1. The Best Friends (F/F)


    Date: 4/21/2024, Categories: Femdom, Author: ThrillMaker 

    ... began. My fingers unscrewing the cap of her nail polish, left hand wrapping around her silky soft ankle, right hand carefully applying her pink nail polish. There was silence as I worked. Kayla was studying me. She didn’t know what had come over me - why I’d suddenly taken on this submissive role after years of us being unquestioned equals. But she liked it. I could feel her ego swelling. Kayla, like me, was used to being in control. But having power over obvious beta men and women wasn’t the same as having power over another Queen Bee. She felt like royalty, and she was keen to figure out how to keep me in my newly submissive state.

“Blow dry,” she said softly, grinning as I bent at the waist, gently blowing on her freshly painted toes.

“Now… Seal it with a kiss,” she whispered.

My heart fluttered. I could only like it to the feeling you get right before you’re about to enjoy a kiss on a first date. The anticipation, the excitement…

A soft moan escaped my lips as I planted a long, soft kiss on the gorgeous foot of my best friend, soon moving my head to kiss her other foot. I wasn’t even bothered that they were somewhat smelly after a quite long ride home. But it looked some confusion appeared on my face once I sensed the smell and made Kayla laugh.

“Look up at me, Michelle.”

I lifted my head, there on my knees, looking up at the radiant goddess. She slowly raised her legs, gently resting one foot on my breast and the other on my upper face.

“Best foot ...
    ... cushions ever,” she smiled.

I looked utterly destroyed. My hidden desires had spilt over, and my BFF had taken advantage. Our friendship I knew was forever changed, and I was concerned about what this meant for me moving forward.

“Oh Michelle, stop pouting like this isn’t what you want,” she smirked. I forced a smile onto my face.

“Are you really going to make me pay the $1800?” I asked softly, looking at Kayla from beneath her foot.

She raised an eyebrow.

“Tell me, Michelle… If some girl had agreed to pay you $1800 to paint her toenails, would you make her pay up?”

Kayla, of course, knew me very well. Lying was futile. I nodded.

“Yes.”

“Well then,” she said, “Crawl over to your bag, fetch your phone, and pay the bill.”

And I did exactly that, crawling to where I’d dropped my handbag, pulling out my phone and transferring Kayla the money.

Kayla couldn’t hide her delight.

“So,” she said, “My mum should be here any minute.”

“Oh. Of course. I’ll see you later then,” I said, getting up off my knees.

“Nonsense!” Kayla smiled. “You know my mum would love to see you. Why don’t you go prepare us some tea?”

I looked at her.

“I’m not your maid, Kayla.”

She sighed, a fully contented look on her face, running her hands over her own legs. She looked up at me through her eyebrows, a devilishly seductive look on her face.

“Kayla… Please…” I begged.

She had me, and she knew it. She beckoned me with her finger, and I walked to her almost ...
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