The Reluctant Sub page 02

 

  

For the last three years, Eli attended classes, and did his assignments. He was always on the honor roll, and president of a few groups. He didn’t party or do drugs, and he’d never do anything the least bit illegal. The most embarrassing thing he had ever done was an unintended fart during class once. But two months into his four and final year that all changed. An assignment for one of his classes required that he start a business that would provide a service, and that service has to help first, and second year students. For Eli it was a no brainer, with his marks and intelligence, he’d offer a tutoring service. That’s when he met Valerie.

Valerie is wilder in comparison to Eli, and her grades reflected it. Just a few months into her freshman year one of her teachers, Professor Emery took her aside. “Listen young lady. You’re a smart girl, but if you don’t do something about your grades, you’re going to fail,” he said. Then he gave her Eli’s number and told her to contact him for some tutoring. Valerie hung on to Eli’s number for a month before calling him. She tried to turn things around on her own. But her grades keep slipping. So she called Eli and made an appointment.

For the first few months Eli remembered that he and Valerie got along great. They met for two hour, three times a week and it reflected in Valerie’s grades too. She went from failing to a C+ average in a very short time. Then one day Eli had a late class with Professor Emery and he asked his teacher if he could use the class that evening to help Valerie with one of her assignments. Which of course Professor Emery said yes too. So, Eli told Valerie to meet him there.

“Hi, anyone here?” Valerie asks, sticking her head in the doorway. “Over here,” Eli cries out from across the room, while waving his arm. “Oh, hi,” she calls back as she bounces into the room. Eli finds Valerie very attractive and her outfit tonight only adds to his impression of her. She has on one of those preppy school girl getups with the short plaid skirt, crisp white blouse, which she has tied in a knot at her waist, revealing an adorable little belly button. Next to be noticed is her black boots that go all the way up her slender long legs, until stopping at her thighs. He likes the look so much that Eli can feel things stir in his pants. No, no, no he says to himself while setting one of his books in his lap to hide the stiffing girth behind his zipper of his blue jeans. He just sat there spellbound as he watched her floated across the room towards him.

“Oh hi, sorry I’m late,” she apologizes with a sincere smile. “I’m going to a party after our appointment, and this outfit took longer to put together than I thought. Do you like it?” she asks as she does a slow seductive turn in front of him. Eli has to swallow hard to contain himself before answering, “Ah! Yes of course you look great… I mean you look beautiful…  Not that I was staring at you or anything like that.” Slightly embarrassed Eli turns his head back to his laptop, punches a few keys, and says, “shall we get started then,” trying to change the subject.

“It’s alright to look you know, I don’t mind if you do,” Valerie indicates as she places a finger on Eli’s chin and slowly turns his head to face her. Once she had his attention on her, she puckered her ruby lips together and blew Eli a kiss, followed by bending her knees to reach down to her shins with her hands, then slowly standing up while seductively sliding her fingers along her luscious thigh high boots.

“Um, yes, why don’t you take a seat and we’ll get your work started,” Eli suggests trying to take control as he awkwardly points to a chair. Without saying a word Valerie slides in beside him, but she did it in such a fashion that the hem of her skirt rode up a little higher to reveal a bit more of her bare leg. “Alright, if you’re ready, let’s get started,” he says, trying hard to keep his composure.

“Ok!” Valerie replies, but as she does, she places her hand oh Eli’s thigh and leans closer to him. In doing so, she positioned herself that Eli couldn’t help but see the top of her chest, because she purposely left the top buttons of the blouse undone. For poor Eli trying to maintain a professional demeanor is becoming nearly impossible.

The throbbing in his groin grew to a nearly unbearable state, as his cock pushed harder at the back of his jeans, threatening to explode. But it didn’t stop there, just as Eli started to contain his feelings, Valerie started to rub his inner thigh. Slowly drawing her fingers closer to his groin, before returning them to mid thigh again, But Eli knew he would make a mess in his pants if he let her continue this much longer, So before that happens, Eli quickly stands up and excuses himself, “Excuse me Valerie, I’ll be right back. I need to use the bathroom,” and quickly darts for the door. Valerie giggles as she watches him scurry through it.

“Hey! What are you doing,” Eli asks as he comes through the classroom door to see Valerie on his laptop. “Well,” she starts, “I figured that I would get started while you went to the bathroom. But when I was looking for my file, I found so much more. You’re a kinky fucker aren’t you.”

