Celeste Part 9 5 min read

I knew though that today would be very special. I was accompanying her to her friend’s wedding. At the very least she would need to acknowledge my existence, to treat me like her partner in front of other people. So, after a few uneventful hours beneath the floorboards, I drove her to the venue, a beautiful old manor house surrounded by rolling green countryside. We walked through the gates arm in arm and she introduced me to some of her friends on the terrace.

We made small talk over a glass of prosecco with various people, including Jane. It was the first time I had seen Jane since she casually walked over my cock while I lay beneath the floorboards. I nearly had a panic attack – what if her husband was there? How would Celeste act towards him after what had happened? Images went through my head… that smirk on her face as she had so casually made him cum beneath her shoe… would she do it again just to hurt me?

“I need a refill, why don’t you accompany me to the bar?” Jane said with a smile.

“Sure, go with her, give her whatever help she wants” Celeste smiled back.

Jane and I strolled through the house trying to find the bar. After a few wrong turns, we found ourselves in a drawing-room surrounded by antique armchairs and trophy-filled cabinets.

“It’s wonderful that Celeste brought you along today. Unfortunately, my husband couldn’t make it, which is a shame as I think you’d really get on.”

“Thanks, it would be great to meet him sometime”. I lied and sighed with relief.

“Yes, anyway, he couldn’t make it because I got a bit annoyed last night with a game I was playing on my phone, a bit of a silly game, but very frustrating. Unfortunately, I was using him as a footstool at the time… he now has a face absolutely covered in heel marks. It looks like he has chickenpox or something.” She giggled to herself as she ran a beautifully manicured finger down her cheek in mock concern.

“He was really looking forward to it, so it is a shame. He’d been excited about it for months, given how rarely he gets to go out. I tried to take his mind off it this morning by stomping on his face some more… but I’m not sure it helped. Anyway. I’m sure that you’ve noticed that I came here wearing these old blue flats. They are some of my favorites. I love the pointy toes. They’ve seen so much action, you wouldn’t believe it. Celeste borrowed them not so long ago for a date. I know you don’t want to hear that, but you know how she is. Anyway, she was at my house getting ready and mentioned that her feet were a bit dry. So what could I do? Oh, it was very funny, I got my husband to cum in the shoes in the other room and then bring them to her just as she was about to leave. Of course, the moment her bare feet slipped into them she knew exactly what it was. She thought it was hilarious, though that didn’t stop her kicking my husband between the legs full force and then grinding the hard soles into his face as he lay writhing on the floor. I just stood there roaring with laughter at the look of surprise and terror on his face. Then, leaving me with a kiss on each cheek, she left for her date.”

I was speechless, just stood there with my mouth wide open. I thought those days were over. How could I go on living like this, being treated like this? I felt tears welling up, a wave of anger that quickly subsided into resignation. What could I do? Storm out? Runaway? I didn’t. I just stood there, silent, confused, helpless.

“I’m pretty sure she didn’t use the shower to clean her feet when she got home either, did she? Anyway, I need to change out of these flats into my heels now. I just need you to do me a little favor. Don’t worry about the flats, my husband will clean those later, but I want my feet to be clean before I slip into my new heels.”

With that, she sat down in an armchair, kicked off her flats, and rested her bare feet on a footstool. I went onto autopilot and before I knew what was happening my tongue was darting between her toes. I could taste salt and nail polish as I sucked on each one in turn, before running my tongue along the full length of her soles, up and down, up and down. I tried to focus on doing a good job, on not leaving a speck of dirt in place, but my mind was racing. Is this what Celeste had meant by giving Jane any help she needed? What if it wasn’t, what would she do to me when she found out?

“Okay, that’s enough. They’re positively glistening with your saliva. I shall enjoy looking over at you during the ceremony knowing that you have the taste of my feet in your mouth.”

With that, Jane slipped on her heels and made me kiss the tip of each one. We wandered around until finally came across the bar. With fresh glasses of prosecco in hand, we strode outside to rejoin the group. As we walked toward them, I could see Celeste chatting to a man I hadn’t seen before. They were laughing at something together and then she leaned in to whisper something in his ear. Maybe I was just paranoid now, but a wave of panic almost caused me to spill the drinks. As we arrived at the group, I handed one to Celeste and expected to be introduced to the man she was talking to, but she just took it and turned back to him without a second glance at me, as if I was just one of the serving staff.