Continue the following story, and make the girl more dominant and have the guy humiliate himself at her feet After a little more chat she looked down at her feet. "Ah my feet are killing me. I usually change into heels when I get into the office, I've got a few pairs there. Its always a relief to get out of them at the end of the day." She put her right foot onto her knee and started massaging it. If ever there was a time to take the bull by the horns, this was it. I jumped up and pushed the coffee table to one side and knelt down at her feet. "Here let me do that," I offered and gently took her right foot in my hands and started to gently massage it. 

"Wow," she announced and settled back onto the sofa, closing her eyes. "That really hits the spot. Keep going, it feels amazing. I could smell the delicious odour as I massaged and I let myself become high on it. It was just wonderful. "I hope they don't smell too bad," She laughed, "though that wouldn't worry you I don't suppose given the divine nature of my tootsies!" I continued to rub her foot and then replaced it with her other and repeated the process. "How did you get so good at this?" she asked. I mentioned an ex-girlfriend who liked to receive foot massages and that I managed to get quite proficient after a while. "Lucky ex-girlfriend," she said. "Happy to be of service any time," I replied, "I find it quite relaxing myself and hey, maybe I've got a foot thing after all, who knows!"

After about twenty minutes, the booze clearly had gotten to her and she seemed to have fallen asleep. I put both her feet back on the floor and carried on kneeling, weighing up my next move. In for a penny, in for a pound, I lowered my head to the floor and gently began kissing her feet. I made sure the pecks were light but enough to make a real impact. I gently brushed the tops of her toes with my tongue - the taste was spectacular. I got carried away and after putting my tongue between the big and second toe on her right foot. I clearly licked too hard as she woke with a start and jolted up. 

My head was still at the floor and I quickly straightened up and sat back on my heels. "What the fuck! Were you just licking my toes?" she almost shouted at me. "Er, er, I didn't mean to, it just happened," I replied really awkwardly. She looked both angry and bewildered and took a moment to process the situation. After a few of the longest seconds of my life she threw her head back and burst out laughing.  "Ha, absolute classic. I suppose I can't complain. Treated like shit at work but