Eli takes his seat next to Valerie, but he’s unable to look her in the eyes. “I can explain, you see…” he starts to say before Valerie abruptly cuts him off. “Shut up” she says forcefully, “I don’t care about excuses.” Valerie then takes Eli by the chin and turns his face to meet hers. “Look at me, Eli,” she commands. 

For a moment Eli hesitates before making eye contact with Valerie. “So you like the kinky stuff?” she asks him. Eli remains silent as he peers into her eyes. “I asked you a question Eli, I expect an answer. Do you like this kinky stuff?” She asks a second time as she gestures to the laptop. 

Startled by her sternness, And yet a bit aroused by it Eli whispers, “Yes I do.” “What? You're going to have to speak up. ”Valerie demands. She had heard him but she wanted to make him squirm a bit. “Yes...yes, I do,” Eli answers more forcefully this time. But doing so causes him a lot of embarrassment. Valerie smiles as she sees him blushes as he answers her. “I thought I would get a jump on things while you were in the bathroom,” she repeated, “you had left your computer on, so I didn’t think you would mind. But as I was looking for my stuff, I saw your folder for stocks and bonds. I know that your family is wealthy, so I figured I could find something to invest in. try to make some money for myself. As I was searching, I noticed your folder titled secured bonds. Figuring the file was a safe bet for an investment strategy, I clicked on it. Seeing the content of the file shocked me to put it mildly. A file on bondage, another one for adult toys, and dungeon furniture. And pegging, I would never peg you as someone into that, I like the file named Selfies, I must say I enjoyed the one of you wearing the black lingerie, and handcuffs. You sure have the body to pull it off by the way. Then you have that file on, tied, teased and denial, along with the one about nipple play. If it wasn’t for the pictures, I would have never believed that you clipped those things to your nipples. Wow!”  But now that I know your dirty little secret, what should I do about it.”

Just hearing Valerie mention his files made Eli sink lower into despair. Yes he liked the kinky stuff. But it was always meant to be private. He thought that maybe when he was older he would venture more into it. But for now he was content with his self bondage play and the stories he wrote for his blog based on his own fantasies. “Please I can expla... “ he tried to say, only to be silenced by Valerie again. “Shhh! Dear, I’m talking, beside I couldn’t care less about whatever excuse you’ll try to feed me. But of all the files you have, the one titled foot worshipping caught my attention. By the amount of content in there, it’s evented that you really love this kind of thing. Am I right?” 

Nodding his head Eli replied yes to Valerie's question about foot worship. He didn’t know why it intrigued him so much. It's not like he had any experience with it. After answering yes to Valerie's question he chose to stay silent. He just sat in his chair  feeling defeated as he stared at Valerie sitting next to him. To Eli she looked to be in a state of deep thought.

“I got it,” Valerie announces, as a smile spreads across her face, “you’re gonna get down on the floor, on your hands and knees and worship my feet.” Eli looks at Valerie with a bewildered expression as his brain processes what he just heard. But instead of following her request, Eli tries to change the subject. “Ah, well yes as intriguing as that sounds, we should get back to your tutoring. May I have my computer back now, Valerie.”

“Really, do you think that it will be that easy, just brush it under the rug, so to speak,” Valerie counters, “it appears that you don’t realize the gravity of your situation. So, I’m going to spell it out for you Eli. I know your dirty little secret, Eli, and if you don’t want to find it splashed all over the campus’s social media, you’re going to do exactly everything thing I tell you to do, and right now you’re going to get your ass off that chair, drop to you knees and darn well start licking my boots.”

Even though what’s happening is one of his fantasies, and his pride and joy starting to swell again, Eli is quite startled by the ferociousness Valerie is displaying. As he stands up he attempts to reason with Valerie once more, “come on Valerie, we’re both adults here, I’m sure we can come to a mutual agreement on this little situation. What do you say Valerie, can we talk?”

The thought of blackmailing Eli for money hadn’t even crossed her mind. Sure his family could afford to buy her silence, and who wouldn’t want a windfall like that. But Valerie is a law abiding, church going country girl, and taking Eli’s money would  be morally incorrect for her. But having some fun at his expense was ok. So she responded to Eli’s plea by simply pointing at her boot as she tapped her toe.

