The Waitress Part 2 [F/M] (Forced foot smother)

[ChimiChanga]

I included pictures in part two, to make it a little more interesting.
They are AI generated and not based on anybody real!

I woke up the morning after with the worst hangover known to man. My head was pounding, my lips were dry from the excess moisture of constant licking. My wrists and angles felt bruised.

As I got ready to leave, I found myself contemplating what I should do next. Do I confront her? Go to the police?
I jumped back and forth between what the appropriate response would have been but never truly settled on anything. Which didn't matter anyway because there was a knock on my door which interrupted my train of thought.

It was everyone from our restaurant, standing outside the door. My heart began racing at the idea of all of them knowing about what happened, how a story had been spun that I'd hooked up with Kyra as some kind of sexual deviant. The anxiety was overwhelming.

Another knock at the door. There was no escaping it, I just had to play it cool and act like nothing happened.

When I opened the door, my manager greeted me with a good morning and a frown. "Come on, Marcus, we're all waiting on you so we can get the train home"

I was temporarily relieved... maybe they didn't know after all.
Kyra didn't even look up from her phone when I left the room. obviously not wanting to draw attention to the crime which she'd committed on me.


The journey back was quiet and awkward for me. Everyone else was talking about how last night was 'such a good night' and exchanging who'd hooked up with who. One of the other girls, Natalie, asked Kyra if she ended up 'getting lucky' she smirked and looked Natalie in the eye "last night I had a boy in my room who was really into my feet and I still don't know how to process it" she and the other girls laughed out loud. "No fucking way!" Natalie yelled.

The embarrassment hit hard as I knew she was talking about me, doing so loudly as to fuck with me when I'm sitting opposite her, surrounded by our other colleagues and managers from our team. "What about you, Marcus?" Natalie asked. "uh... No... nobody" I stammered.

Kyra smirked at me with this shit eating grin, she knew I wouldn't say anything. She knew and that pissed me off even more. She was wearing black Doc Martens on the train home, resting one leg over the other, playfully moving her ankle in a circular motion.

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I decided to a couple of months of work to sort some personal stuff out, I felt a bit weird after the whole thing and I didn't really want to be near work for a little while. Kyra did drop the occasional text, I can only assume it was to confirm that I hadn't snitched on her. After telling her to fuck off I decided to just move on from the whole thing. I felt awkward and weird about it but I didn't feel traumatised or anything, it was a very strange night but I wasn't going to be putting anymore thought into it.

You'd imagine the shock I felt when I returned to the restaurant to find out that Kyra had been promoted to a MANAGER!

I entered the restaurant and immediately locked eyes with Kyra, who was talking with a customer at the time. She was wearing her own formal clothes which was what management would tend to wear.


"Marcus!" she yelled, with a smile on her face.
I felt annoyed and didn't say much back, we had a meeting today and I knew it was going to be awkward. All of the feelings came flooding back.

It went surprisingly fast and the GM mentioned how it was amazing to welcome Kyra to the management team and that she will be taking over as head of the restaurant floor... my department... which meant that Kyra was now my boss! She took the opportunity to sleuth her way into management during my time off!

Later on we had service as usual and would you have guessed it, Kyra was bossing me around like her life depended on it.
The relief once that shift was over was like no other, but it remained a running theme.

After a while I began to just get used to Kyra bossing me around at every opportunity and eventually everything began to feel normal.
That was until one day we had a table run over past closing hours, which meant that we would be finishing late at night. Kyra had the option to let one of us go early and decided to keep me on for the close.

At the end of my shift, I went looking for Kyra to tell her that I was done and would be going home now but she wasn't in the office so I checked the floor, the cellar and the outdoor areas but I couldn't find her anywhere. When I checked the kitchen, which was the last possible location, I found her sitting on top of one of the prep tables her left leg on the edge of the table and the other dangling to her side, with her black ballet flat dangling from the end of her right foot. She was wearing a red shirt and black pants today with the black flats she usually wore.

I immediately stopped in my tracks and put my hands up, palms towards Kyra.
"What is this?" I asked sheepishly
"What is what?" she asked back "I've been waiting for you to finish up so that we can go home"

Carefully, I approached her and stood at the end of the table. She kicked off her flats and swung round towards me, with her feet on the table. And with the most piercing gaze she looked me dead in the eye "You're going to worship my feet again, Marcus, this is to be a regular thing now"



I scowled at her with disgust "Absolutely fucking not, Kyra, I've just gotten over the first time" I spat, but before I could say anymore, Kyra lunged towards the end of the table, grabbed my shirt by the collar and immediately pulled my face into her bare feet. I resisted and smacked her legs with my hands to try and fight her off but she was pulling me towards her and pushing her feet into me, creating a vacuum between my face and her soles. Her feet were sweaty and slightly damp, we had a busy shift where we were all running around so her feet stank too! The musky smell invaded my nostrils as I thrashed around against her pull.

