Sydney, or Syd, was a 4’4 woman that wore big thick glasses, bright red lipstick, and had dyed blonde hair that was cut short with bangs across her face. She was extremely curious, and a very knowledgeable woman. She was obsessed with quite a few things, and loved to chat about them with her friends, particularly one of her best friends, Sam. They had known each other since their freshman year of college, and have been close to each other ever since. Syd loved her late night chats with Sam, and it meant absolutely everything to her.
They drank late into the night, discussing everything from their deepest fears to their darkest fetishes, letting one another full dive into each other’s lives to the greatest extent. It was a beautiful few years, and Syd wouldn’t pass it on for the world. These discussions and jokes made them learn more about themselves, and helped Syd discover that she may be into girls just as much as she was with boys, and helped Sam realize that he may be female, after all. They supported each other through everything, and with a housing emergency the summer before their junior year, Sam realized she would be able to continue living with her best friend, and maybe talk to her about becoming something more than that.
When the summer ended and the semester began that someone else joined their lives. A male doing his masters degree at the same college, who was tall, skinny, nerdy, and charming, everything that Syd wanted in a partner. Syd began to feel more and more attracted to him, and when he finally asked her out, she said yes without thinking about it. She and Joe would be absolutely perfect for each other.
It was then when Sam realized how much Syd really meant to her, and how much she really wanted to be with her. She fell into a deep depression, a depression worsened by her deep masochistic tendencies. It made her depressed knowing that she was nothing compared to Joe, that he was so much taller than her, so much more charming, and based on what Syd explained about his dick, it was so much larger than hers. She had bared her soul to Syd, and it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. What was really foul…. what really made her sick and want to pull her guts out, was the fact that all of this turned her on as well. The fact that Syd found someone so much better than her. It made her shiver just thinking about them fucking, and completely ignoring her like she didn’t exist.
And how could Syd not know? She knew everything about Sam, everything about her inside and out. How could she not know that she was killing Sam, destroying her every time she had to see her go out with Joe. Syd had asked her about why she was different lately, but she always changed the subject, like she knew she could never actually tell Sam how she felt.
It was a late Saturday afternoon, when Syd picked up Sam after one of her shifts at the coffee shop, that Syd finally confronted her about everything. “Sammy… I know something is wrong.” She teased. She always used that nickname for her when she was beginning to tease her, but Sam wasn’t very comfortable with it at the moment. Not when Syd was still obsessed with Joe, and wouldn’t stop talking about him all the time.
“Nothing’s wrong, Syd. I told you time and time again.” Sam replied, rolling her eyes. She had long brown hair in a braid, square glasses and dark eye makeup, complete with a nose ring. Sam was 5’11, and though she was technically out, still dressed rather androgynously. Today she wore overalls with western boots, one that made her feel quite comfortable. Though she was much taller than Syd, Syd was so dominant in her personality that she seemed like the taller one, constantly leading the two of them, and the more vocal one between them, though she was shy when she wasn’t with people she knew quite well.
“We’ve been friends for how many years now? I know you inside and out, Sammy. Tell me what’s wrong, or I’ll force it out of you.” Syd said. She wasn’t starting the car, and Sam knew it was a silent threat. They wouldn’t be getting out of here unless Sam talked.
“There’s nothing to talk about.” Sam insisted. She needed to get out of here. Stat.
“You hate Joe, don’t you?” Syd said, always getting right to the point.
“No, fuck you. Don’t assume things.” Sam replied. She was getting defensive… Oh, this was bad.
“Fuck you, Sammy. Don’t talk to me this way. Now, answer my questions like a good girl.” She purred.
Sam blushed, what had gotten into Syd today? “What do you want to know?”
“Why do you hate Joe?” Syd asked, turning to face Sam so she could stare at her deep in her eyes.
“You know why I hate Joe.” Sam replied, and turned away, unable to face Syd.
“I do, but I want you to say it.” Syd said, and grabbed Sam’s face to face her, forcing the woman to stare into her while she said the truth.
“FINE!” Sam exclaimed. She had had enough of this. She had had enough of her self-pity, her loathing, her depression. If Sam wanted to know that badly, she would just tell her. “I’m fucking in love with you, okay?”
Syd grinned widely, so similar to the Chesire Cat it was scary. “That’s exactly what I wanted you to say.”
“Why are you being like this?” Sam asked, tears already forming in her eyes. “What would me saying it out loud do? You’re still going to be with Joe.”
