Date: Wed, 6 Jun 2007 20:21:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: Toby Tyler <tobyt_yler@yahoo.com>
Subject: Seventh Grade Foot Slave Chapter 3

Seventh Grade Foot Slave

By Toby Tyler
tobyt_yler@yahoo.com

This is my first story. If you like it, have any comments or suggestions,
you can email me at tobyt_yler@yahoo.com.

Chapter 3

I was sucking Brad's toes one day when he made a sudden movement and
accidentally cut my lip with his big toenail.

"Ouch!" I yelped. "That hurt!"

"What's your problem now?"

"You cut me with your toenail! I think I'm bleeding!" I reached for a
tissue and held it to my lip. Sure enough, there was a little spot of
blood on the tissue.

"Don't be such a baby. Put my foot back in your mouth where it
belongs!"

What a jerk, I thought to myself as I obediently put his toes back in my
mouth, being especially careful with my injured upper lip. No matter how
angry I was with him, I was a very obedient boy and would always do as he
said.

Then Brad yanked his foot out of my mouth again.

"Hey Toby," he declared, wiggling his toes in front of my face,
"don't you think my toenails are getting kinda long? That's probably
why you cut yourself on them."

I took his left foot in my hand and inspected his toenails. Funny after
all that licking and sucking I never really noticed how disgusting
Brad's toenails really were  -- they were thick and long and there was a
lot of gunk under them. And the little nails were starting to curl over.

I caressed the ball of his foot in my palm and kissed his big toe -- the
one that had cut me. "Yeah, Brad, they do need to be cut."

"So what do you think we should do?"

"Would you like me to trim them for you?" I asked hopefully. Giving
Brad a pedicure might be fun, I thought.

"Yes I'd like you to trim them for me. But you'd better do a good
job!" he snarled. I had leaned to really enjoy it when he got mean and
demanding. It was an important part of the game, and we both knew it.

"Where do you keep the toenail clippers?" I asked eagerly, ready to
serve him in any way I could.

"You're not using toenail clippers."

"You're nails are really thick. How am I supposed to trim them without
clippers?"

"I'm sure you can think of a way."

I should have known what he wanted me to do, but I just held his foot in
my hands while trying to figure out what he meant.

When I still couldn't figure out how to cut his nails without clippers,
Brad got impatient. "Chew them, stupid! You're gonna chew `em the same
way you're always chewing your stupid fingernails!"

I was very pleased with his suggestion. "Thanks, Brad! Thank you for
letting me trim your nails with my teeth!" I kissed the top of his foot
affectionately.

We spent the afternoon in a very pleasant way. Brad sitting on the
recliner with his feet up eating Doritos and watching reruns of The
A-Team, and me kneeling on the floor by his feet, slowly savoring his
toes as I nibbled down each nail for him. I tried to do it very slowly,
to make the pleasure last.

I started on his left little toe first, which was the easiest, and then
moved onto his right little toe, slowly working my way inward. I was
saving the big toes for last.

I was rock-hard during all of this. I was getting so into it I almost
forgot about my injured lip. I also wasn't angry with Brad anymore.
Nibbling his toenails made me feel good. It got me high.

As I got to his big toes, I got so excited I came close to shooting in my
pants. The big toes were really tough, and they really gave my teeth a
workout. When I got a big piece of nail off  I would suck and chew on it,
and then finally swallow.

After about 15 minutes on his big toes alone, I had gotten most of the
nail bitten down, but they were still really rough. "Make those nails
really smooth. I don't want you to be able to bitch about getting cut
ever again. Don't stop until I tell you they look good."

I wasn't about to stop. I spent another ten minutes delicately nibbling
on the big toenails until Brad was satisfied.

"Brad?"

"What is it, toe freak?"

"Can I get the clippers now?"

"What the hell do you need the clippers for? You seem to be doing
allright with your teeth!"

"Well, it's all the dirt that's under your toenails. See?" I lifted
up his foot and pointed at his big toe. "I need the nail file thingy to
get all the dirt out."

"I said no clippers, and no nail file thingy either. I think by now your
tongue should be skilled enough to get it all out. You've had a lot of
practice with that tongue. I want my toenails clean, so you'd better
suck out all of the dirt!"

"Thank you, Brad. I promise I'll eat every bit of it." But we weren't
done yet.

Brad lifted up the ball of the foot I was working on. "Look at all that
dead skin peeling off. Gross, isn't it?" Sometimes when Brad played
soccer or basketball his feet got such a workout that the skin on his
soles would begin to peel off.

"Yeah, it's really gross. Can I eat it?"

"You're going to eat it!"

This just kept getting better and better! In all the past weeks of our
foot play, all I really did was sniff and lick. I never chewed his nails
or nibbled off any dead skin. Now he was making me do just that. I was
loving every minute of it. So I dutifully nibbled off every loose bit of
dead skin. I did everything with my teeth, and I ate every bit. By the
time I was done his feet looked so nice I could have kissed them. And I
did. And I never forgot to thank him. I always prided myself on being
polite.

"Thank you, Brad for letting me trim your nails with my teeth and eat
all the dirt under them. And for letting me nibble off all the dead skin.
It was really tasty."

In all the years we were friends, Brad never had to use a pair of toenail
clippers again.

To be continued