Feeling totally rejected upon seeing Valerie point to her boots again without  even responding to him. There was nothing left for Eli to do but sink to his hands and knees at Valerie feet. For her part Valerie replies to his action positively, “ that’s a good boy, Eli… no wait a second that’s not right. I meant to say very good slave. Now lick my boots.”

Bend his elbow to lower himself some more, Eli opens his mouth to stick out his tongue. How many times he dreamt of being in this predicament. But dreaming and doing is very different. Not knowing how to actually do this, Eli starts with the toe of her right boot. Gingerly he touches the boot with his tongue. His taste buds are immediately assaulted by the foul taste of the polish covering her boots. But his nose is rewarded with the rich scent of real leather. As humiliating as he felt, Eli was enjoying himself. At first he was just flicking his tongue back and forth, but before long Eli found his pace and he was taking long slow laps across the toes of the boots, followed by Valerie crossing her legs to make the souls of the boots available for Eli’s eager tongue. Eli hungerly accepted Valerie’s offering and started ravishing his tongue up and down the bottom of that boot, again and again. At this very minute Eli was lost in his real life fantasy. He didn’t even care where Valerie may have walked with these boots. As far as he was presently concerned, if there was old gum stuck to her boot, he would have happily sucked it off.

Valerie just sat there quietly watching Eli. She’s surprised by Eli's transformation. Moments ago he was feverishly trying to talk, buy himself out of this. Now as she watches him, he engulfs the toe of her boot into his mouth, only to pull his head back to release his hold to take a breath, before swallowing it again. She sat there watching him while listening to the chorus of slurps and moans coming from her tutor, as he worked to please her, and protect his reputation. 

Back and forth over the bottom of the boot did Eli’s tongue travel. The smell of leather and the taste of polish now became a powerful aphrodisiac, pulling Eli deeper into submission with each lick. Valerie could help but notice his excitement by the bulge in Eli’s pants. She took this as an indicator to push further. “Eli, Pet,” she states to get his attention, “I appreciate your efforts thus far, but it would appear that the boot covers more than just my foot.” Valerie further illustrates her point by taking her index finger and starting at her knee, she slowly snakes her finger back up the boot, drawing Eli’s attention straight to her luscious thigh.”So, my submissive little friend, you’re going to take that beautiful tongue, and starting at my heel, you will lick every square inch of this leg, all the way up to this thigh!” She exclaimed pointing at the top of the boot again.

“Oh! While you’re at it, pet, you’re going to polish each eyelet for the laces with your tongue, then you will kiss one as you count it, before moving onto the next one. If you give me the correct count when you’re done, maybe I’ll show you mercy and only make you do the one boot. But get it wrong, slave, and you’ll get a second chance at it with the second boot for sure. So, don’t waste anymore time, pet, get to work.” Valerie commanded with a slight laugh at the daunting task she just gave Eli.

Realizing any protest would be useless, Eli just did as he was told. He hopes that by doing so,  Valerie would leave him off the hook, and not tell anyone about his private kinky interest. So, with his tongue on the toe of her boot, Eli starts his first ascent up Valerie leg. For his first lap of her boot, Eli chose a path just to the right of the lace holes. He figured he would go all around the boot first, and save the eyelets for last. One lick after another he traverses up that boot, and every time he reached her thigh, he would linger there with his tongue sticking to the brim of the boot. He pauses ever so briefly to breath in the aroma of her sweet perfume, which is a welcome change from the strong polish on her boot. Also with each stop at the top, his eyes were right in line with that holier than holy spot on a woman, and he could help himself from imagining what it would look like.

