Foot Worship Chapter 26

With a flushed face, I took a deep breath and waited for his command. Jerome rose from the sofa and approached me. He reached out to gently rub under my chin, then pressed down on my head. I slowly knelt, lowering my body to sit on the floor. As I placed both hands beside my knees and looked up at Jerome, the contrast in our positions felt distinct. A pleasant tension swept through my body.

“Close your eyes and open your mouth.”

I obediently closed my eyes and parted my lips. A thick liquid flowed into my open mouth. What is this? I winced at the sweetness that felt like it would melt my tongue away. When I opened my eyes, he was holding a stick that looked like a coffee mix packet. The liquid wetting my tongue was honey. I usually disliked sweet things and tried to spit it out, but he covered my mouth with his palm.

“Swallow.”

At his coercive voice, I squeezed my eyes shut and forced myself to swallow. Jerome then moved the cigarette that had been hanging from his fingers to his lips and stood behind me. His dress-shoe-clad foot wedged between my buttocks and poked my perineum. Naturally, my hips lifted. Every time I swallowed, the lingering sweetness in my mouth made me feel distressed.

“We’re going to do a physical examination. Get up on the table and stand.”

“Yes.”

I moved my knees and hands to crawl across the floor. Since a Dom had gone out of his way to put his foot under my hips to help me take my position, there was no way I was going to be the idiot who stood up and walked. The distance to the table was short, so I reached it quickly.

The table was legless. It seemed Jerome had removed all the legs that had been attached to it.

As I raised my body, I gauged the table’s sturdiness. The tabletop was quite thick and solid, and the bottom seemed sturdy, resting completely against the floor. Still, a sense of worry took precedence. I wasn’t sure if this small table could support my weight, but since I had received a command, I had to fulfill it unconditionally.

I squeezed my eyes shut and stepped onto the table. As expected, it didn’t wobble. I tried shaking my body slightly, but the table didn’t budge, as if it were bolted to the floor.

“From now on, you will undress sequentially. The order is: upper garment, inner wear, pants, socks, and finally, underwear. Did you understand?”

“Yes.”

By now, Jerome was leaning back on the sofa almost as if he were lying down, staring at me like a spectator. His languid eyes were cold. I inhaled through my nose, grabbed the hem of my roll-neck sweater, and pulled it over my head. My base t-shirt, which I had worn as an inner layer, was pulled up with it, but I didn’t panic; I just took off the roll-neck and folded it in half. I set the removed clothing aside, and this time, with my hands behind my back, I grabbed the fabric and pulled it up and off. Even though my bare body was revealed, he just continued to stare at me with indifferent eyes.

Watching his eyes made me anxious. Since Jerome had always shown interest in my body, I had assumed he would naturally sit up straighter once I was naked. Is my body not as much to his taste as I thought? I took a deep breath and unbuckled my pants. My hands trembled slightly. I bit my lip and stood at a slight angle, adjusting my posture to show off the buttocks emphasized by the straps. Then, unexpectedly, I released my grip on the pants. The fabric covering my lower body grazed my skin as it fell to the floor.

It was a very fleeting moment, but a flicker of interest passed through his eyes. I deliberately bent my upper body to let him see the area between my buttocks and legs better, lifting my legs to take the pants off completely. Jerome’s body, leaning against the sofa, twitched. Now I had to take off my socks, so as I folded the pants and put them aside, I plopped down onto the table. My muscles twitched automatically as the cold tabletop touched my buttocks.

“Ha…”

A sound that was ambiguous—somewhere between a sigh and a moan—flowed from Jerome’s lips. I deliberately spread my legs to expose my lower body while taking off my socks. He chuckled, as if in disbelief. I calmed my mind, remaining calm and composed.

