Nerd Lady Lina: You’re my foot-dog now—lick my nerd feet!
I’m sitting relaxed in the armchair, legs stretched out, feet propped up on the table, right in front of your face. With a superior smile, I look at you through my glasses, still on from studying. I’m Nerd Lady Lina, and you’re my foot-dog today.
Slowly, I pull off my left sock, then my right. A warm, intense scent after a long day at university wafts up to your nose. My feet are cold and slightly damp. Tiny dark crumbs cling to my soles—remnants from my socks and from walking barefoot.
My toenails are painted a delicate light pink and have a soft sheen.
“Well, foot-dog? You’re now a nerd lady’s foot-dog. These cold, slightly damp feet are yours to lick. Stick out your tongue and get to work. I want to feel you lick every single crumb off my soles. Do it thoroughly, or you’ll be kneeling here all evening.”
I wiggle my pale pink toes slowly and press my cold right sole against your mouth. “Go on, lick my feet, my good foot slave.”