I was stuck, she had me in her death grip and I couldn't get away from her stinking size 5 feet planted firmly into my face.

I wasn't taking this! Not for a second time!
I pressed my foot against the bottom of the counter and pushed as hard as I could, which pulled Kyra off of the counter and onto the floor which she hit with a bang, releasing me in the process. She cried out in pain and I legged it for the door. No chance I was staying any longer.

What the fuck had just happened? Again?! What was her obsession with putting her feet in my face?!

Enough was enough and the next day I went in early to see if I could grab the footage of the CCTV in the kitchen to make a case against Kyra.... But the camera in the kitchen was one of three cameras in the restaurant that was broken... Leading me back to square one... My word against hers.

I did everything I could to avoid her after that, minimal contact meant minimal risks of being forced to smell her feet again.
But the more I tried to avoid her, the more I'd run into her. I began taking meditation classes before returning to work, and one weekend I show up, there she is. Eyes closed, blissfully enjoying the peace and quite whilst an unavoidable noise began to echo throughout my mind.



We were put into pairs for a stretching exercise on one particular weekend. We had to stretch in an unusual way with assistance from our partner. Against my requests after the decision way made, I was paired up with Kyra!
I thought maybe because we were in a public setting, that I would be safe but when it was our turn, the guru stepped out of the room. We continued due to time restrictions and I went first. It was fine with no issues. Kyra's stretch required me to hold up her legs for about 30 seconds, but Kyra pushed her legs down harder than she meant to. And as a result, her feet gently rested above my face.

She'd done it on purpose and she knew it. And I couldn't kick up a fuss because we were in public and I'd look like the bad guy!

The 30 seconds felt like 20 minutes but when it was finally over, she looked me in the eye and winked.

Then when I was walking home from town on my day off, I saw Kyra sitting on a bench near the town centre, smoking a cigarette.
On this occasion, I decided to confront her so I marched over to where she was sitting.
"You fucking stalking me now, Kyra?!"



She chuckled "Stalking? Jesus Marcus, get over yourself. You're really not that interesting"
I felt livid "Are you serious, Bitch?! The kitchen in work, Meditation group?! Now you're waiting for me in town?!"

She chuckled to herself again and took a drag from her cigarette. She exhaled, her face dropped and she leaned closer towards me, I told you this would be regular, Marcus" she whispered in a spiteful tone.

"Fucking psycho bitch! No it ain't" I bellowed.
Without saying a word, Kyra takes off her shoes and places them next to her on the bench.



"Yes it is" she said coldly. Smoke from the cigarette continued floating into the air.

I got out of there as fast as I could once again.
This had to end! There was no way in hell it was going to become a regular thing.

When I got home that night I'd advised a plan to catch her in the act, and free myself from this stalking torture before it went any further. It came with a risk of it happening again but if that meant it was the last then at least it would be worth it.

I'd set up secret cameras in both of the locations which had cameras down, the kitchen and the dry store pantry. They were just about hidden enough that nobody would notice them during the busy chaos of service.

The night came around and it was as busy as ever, Kyra had worn a Grey blazer, white shirt, white trousers and these shiny black loafers with no socks... No surprise there. She'd occasionally pop her heel from her foot and I even overheard her venting to one of the team that her feet were killing her.

The end of the night came around quicker than anticipated and I'd almost forgotten that I had my plan set up for tonight.
So the end of the night came around and as I'd suspected, Kyra was the only manager on the close and had sent everyone home except from me. Just like last time, I had finished up and couldn't find her. So the seach begun.

Not in the office, staff room or kitchen this time.
So I made my way to the pantry.

When I entered it felt eerily quiet, Kyra was nowhere to be seen.
"Kyra..?" I called sheepishly.
No answer.

I waited for a couple of moments but nothing happened.
After finally assuming that the coast is clear I turn my back to the inside of the pantry for 5 seconds and with in an instant, I feel my arms being restrained behind my back.

"Hi Marcus" Kyra sneered, as she tied what felt like a cable around my wrists
"Kyra! No!" I yelled as I tried to struggle away from her. She bumped her knee into the back of mind which caused we to drop to my knees. She pushed me onto my stomach and sat on my lower back, locking her legs together where her ankles crossed underneath my chin. I could smell a combination of sweat and leather as the shoes squeaked under my nose. I felt on final tug and she released my now bound hands, quickly rolling onto her front, keeping me pinned in place as she tied my ankles together with cables ties. I could hear them zip shut as she locked them into place.

