Chapter 13: Good Puppy

I did not dare look up for shame, I knew I was not able to watch the satisfied face of my cousin and so I kept my eyes on her beautiful feet that were just a few centimeters from my face and that they were so similar to those of her mother, maybe slightly smaller. I wondered how they were so well-groomed. Evidently, play football does not have as automatic consequence of having neglected feet like mine, as I had always thought. Enchanted, I watched her perfect toes and especially her big toes that seemed begging me to be sucked and, forgetting where I was and what I was doing at that moment, I began to imagine them in my mouth, with my tongue exploring every inch, savoring their flavor. I wondered what flavor her feet had, it was also similar to that of her mother? So far I had only licked the feet of my aunt and I could not know if the taste was different from person to person.

“What’s wrong with me? “ I thought once again as I imagined me sucking the feet of dozens of different women trying to figure out what was the best taste almost like I was in a cooking contest and I had to look for the best dish.

I tried to remove those thoughts from my mind and I went back to concentrating on the feet of my cousin, watching the emerald green nail polish on her toenails that matched with her beautiful eyes and I could not help but make a new confrontation with my feet so neglected.

“How does she get feet so perfect? “ I wondered, thinking that being a striker, she “used” her feet much more than me that I was almost always still in the soccer goal.

I was so focused on her feet that I did not realize that I had been watching them for several minutes. Only when Kaley, suddenly, moved her right foot and I moved my head immediately to continue to admire it, I realized what I was doing. Kaley was giggling, amused by that vision so bizarre, amused at seeing her cousin drooling for her feet. At the end I had the courage to look up and I saw that she was staring at me intensely, enchanted by me as I was enchanted by her feet.

- It’s time to start doggy, let your Master hear your bark - Kaley said, smiling.

I knew it was a decisive moment, if I had performed her first order I would not be able to stop me. I could refuse, get up and go back to my place on the couch and Kaley would have thought it was just a game. I could go back to being her rival and restore the hierarchy with a simple gesture, in the end I was the star, I was the captain and Kaley was always the eternal second, she was just one of my subordinates in the team. All those thoughts were crowding my mind, then, everything seemed to disappear as if a thick blanket of fog had obscured everything, and without realizing it, I heard myself barking.

That strange sound still echoed in my head when it was overwhelmed by the laughter of my cousin who laughed so much that she began banging her fists on the sofa and beat her feet on the ground, trying to stop herself and catch her breath. I had tears in my eyes, such was the shame I felt at that moment, but I could not help but notice how excited I was. When Kaley was finally able to stop laughing, she looked at me intently, our eyes met and I understood that she knew, she knew that she could give me any order, and that I would not have had the strength to resist. After an evil smile, Kaley patted on my head and said:

- Good puppy. Now stick out your tongue for your Master -

With my eyes still fixed on hers, I obeyed, I stuck out my tongue as much as possible and, unwittingly, I began to pant like a dog, doing giggle my cousin more and more. Kaley approached her hand to my face and touched my tongue, making dance the tips of her fingers on it as if she was playing the piano. I stood still with my tongue hanging out for several minutes, while she was having fun with that strange game. Then, Kaley showed me the palm of her hand and, without the need of an order, I began to lick it like a happy puppy. As I heard my cousin giggling, I noticed the difference between the palm of her hand, which was very tasty, and her fingers that were almost completely tasteless.

- Good puppy - she repeated again and I was so proud of that compliment that I increased the pace of my licking, doing laugh increasingly my cousin. After a few more minutes, Kaley took her hand away from my face and took off one of her flip-flops. Still with my tongue hanging out, I panted more and more as I saw for a second the sole of her foot, then I had to look in my cousin’s face who told me:

- Do you want to play with your Master, my little puppy? -

I watched my cousin who was smiling and waving in front of me her flip-flops, then I answered just as she expected, barking. Kaley patted again on my head and then she threw her flip-flops across the room.

- Fetch - she said smiling

I crawled quickly toward it that was over behind the cabinet of the TV and I had to slip into that narrow space, being careful to the many wires because I did not want to stumble on them and drop the TV or DVD player on the floor. When I was just a few centimeters from the flip-flops I realized that if I had taken it with my mouth there would be no return and I would be really Kaley’s dog as I was already her mother’s slave. A chill in my pussy gave me the ultimately push and I grabbed with my mouth the band that goes in between the big and second toes and, with the flip-flops dangling under my face, I went back to my owner.

“What am I saying? Kaley is not my owner,” I thought as I crawled towards my cousin who smiled, satisfied that she had folded that way her biggest rival.

“Aunt Emma is my owner,” I thought again, but then I realized that in the end it made no difference because if my Mistress wanted me to serve also her daughter, then I would have been without hesitation the slave of my cousin.

I could taste lightly on her flip-flops the flavor of Kaley’s foot sweat and it immediately appeared to me as exquisite as that of her mother and I almost resisted when my cousin took the flip-flops from my mouth, depriving me of that flavor. She patted on my head and threw away again the flip-flops, laughing when I crawled again to fetch it We continued to play that way for more than an hour and Kaley could no longer have any doubt about my submissive nature. No normal person would have done what I was doing, it could not be a joke organized against her because for a joke her rival would never acted like her puppy, she would never have agreed to take her flip-flops with her mouth. When an old cuckoo clock signaled that it was time for lunch, my Aunt Emma came back into the living room and I saw in her face that sweet smile I’d fallen in love with. My aunt sat next to her daughter watching our game and after a while she said: