This story is written by David, please send comments and appreciation to voondave@yahoo.co.uk

It was like déjà vu,all over again! The 3 of us,myself,my girlfriend Debbie,and her Mother,Doris,were in the living room of Doris ’s house watching TV. I could’nt keep track of the TV programme,due to Doris’s constant sniping at me,as was usually the case when I came to her house to see Debbie. Doris had been only 16 when she gave birth to Debbie,and Mother and daughter were strikingly similar in appearance.When I first met Doris,I thought she was Debbies older sister. Doris’s husband had walked out on her soon after Debbie was born,for another woman,and since then, Doris had a very low opinion of men in general,and of me,in particular.

 “david has never made anything of his sorry self,and he never will do,Deberah. And it is quite beyond me,what on Earth it is,that you see in him”. “Please, Doris ”,I complained,”can’t you give me a break,just for once?”. “Oh,I’d like to give you a break,david! I’d like to break your worthless neck for you,and save my silly daughter from wasting her time on you. And,it’s Mrs. Morris,to you,david.

I was sat on the couch,with Debbie.As usual,she was stretched out,with her beautiful,sexy feet in my lap.Her wonderful feet were far more interesting to me than anything on the TV. She seemed to never cease from luxuriating her bare feet,constantly flexing,wiggling,and scrunching her toes.Unfortunately,sadly,and frustratingly for me,though Debbie knew all about my foot fetish,had become aware of it from our first date,in fact,she would not allow me to touch her adorable feet.She told me that her feet were far too sensitive,to be touched. And that it was unmanly,to want to massage her feet,and to kiss her feet,and to smell her feet,and to lick her soles,and to suck her toes. She always reclined on the couch,when I was there,and placed her feet on my lap,and I loved the idea that she was using me as a comfortable foot rest.But,it was so terribly frustrating,to see and to feel such glorious,gorgeous feet,and not being allowed to touch them.

Once,and only once,did I take a liberty with Debbie,when I took one of her beautiful bare feet in my hands,and,thrilling to the touch,and to the feel of her foot in my hands,I began to gently massage her foot. Suddenly,I was consumed by the most intense and incredible pain,as,with devastating accuracy and power,Debbie slammed the heel of her other foot into my poor plums,and said,simply,”don’t,david”. Sitting opposite us at the time,as usual,was Debbies Mother,Doris.Upon seeing her daughter’s decidedly adverse reaction to my unwelcome attentions to her feet,Doris actually sat on the edge of her seat,and clapped her hands,and giggled like a schoolgirl,as she watched me suffer,as wave after wave of agonising,nauseating  pain pulsed,throbbed,vibrated,and shuddered through my whole body. “Ha ha ha ha!”,laughed Doris ,in sheer delight.”That’s my girl!”,she further applauded her daughter. Since that episode,I kept my hands away from Debbies feet.I did not want to experience such punishment again.At that time, Doris was not aware of my foot fetish. That was then.

Tonight,though,I sensed, somehow knew that had changed.Doris was sitting opposite Debbie and myself,as usual.What was not usual,was that she had taken off her shoes,and was resting her bare feet on a footstool,and with her bare soles directly facing me,as she deliberately copied the foot movements of her daughter’s feet in my lap. I was forced to admit to myself,as I studied them,that Doris did have beautiful,sexy feet,and I must have been staring at them for some time,in admiration,for,when I looked up,and saw the triumphant smile on Doris’s pretty face,it now dawned on me,that Doris had set a trap that she knew I would fall into,and had been watching me all the time. “So,it’s true,then!”,announced Doris .”What? What’s true,Mum?”,asked Debbie,in puzzlement,at her Mother’s confident,but mysterious proclamation.”I could’nt believe it,at first,when my friend,Julia Davis,david’s supervisor at work,told me that she had to give the pathetic little worm a formal warning,after repeated complaints from the office girls that he is always staring at their feet”. Debbie remained silent,and,upon seeing her daughter’s face redden,with shame and embarrassment on my behalf,Doris said,”of course,dear,how foolish of me to think that you might not already know,about david’s foot fetish”.As Doris spoke the words ‘foot fetish’,she looked at me,and her voice was thick with scorn,and dripped with derision,and oozed with her contempt.She made me feel tiny.Doris continued,”and I had been so looking forward to breaking this wonderful titbit of news to you,Deberah,certain that now,you would surely tell david to get lost” “Oh,Mum!”,responded Debbie,plaintively,”I am going to send david for counselling,to cure him of his foot fetish”.I stared across the living room at Doris,who was tearing my emotions in half. I was angry,that she had discovered my secret,and that she had tried to use it to separate me from Debbie.But now,I was being forced to admit something else,to myself. Doris had awakened some deep,hidden emotion inside me. I realised,with deep shock,that Doris had generated a wild,uncontrollable excitement in me,as she poured her acidic scorn on my head,in copious amounts,in a devastating,delicious humiliation,while I stared at her bare feet,in a reluctant admiration,and,yes,I admitted to my self,lust,for her bare, sexy feet,and her constantly flexing,wiggling,and scrunching toes. “Come on,david”,ordered Debbie,swinging her feet to the floor.”Let’s go to the pub. I need a drink!”.She stood with her back to me,as she slipped into her mules,and I helped her into her coat.

Oh!,I could do with a drink,too,I thought,as we entered the Public House,which was quite busy at that time of the evening,and we were lucky that some people were vacating a table facing the bar,just as we came in,and Debbie sat at the table,while I went to the bar.The only gap at the bar,due to it being so busy,was between 2 young women,who were both perched upon barstools.They were both blonde,and very attractive,and I guessed that they were both in their early 20’s.They seemed to be friends of the barmaid,as they were chatting away in a rather familiar fashion. Interrupting them politely,I said to the barmaid,”excuse me,Miss.Could I have a pint of lager and a glass of medium white wine,please?”The 2 blonde beauties perched on their barstools on either side of me,mildly annoyed at having their conversation interrupted in mid flow,glared at me,and gave me a quick once over,before dismissing me as not worthy of any further interest,before resuming their rudely interrupted conversation. “Oh! My feet are killing me,working behind this bar,all night”,complained the barmaid,to her 2 blonde friends.Smiling,sympathetically,the girl on my left,said,”well,Joan,get your boyfriend to massage them for you,when you get home”.”You are kidding,are’nt you,Sharon? I can’t get Bob to come anywhere near my feet.He says they stink”,replied Joan,the foot sore barmaid,unhappily.The 2 blonde girls laughed at this,and the girl on my right,said,”I make Tom massage my feet all the time,Joan,and I’ve even trained him at doing a basic pedicure for me,too”. “Oh,shut up,Jennifer,you are making me jealous!”,laughed Joan,the rather pretty,dark haired barmaid.

I hoped that the bulge in my pants,the result of eavesdropping on their conversation,was’nt too obvious,as I made my way back to our table with our drinks. I carefully put our drinks down on the table,and chose a seat facing the bar. Debbie said,”you took your time,david.Where have you been,to, Bordeaux ,to press the grapes?”.Knowing this to be an example of Debbies proclivity of asking rhetorical questions,I remained silent.The best thing about her rhetorical questions,I knew,was that,as they did not require an answer,the danger was removed,of my saying the wrong thing,and making her angry.So,instead of supplying Debbie with an answer that she neither required or expected,I asked her,”Debbie,what’s this nonsense about sending me for counselling for my foot fetish.Can’t you just accept me as I am? I mean,where’s the harm,in it?”,I asked,quietly,after tasting my first draught of cold,refreshing lager.Debbie,after taking her first,dainty,ladylike sip of white wine,replied,somewhat heatedly,but just as quietly,”I could have died of shame this evening,david,when Mum told us that she knew all about your foot fetish,from her friend at your office!”.”You always talk nonsense when you have had a drink”,I joked,trying to lighten her mood. It did’nt work. “I’m serious,david! You need treatment,and I am going to make sure that you get treatment”,assertred Debbie,with authority,and dismaying conviction.Unsettled,by the glint in her eyes,I picked up my pint of lager,and looked towards the bar.The glass did not reach my lips. It’s progress was halted,as soon as I beheld the incredible sight before me.The 2 blonde girls perched on their barstools, Sharon and Jennifer,had slipped out of the flip flops that they both wore,and they were resting their sexy,and,quite dirty bare feet,on a rung at the back of their barstools. I had a perfect,unhindered view of the soles of their beautiful bare feet,from their heels to the tips of their lovely toes.As Sharon and Jennifer chatted with their friend,the barmaid,Joan,their animated discussion seemed to cause their bare toes to flex,wiggle,and scrunch,and their feet seemed to express themselves,and,with the added help of a little alcohol lifting their inhibitions,their feet actually seemed to be enjoying themselves,and seemed to have their own individual personalities,and I imagined that their feet had minds of their own.