“I have plans of my own, which you don’t need to know about.” Syd replied, leaning back on the driver’s seat. As she did, she propped her feet on the dashboard, and Sam gasped. Syd wasn’t wearing any shoes, and her small size 4 feet were exposed, dissipating a stinky vinegar-like smell. Clearly, Syd had just gone for a run, which always made her feet smell like that. Her feet were wide, with gappy toes, arranged in a perfect curve from her tallest second toe to her perfect pinky toes. Her big toes were short, but still looked absolutely stunning. Sam gulped, what the hell was Syd planning here? Sam had revealed to her multiple times about her obsession with women’s feet. She was clearly trying to unnerve her by doing something like this.
“Why are your feet out?” Sam asked cautiously.
“You can’t stop staring at them, can you?” Syd said, wiggling them in the air.
“Syd, what are you doing?” Sam asked once more, unable to believe this was happening.
“You have a thing for my feet, I’ve known for years now. You constantly make jokes about them, and ask my questions about them, the conversation seems to shift to my feet too often to be normal. Especially when you’re super drunk. You can’t stop staring at them.” Syd revealed. Sam could only gap at her, uncertain of what to say.
She blushed finally, and said, “I’m sorry Syd. I can move out if that makes you uncomfortable.”
Syd shook her head. “It doesn’t make me uncomfortable. What does make me uncomfortable is how you keep trying to hide it from me. And hiding how you feel about me being with Joe. We’re best friends, and we always will be. You trying to hide things from me drives me absolutely crazy, Sammy.”
“I’m… I’m sorry.” Sam said, looking down at her hands.
Syd shrugged. “I mean, my feet are pretty gorgeous. You can’t help yourself for being absolutely madly in love with it.” She wiggled them in the air again. Sam was already getting horny just watching them, and smelling them as they flooded the air around them.
“I…” Sam started.
“Stop.” Syd interrupted. “I have a date coming up, and I need your help.”
Sam raised her eyebrows. Helping Syd prepare and be pretty for her date seemed like the opposite of a fun time. Before she could say anything though, Syd dropped her right feet and slammed it onto Sam’s crotch, making her gasp out loud. It was so painful, especially against an erect dick, that Sam had to grab onto the side of the car to compose herself. Syd began to rub her feet over Sam’s overalls though, in such a teasing and seductive fashion that Sam gasped out loud. She looked at Syd, unable to help herself. “What are you doing?”
“Shut up, Sam.” Syd said, and looked at her maliciously as she continued to ground her feet against Sam’s lap. Sam closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation of something she had imagined for years now.
“That feels so good.” She said, mostly to herself.
“You’re such a loser, of course you’re enjoying my heavenly feet pressed up against your disgusting crotch.” Syd said. Sam opened her eyes immediately, looking at the other woman in shock. Did she actually say something like that? Syd had never degraded her before, though she knew that Sam was into being humiliated and degraded. Sam couldn’t believe it, but she was getting even harder from being spoken to like that. What in god’s name was going on?
She decided not to reply, and Syd removed her feet from Sam’s crotch and finally began to drive, stopping by the department store they always shopped at. She held onto Sam’s arm as they walked into the store, with Syd still completely barefoot. “Um, where do you want to go first?” Sam asked quite cautiously. She could usually be herself in front of Syd, but she had no idea what was going on, and was worried that Syd would degrade her again.
“Where do you think?” Syd replied, with her toes wiggling down at them. They walked to the closest shoe store, an expensive one that they always walked by because of how ridiculous the prices were. The workers couldn’t help but stare at Syd’s toes, unable to believe a woman was coming in with foul-smelling barefoot feet in a shoe store that sold shoes from the thousands and higher.
“How can we help you?” A sweet lady asked.
Syd, who was wearing short shorts that rode up her crotch and a frilly white shirt pointed down at her feet and said, “I need shoes.” Like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“Yes, I see that.” The woman replied like she wanted to kill Syd.
Syd spent the next hours trying on what felt like hundreds of shoes - flat, tiny-lace shoes, lacey flat sandals, hightop sneakers, everything that showed she had absolutely no idea where she would be going on the date with Joe that night. When Syd was finally done, she nodded at Sam, who had been responsible for taking and putting on her shoes the entire hour. It had made her hard the entire time, and she knew Syd was absolutely messing with her. She knew what this would do to her. She shoved a few pairs she wanted to buy into Sam’s arms, and batted her eyelashes at her, like she expected her to pay.
“What?” Sam asked, unable to believe it. Syd had never made her pay for something before. They always shared when they went to restaurants.
“C’mon, why aren’t you paying?” Syd asked, crossing her arms like she was already feeling impatient.
“Because they’re your shoes?” Sam replied. Syd looked around to make sure that no one was looking, and grabbed Sam’s hair, pulling them back as she forced Sam to stare at her.
“What did you say?” She growled.
“I... “ Sam said, completely speechless again.
“You’re helping me prepare for my date, remember?” Syd said sweetly, though the vileness behind the words were evident.