Having the advantage of looking down on her prey, Valerie watches with amusement as Eli’s tongue makes its journey up her leg again, and again. She also noticed his brief pause at her thigh. It didn’t upset her that he was doing it. But she figured she would uses it as an excuse to torture him further at a later time. Then shockingly he did something that astonished her, without being told too. He took the five inch heel of the boot between his lips and swallowed it whole. One moment he was flicking his tongue around it, the next moment it was gone and Eli’s lips were puckered against the sole of her boot. “Oh man,” she thought, “he just fucking deep throated the heel of my boot.” Not once, not twice, but eight times Eli swallowed that heel deep into his mouth. He didn’t know why he could do it, he just always had the ability to. In fact the heel is an easy feat, his friends, and some family members, have seen him do the same thing with a banana several times. But after the eighth time Eli figured he should commence with the eyelets. There’s a ton of them to do, and he hoped to be out of here before the night watchmen make their rounds at eight thirty.  Picture to come

One by one he polished each one with his tongue, before kissing each eyelet as he counted it. Then after forty minutes Eli announces, “there’s seventy two of them,” as he sits back on his heels to rest. “Seventy two what my dear?” Valerie playfully questions back. To which Eli replies, “eyelets, you have seventy two eyelets on your boots.” Then with a big grin on her face, Valerie counters, “oh baby, you were so close, but sorry that’s incorrect.” Then still grinning she repostions herself that her other boot now crosses over the knee of the side Eli just completed, “don’t worry though, you get a second chance to redeem yourself,” she says patting her boot, “as you give this boot a good spit and polish too.” 

Eli takes a quick peek at the wall clock, it's 7:40. He contemplates arguing with Valerie about the count, but rejects the idea. He figures he’d just waste valuable time arguing a point that he would just lose anyway. Not that he really minded it too much, having a woman forced him to kiss and lick her feet has always been a fantasy for him. It's just her scrolling through his computer as he’s forced to lick her boots that worried him.  But once more he sticks his tongue against polished leather and starts ascending to her thigh once more. “And you better get the count right this time, fail me again and I’ll be forced to punish you this time!” Valerie scolds him as he starts his second task for her today.

Awhile later Valerie looks away from the computer to notice that Eli has stopped and looks at the clock, so she glances at it too. “Oh my gosh, it’s 8:25,” she whispers inwardly. “The party.” A moment later, “I’m sorry, Valerie but I counted seventy two eyelets again, I don’t know what to say, there are thirty six on each side of the boot for a total of seventy two,” Eli comments to plead his case. Valerie just smiles and taps the seat next to her, “why don’t you get up off the floor and have a seat next to me,” she says, “and we’ll figure out why you're wrong, and to come up with a reasonable consequence for your failure.”

Eli quickly stands up and takes a seat as suggested, he’s grateful to be off the floor. At least now if someone were to stick their head in the room, everything would appear to be normal. “Here’s your laptop,” she says as she slides it across the desk to Eli, ”you like a lot of kinky shit,? Don’t you.”

Eli doesn’t immediately reply to Valerie’s statement, but instead he flips open his computer and starts to feverishly tap away at the keyboard. “Don’t waste your time love, erasing crap, I have already copied everything to my cloud,” Valerie comments with an air of confidence. “What!” Eli protests. “Delete all of it right now or…”

“Or, what!” Valerie counters, “you’re going to tell your daddy. I highly doubt that. Tell the Dean maybe and tarnish your pristine reputation. I don’t see you doing that either. Which doesn’t leave you much else, does it Eli.”

Knowing that she’s right, Eli asks, “So, what now. You’re going to blackmail me for money?” Valerie couldn’t help but laugh at his insinuation, “No, Silly,” she counters, “blackmailing for money is against the law. But having someone to tease, well that would be fun.” Then a light goes on in Valerie’s head. “I know what your punishment is going to be for getting the amount of eyelet on my boots wrong.” 

Seeing the puzzled look on Eli’s face, Valerie turns her leg so he can see the back of  her boot. Pointing at the top of the boot she says, “you told me there’s seventy two eyelets on the boot, when in fact there’s seventy four. You forgot to count the two that the lace bow is tied through. So, you got it wrong, and now I’m going to punish you.” Valerie then slaps her thighs and stands, “hurry up grab our stuff, I have an idea but we have to hurry. I will tell you about your punishment on the way.” She watches as he flings her bag over his shoulder, she grabs Eli by the arm, “come on,” she orders half dragging him towards the door.”  

 

 

Lately I've been reading on social media that's

there's a movement to ban the sending of the thumbs up emoji. 

Apparently a group has deemed receiving it as an insult. Well I'm 

a Gen Xer and I grew up watching The Fonz holding up two

thumbs to indicate that all was good in the world.

 

Come on Gen X lets get behind the old thumbs up as something

good in this crazy old world. This is how I am voicing my protest, how

do you want to support the good old 👍

 

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