Eventually,with a trembling hand,my pint of lager finally reached it’s destination,and I drank thirstily,my mouth having gone very dry,at the wonderful,glorious sight before me. I only managed to drag my enraptured eyes away from those amazing feet,when I heard a rustling sound.Debbie was looking at a newspaper.”What have you got there,Debbie?,I asked her. “Oh,it’s just a local paper that someone left behind,david”. I returned my attention back to Sharon and Jennifer’s sexy,dirty bare feet,resting on a rung of their barstools.What a glorious sight! What an amazing vision! I stared,and I stared. It was quite impossible for me to look away from their captivating feet. I heard the newspaper rustle again,as Debbie turned a page,and a moment later,she exclaimed,”oh,david!”.Turning back to Debbie,I said,”what’s up,Deb?”.Debbie asked me,”you know it’s Mum’s birthday next week,don’t you,david? Have you bought her a present,yet?”. “No,not yet,Debbie,I’ve been looking---“,impatiently,Debbie cut me off,saying,”never mind,david.The perfect thing is right here,in the classified advertisements.Someone is selling an antique mirror.It’s quite large.Mum would just love it.Why don’t you buy it for her? I’m sure it would sweeten her attitude towards you,david”. I leaned over,and looked at the price.It was quite a lot of money,but significantly less than I expected,for such a valuable piece of antiquity. I smiled my promise to buy the mirror,at Debbie,and she smiled,happily,and said,”my round!”,and she made her way to the bar for more drinks.While I waited,I filled in the time admiring Sharon and Jennifer’s fabulous feet. I could’nt get enough of them.As soon as Debbie returned to our table,she said,”I’ll phone the number,david,to see if they have still got the mirror,and,if so,when we can come and see it..” “Good idea,Debs!”,I replied,and once again returned my full attention to Sharon and Jennifer’s feet.Oh,my!,I thought,it is not very often that I get such a treat as this.To see,and to watch such sexy,bare feet on display to me,like this,and,oh my!,there was something about their bare feet being dirty,that was making me tremble with excitement,at the sight of them. Now,Debbies voice interrupted my thoughts,as she said,”they’ve still got the mirror,david! We can go and see it in the morning” “That’s great,Debbie”,I replied,somewhat distractedly. Now,Debbie looked in the direction that she saw that I was fixedly staring in,and she immediately saw what was the focus of my obsessive attention. Now,Debbie saw,at the same time as I did,that Joan,the pretty,dark haired barmaid who had been chatting to her 2 blonde friends as she worked,was animatedly saying something to her 2 friends,while she looked directly at me.Then,she pointed an accusing finger straight at me,and Sharon and Jennifer,the 2 blonde girls who were perched on their barstools,and whose sexy,dirty bare feet I had been admiring,turned around,and glared at me.Then,without further ceremony,Sharon and Jennifer vacated their barstools,slipped into their flip flops,and strode purposefully over towards our table.They both totally ignored Debbie,and Sharon said to me,in a voice loud enough to carry to everyone in the busy pub,”this is for staring at my feet,you pathetic little man!”. She drew back her right hand,and she propelled it towards my face,at great velocity.SLAP! Her hand connected solidly to my left cheek,and the sound was like a detonation,that no one in the pub could fail to hear. Instantly,my face began to redden,with pain,embarrassment,and shame. Now,Jennifer spoke.”And this is for staring at mine,you little freak!” Jennifer reached over to our table,and picked up my as yet,untouched pint of lager,that Debbie had just bought for me,and carefully,and slowly,she emptied the entire pint of lager over my head.After a moment of stunned silence,the pub erupted,in a quiet commotion of gasps and giggles,before exploding into an uninhibited release of pent up mirth.and Debbie shared in my shame,as the gales of laughter,and the now unrestrained guffaws from the inebriated pub goers washed over me,and bathed me in shame,and,by her association with me,Debbie could not but soak up some that shame,herself. As long as I live,I never wanted to see the expression on Debbies face at that moment,ever again. I was simultaneously truly terrified of her,and also,I was cut to the quick,and distraught,that I had caused her to suffer this shameful experience. I wanted to speak,to apologise,but I was stuck dumb,by Debbie’s expression.After what seemed like minutes,but could only have been seconds,Debbie vacated her seat,and stood behind me.Then,without a single word,she gripped the back of my collar,and she literally dragged me out of my seat,and,to further loud,raucus laughter,cheers,and applause,she marched me out of the pub,and I dripped a trail of lager,behind us.

Once we were out on the street,and out of earshot of the uproarious commotion in the pub that I had caused,I was certain that Debbie would now mete out her own retribution,and slap 7 varieties of the brown stuff out of me. “I am so,very sorry,Debbie”,I apologised,with all of my usual inadequacy.”Your Mum is right about me,you should kick me into touch”. To which Debbie responded,heatedly and emotionally,”oh!,don’t tempt me,david! But,no,david.You are not going to get off so easily. I am more determined than ever,now,to make you have that treatment,to cure you of your foot fetish.Trust me,david,I will drag you,kicking and screaming,if I have to.Now,get out of my sight,david! Go home and go to bed.And don’t forget,we are going to see that mirror,tomorrow morning”.With that,Debbie spun on her heel,and walked away from me,and every step she took,radiated her anger and shame.I thought I could see her back shaking,and that she was sobbing the tears that she would not let me see. “Good night,Debbie”,I said,to her retreating back,and a stony silence,was her reply. Now,I crumpled to the pavement,like a rag doll,dropped from the hand of a young child who has become bored of playing with it,and I was immobilised,by a flood of shameful,wretched tears.How I wished that Debbie had hit me,and hurt me,for what I had put her through,tonight. It would have made me feel better.But now,I was devastated by a pain deep inside,a soul tearing,emotional agony,that totally engulfed me,and I curled up,fetus like,and cried my copious tears of shame and remorse onto the uncaring,cold,grey pavement. Eventually,I managed to get to my feet,and I obeyed Debbies instructions,and went home,and went straight to bed. Tomorrow,I had an antique mirror to buy.

THE MIRROR continues,in Part 2.