“Um, yes. Yes I am.” Sam replied, and brought the shoes over to the counter to pay. She was hard as a rock.
They spent the rest of the day going around the mall, shopping at the most expensive stores possible. Sam had to sit and watch while Syd got a pedicure, and couldn’t help but watch every step of the process, completely transfixed by her best friend's toes. They even had food at the mall together, and Sam was forced to watch one of Syd’s movies, which she never wanted to join in on. Syd was obsessed with animation, tea, running, exotic cute animals, giant monster movies, folk and punk music, and hundreds of other things Sam was never interested in herself, despite Syd’s constant insistence. Today though, she couldn’t say no to Syd. She could only sit through the boring monster movie, hoping that the other woman would pay attention to her. She hadn’t.
When they were finally done, Syd drove them home, with bags full of clothes and shoes in the back, just waiting to be unpacked. She was whistling to herself, and every time Sam tried to talk to her, she glared at her, and continued to whistle, like Sam was nothing to her, just someone she used for company and for cash. Despite how terrible it made Sam feel, it was keeping her continuously horny, and she spent the entire car ride thinking about how fucked up she was to like being treated like this.
When they finally arrived home, Syd commanded Sam to sit on the couch to wait for her. She came out in one of the lingerie she bought, and twirled around, showing it off to Sam. “You have my permission to take a picture of me so you can jerk off alone to it while I go out with Joe.”
Sam couldn’t believe it. Was this what her life was now? To be degraded and be treated like trash by her best friend? She nodded and listened, taking pictures of Syd from multiple angles. When she was done, Syd went back to her bedroom and put clothes on top of her lingerie in preparation for her date. She fixed her makeup up in front of Sam, and repeatedly discussed how excited she was to see her hot boyfriend. Sam felt like she was being stabbed in the heart over and over again.
Syd approached her with her tight dress, and sat on top of Sam, wrapping her feminine body around her as she sat in her lap. She pulled on Sam’s hair again, making the woman look up to stare at her. She leaned into Sam’s ears and whispered: “I’m going to make your dreams come true. I’m going to break your heart over and over again, and twists your mind so hard that you’ll break underneath me and beg me to stop.” Sam shivered at her words and Syd’s hot breath against her, and breathed out loudly when Syd removed her body from her own.
“Well, I’m going on my date now!” Syd announced. “Bye bye!”
Sam spent the next few hours jacking herself off, groaning as she came imagining Syd’s feet during the pedicure, and imagining her wearing that sexy lingerie just for her. Syd came back grinning from ear to ear, dropping her bag off at the counter to stare at Sam, who was now playing video games. “How was your date?” Sam asked cautiously, not knowing if Syd was still being sadistic.
“It’s none of your business, is it, Sammy?” She replied. She slammed her bedroom door behind her, and changed into her pyjamas. She came out a few minutes later, and pulled the plug on Sam’s game, making the woman cry out. She was just finishing a very difficult level. “Play with me, Sam.” She purred as she put her hands on her waist.
“What do you want to play?” Sam replied.
“Did you wank off to me like a slut, fatty?” Syd asked, twirling on her short hair.
Sam blushed. She didn’t want to admit she’d been doing that. “No…” She said. Syd approached her way too fast for a woman who was 4 feet, and slammed her feet on Sam’s crotch again, anger deep in her eyes.
“You wouldn’t lie to me, would you?” Sam shook her head.
“No, Syd. I’m not lying.” She said. Would Syd be able to find out?
“Take your pants off.” Syd said. Sam glanced at her. They’d been friends for years now, but she had never seen her completely naked. Sam didn’t want to show Syd her dick and balls unless they were actually hooking up. She listened though, and pulled her short workout pants down, revealing her boxer briefs with a distinctive bulge.
Syd slammed her feet onto Sam’s crotch again, and moved to the couch beside her to get more comfortable. She began to play with Sam’s dick, rubbing and pulling on it through the thin layer of the fabric. “If you didn’t cum earlier over and over from my picture, then it would be fine to play with you now, right? You won’t be sore?”
Sam could only groan in response, and shook her head, still adamant in not revealing her secrets to Syd, who was clearly her master now. Syd wrapped Sam’s balls around with her toes, pinching on them as Sam tried to control her lust. She leaned into Sam, and bit down on her neck before she could even react. So harshly that Sam didn’t notice her pull her boxers down, revealing her hardened dick under the cold room air.
She gasped. “No, don’t look!” She said, but Syd ignored her, peering down to look at it with fascinated eyes.
“Fuck you’re small, Sam. What kind of dick is that? Joe’s dick is almost 3 times your size, it’s beastly, and effective, and I can barely wrap my feet around it. I’ve never seen one this small.” Sam groaned out. Why was this treatment so fucking hot?