I wordlessly nodded and she she put her soles above my face again. I licked all the cum off of her soles, slurped it off her soles, and thoroughly sucked it from on and in between her toes. It didn't taste great, but I was doing something for her and it involved my tongue on her feet. I wasn't complaining. "Mm, good boy." She cooed when I was done. My hear swelled. "Thank you." I whispered back. There was a silence between us as she separated the halves of the box and pulled it back into her closet, and it was a nice silence. I got up and put my clothes back on, all while Rebecca watched me with a look on her face that made me blush. She giggled and walked with me to her door. Her hands settled on my shoulders, sending electricity through my nerves, and she kissed me gently on the cheek. "You were a very good boy today, if you haven't figured it out. See you later," she said, smiling at the look on my face." "B...b...b..." "Bye?" She guessed. "Yeah, that." I answered with wide eyes. She laughed softly and went back to sit on her bed, and I closed the door. My cheek burned where she had kissed me, and my thoughts swirled. I'd sort everything out later. For now, I took the good feeling with me into my dreams.