And there I was bound once again under Kyra with no means of escape.
She dragged me to one of the shelves as I struggled and screamed for help. I was met with a harsh smack to the face "Nobody is left in the building, shut the fuck up you're annoying me". After the extra bindings were set, I was completely immobile on the pantry floor with my hands tied behind me to the shelf and my legs out in front of me tied together with the cable ties.

Kyra sat down on my legs just above the knee and reached into her blazer pocket, giving it a couple of shakes as she retrieved something out of it. It was an old pair of flesh coloured nylon tights. She reached into her other pocket and pulled out a roll of duct tape.

At this point I wasn't even struggling anymore, I knew that my fate was sealed but at least the camera would have captured all of this.

"Any last words?" she smirked, dangling the dirty looking nylons from the end of her finger.
I sniggered to myself and smiled.
"What's so funny?" she asked

"Nothing" I replied. Just know that you won't get away with this Kyra
"Oh yeah? Is that so? she snickered.

I smiled and nodded eagerly
Kyra smiled sarcastically and shoved the wretched nylon into my mouth, holding it in place as she leant forward and placed her lips right next to my ear.
"I hope you're not referring to your shitty little camera that you tried to plant in here." she whispered and immediately wrapped the duct tape around my head.

HOW DID SHE KNOW!! THERE WAS NO WAY!!

She sat a bit further back and removed her sweaty loafers, making sure that I gave both of them a good sniff before she put them to one side. I began kicking and screaming through the nylon gag as strongly as I could but it was in vain. Just like the night in the hotel, I was hopeless!

Kyra leant back and raised both of her feet so that they were in front of my face.
They were filthy! Like actually dirty!




She wasted no time planting her soles into my face, rubbing them up and down my face, occasionally trying to rub some of the dirt on them onto my face. I moved my head away as much as I could at every opportunity. Kyra pinned my head between both of her feet and looked me in the eye. "Keep moving your head around like that and I'll tie it to the shelf too" I grumbled my dissatisfaction through the gag once more but it was just muffled noise.

Kyra chucked and placed her left foot behind my head, with her toes pushing my head forward whilst she planted her toes firmly over my nose with her right. They smelled awful! Even worse than before... Worse than the kitchen, even worse than the hotel. Her rancid sweaty feet were fresh out of those loafers after a 12 hour shift of busy restaurant service and they were in my face!

She scooted onto the floor, maintaining the feet in my face and she ran her hand from my knee to my crotch.
"Marcus...." she grinned.
"I didn't know you felt that way"

I didn't know why but something had gotten me turned on...
Had I began developing an attraction towards Kyra?!
Surely not!?! Sure, she's attractive but the feet thing is just too weird!
My head continues racing and Kyra begins massaging my crotch... I started... Feeling things.

Before I knew it, Kyra has pulled down my trousers and has put her hand up my pants.
"Make any noise if this is too far, Marcus" She lustfully purred

So tying me up on multiple occasions and literally forcing me to smell your feet is okay but you draw the line here, Kyra? What the fuck.
I wanted to say no... at least a part of me wanted to say no... Or did it?
I found myself not saying anything as she began to pull it faster.

It all began to be a bit too much!
The feet in my face. The ties on my wrists and ankles.

Why are her feet still in my face?!

Her smooth soles continued to caress my face. The smell continued to fill my nostrils as her feet remained in my face, every time I'd struggle to the left, her feet would follow. I move to the right, the feet are still there.

For a second, a beam of light broke through to my eyes as a gap between her feet appeared. I could see her grinning ear to ear as she contently watched me struggle under her feet.

She was still touching me and I knew that I couldn't handle it for much longer.
"That's right" she cooed
"Tell me how much you love my feet Marcus"

I began thrashing around like a fish out of water! There's no way that I'd blow my load to her feet in my face! No way!
But the more I resisted, the more I realised that it was futile.

Her stinking soles wouldn't stop rubbing up and down my face!
Not to her Feet!!!!
I exploded with a shudder as I felt the most pleasurable sensation erupting from below. I felt like I was on top of the world for the moment!

But then I began to calm down... I'm still tied to the shelf.... her feet are still on me...
Oh god... what just happened?!

To be Continued...

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[Roboticrobin20]

Loved the new chapter, great work!

[Mike123123]

Can’t wait for part 3