The four of them tiptoed through the dark and quiet corners of Saj’s house, moving with the precision of a well-rehearsed dance troupe. Mano, the eldest of the group, held a finger to her lips, signaling for silence as they approached their unsuspecting victim. Saj, the ringleader, had a mischievous glint in her eyes as she watched her son sleep soundly in his bed.
With a swift and coordinated movement, they placed their hands over his mouth, effectively silencing him before he could even let out a peep. A grin spread across their faces as they dragged him out of his bed and towards the corner of the house.
Saj ordered him to kneel before them, and he complied, still in a daze from being awakened in such a manner. Mano taunted him playfully, “Looks like someone’s in for a lesson in foot worship.”
The mother and aunts removed their slippers, revealing their well-kept feet. They wiggled their toes, enticing their victim. Saj commanded him to smell their feet. He hesitated, but the hand over his mouth reminded him of his compliance.
As he took a deep whiff of their feet, Saman giggled, “Like what you smell, boy?” Mehak, the youngest, added, “You better get used to it, because you’re going to be tasting it next.”
Saj ordered him to lick their feet. He hesitated, but the hand over his mouth reminded him of his compliance. With a deep sigh, he began to lick their feet, starting with Saj’s. She smirked, satisfied with his submission.
Mano, not wanting to be left out, grabbed his head and forced him to deep foot gag. He choked, but they didn’t let up. After what seemed like an eternity, they allowed him to catch his breath. Saman sneered, “You’re not done yet, boy.”
Mehak took a bottle of honey and poured it over their feet. She commanded him to eat it off their feet. He obeyed, licking and sucking the honey off their feet. They laughed at his predicament, but also felt a sense of satisfaction in their control.
As the night went on, the four women reveled in their power over their victim, pushing him to his limits and beyond. And he, in turn, found himself drawn to their dominance, unable to resist their allure. It was a midnight feet fest like no other, and they were just getting started.
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