My roommate originally started paying for my pedicures because he had a thing for my feet, and at first I honestly thought it was just funny. It felt like an easy trade. Soft polished feet for a little attention and teasing. But lately I’ve realized this isn’t only for him anymore. Somewhere along the way, I started enjoying it too.

There’s something weirdly addictive about the attention, the control, and the way he looks at me like my feet are the only thing on his mind. I’ve started putting more effort into keeping them soft and perfect because I know how much he notices every little detail. The smooth lotion, the fresh polish, the feeling of my soft soles sliding against his skin. What started as a simple exchange for pedicures is slowly turning into a hobby I actually look forward to.

It’s surprisingly physical too. Keeping the pressure steady and moving the way he likes takes more effort than I expected, almost like a small workout, but honestly it’s something I could get used to. The more we do it, the more natural it feels. Sometimes I catch myself enjoying the sensation just as much as the reaction it gets from him.

The way he grips my feet with both hands almost makes it feel like he owns them for a moment, like he’s completely lost in the feeling of my soft soles against him. But deep down we both know the truth. He doesn’t own my feet. I own him. Every time he comes back, every time he spoils me, every desperate look he gives me just proves it more and more. What started as him paying for my pedicures has slowly turned into something neither of us expected, and now I think we’re both addicted to the arrangement in our own way.

My roommate is back again to cum on my feet. I didn't think it would happen again, but it did. I told him I would need more than a pedicure to allow him to cum all over my soles. The feeling of his warm cum on my feet and his credit card in my hands fills me with pleasure. I can shop to my hearts content while he thrusts his throbbing cock between my feet. I know he was loving the way my soft pedicured feet slid against his hard dick. He will soon be begging to worship my feet and the very ground I walk on.

My roommate has been begging me for months to give him a footjob. I told him it would NEVER happen, but he offered to pay for my pedicures if I let him cum on my feet. I didn't think he would cum so much, and it kind of turned me on.

I wonder what else I could get from him. I wonder if I could make him my slave and even worship my feet. I think I'd like that.