Now it was time to take off my underwear. As I raised my body and placed my hands on the waistband, Jerome straightened his upper body and sat up. The cigarette that had been in his hand was gone. Exposing my naked body by undressing in front of another person was more embarrassing and shameful than I had thought. But at the same time, a strange excitement arose. I squeezed my eyes shut and pulled the band down, exposing my bare groin.

“Wait.”

I peeked with one eye to check Jerome’s expression. He was scowling as if he were about to slit someone’s throat at any moment.

“…Yes?”

“Do you get managed periodically?”

“Yes. It became a habit from back when I was an athlete.”

Since I had been prone to sweating and frequent skin rashes since childhood, waxing wasn’t an option, but a necessity. Ever since I was an athlete, I had been visiting a waxing shop periodically for maintenance. In truth, I had considered stopping after I retired from sports, but the discomfort I experienced as the hair grew back was worse, so I kept getting it waxed. And facing a Dom who was openly displaying his displeasure felt quite good.

Doms with a strong sense of possessiveness felt offended by the very fact that another person’s hands had touched the body of the sub they were managing—especially the most private parts. I had labeled that feeling ‘jealousy.’

“Is the waxer a man?”

“Yes.”

“Never mind, put it back on.”

Jerome watched with a displeased expression as I pulled my underwear back up. Now I was standing in front of him wearing only a single, ambiguous piece of underwear that felt like I was neither undressed nor dressed. His hot gaze scanned my body thoroughly.

“Turn around and get on all fours. Make sure your buttocks are visible in my line of sight.”

At his command, I immediately turned around, knelt, and bowed. I briefly considered bending my upper body to lift my hips higher, but since he hadn’t commanded it, I maintained my current posture. His soft fingertips brushed against my buttocks. I clenched my glute muscles tightly and squeezed my eyes shut. His hand rudely pulled at the string wedged between my buttocks. Hiiik, I swallowed my breath, biting my lips to keep a sound from escaping. He could likely see not only my tightly clenched opening but also my perineum and even my testicles right in front of his eyes.

“Your body is much more excellent than I imagined. The texture is good, too,”

“…Thank you.”

Jerome’s hand gripped my ankle, then slowly scanned up my leg, kneading my thigh muscles as if gauging them. The touch, alternating between kneading both my thighs, took my breath away. It felt like the touch of someone evaluating an item to purchase. I hung my head low and breathed slowly. The tips of my ears grew hot, and sweat began to form on my scalp. The air in the room was very hot. It seemed he had turned up the heat out of consideration for me, since I had to be naked.

Suddenly, Jerome hardened his fingertips and dragged them firmly across my thigh. It felt as if he were measuring locations, or perhaps playing a game.

“If you tie a rope around here, it would be pretty.”

“Hut, please, tie it.”

“We’ll see.”

The hand that had been resting on my thigh began to move again. He grabbed my exposed buttocks with both hands and spread them apart. The band wedged between my buttocks dug in deeper. Blood rushed to my lower body, and the area below my navel throbbed.

“Ugh!”

Jerome blew a puff of air between my spread buttocks. I could vividly feel my opening clenching tight. To make matters worse, he bit down on the string crossing between my buttocks and then let go. The string snapped against my perineum and opening. It had enough elasticity that it left a slightly stinging sensation. I felt like screaming. I was ashamed that his five senses were entirely focused on between my buttocks.

Sweat from my scalp dripped onto the table. My penis began to erect inside the cramped pouch. Jerome took his hand off my buttocks and moved upward. He caressed my pubic bone, then gripped and released my thick waist with both hands. He lightly tapped along my spine like he was playing the piano, scanning my entire back. There wasn’t a single part of my body his hands hadn’t touched. The arms supporting my body were trembling.

After slowly scanning the back of my neck, ears, and jaw, he withdrew his hands. Inside, I prayed for him not to check the front. But contrary to my wish, he commanded me to turn over and spread my legs. As I raised my head and straightened my upper body, the sweat gathered in my hair streamed down my forehead and face.

“Are you hot?”

“…Yes.”