Worshipping Winry's Soles
Anime Shrink Interactive
chapter 16
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Winry couldn't help but smile as she increased her foots pressure on Mustang. All those years of crying over her parents deaths left the tomboy heavily repressed, years of bitter anger were kept behind an emotional wall...and with the killer shrunken and at her mercy the wall came down and the torrent of emotions oveflowed. Winry didn't hate Mustang...she actually kind of admired him but throughout most of her life Winry always wanted payback for her parents killer, and that hadn't changed when she found out who it was. "You know..Ms.Hawkeye gave me an idea when I saw you peeled off her foot."
Mustang let out horrified grunts beneath Winry's bare sole, the freshly worked sweat already nearly drowned the alchemist and soaked his already sweat absorbed clothing further. With Winry's comment the fresh memories of being in Hawkeye's boot came back to mind, already that dark,dank, sweat filled prison seemed preferable, at least with Riza Mustang felt like he was somewhat safe. With Winry....Mustang felt sort of safe but...he wasn't certain and the crushing pain in his muscles from Winry's foot didn't help at all.
The tomboyish girl giggled slightly at the ticking sensation her slaves grunts were creating. "It's really simple. You're a bug, I'm a goddess. Worship is all we're missing in this scenario, so go on; worship my feet!"
The pressure intensified as Winry forced Mustang's mouth open in a shout of pain, the freshly made foot sweat slid into his mouth instantly. Mustang's first reaction was to vomit, but knowing Winry he'd pay for it so through the strength of willpower he stopped it. He never felt weaker, a powerful world renowned Alchemist was reduced to this....he really did feel like a bug as Roy weakly began licking Winry's soaked soles. It tasted of sweat, leather, and anything else the foot came into contact with...point being it tasted horrendous. The Flame Alchemist didn't stop, no matter how much he disliked it he knew it was best to give it his all rather then anger the young woman. And truth be told, Mustang felt on a very small level he deserved this, killing Winry's parents tore the man up and this...it was unusual but just punishment in his eyes; whether he realized this or not was unknown.
The sensation of Mustang's tongue along her overworked foot made Winry absolutely ecstatic; Mustang couldn't tell beneath her foot but Winry looked happy like she had just found a rare one of a kind automail piece. It wasn't just retribution anymore, Winry really was getting worshipped as a god and that thought made the woman happiest of all. Mustang was naught but a bug by her feet, she knew, and Mustang knew it.
"By the time Ms.Hawkeye comes back you'll be the perfect bug!" Winry snickered.
Mustang couldn't make out Winry's taunt over the sound of his worshipping. The sweat along the automail mechanic's foot was getting replaced by the Alchemist's saliva, he was powerless beneath the girl's foot. Almost teary eyed Mustang, of his own accord, kissed Winry's sole.
That one kiss was noticed as Winry almost yelped, she knew what Mustang did and...it just made her even happier. He seemed to be accepting his place! "That's right bug! Kiss and lick my foot until God says otherwise!!" Winry goaded, obviously getting a power trip from all of this.
Again Mustang didn't catch this, he just continued worshipping as he mentally disciplined himself for being weak. He licked every crevice of Winry's foot, most more than once, he kissed her rough soles everywhere, and even massaged with his sweat soaked gloves. And after that he moved on to the other foot. He would have used Alchemy long ago if he could have...but the sweat from his encounter with Hawkeye way before had soaked Mustang's special gloves, not only could he not make a spark but the transmutation circle was smeared, and unless Winry's sweat stayed still he couldn't make another one.
Time passed, perhaps an hour, maybe just ten minutes but soon Mustang was finished, Winry nodded in approval as she removed her foot from him. "Good, you're learning. After being my slave for a while you'll learn to love your place. Ms. Hawkeye I'm sure would love it too! Weeks of being under my butt,breasts, mouth and feet...weeks of being dirt to me...yeah I think this is going to be fun..." She laughed.
Mustang let out horrified grunts beneath Winry's bare sole, the freshly worked sweat already nearly drowned the alchemist and soaked his already sweat absorbed clothing further. With Winry's comment the fresh memories of being in Hawkeye's boot came back to mind, already that dark,dank, sweat filled prison seemed preferable, at least with Riza Mustang felt like he was somewhat safe. With Winry....Mustang felt sort of safe but...he wasn't certain and the crushing pain in his muscles from Winry's foot didn't help at all.
The tomboyish girl giggled slightly at the ticking sensation her slaves grunts were creating. "It's really simple. You're a bug, I'm a goddess. Worship is all we're missing in this scenario, so go on; worship my feet!"
The pressure intensified as Winry forced Mustang's mouth open in a shout of pain, the freshly made foot sweat slid into his mouth instantly. Mustang's first reaction was to vomit, but knowing Winry he'd pay for it so through the strength of willpower he stopped it. He never felt weaker, a powerful world renowned Alchemist was reduced to this....he really did feel like a bug as Roy weakly began licking Winry's soaked soles. It tasted of sweat, leather, and anything else the foot came into contact with...point being it tasted horrendous. The Flame Alchemist didn't stop, no matter how much he disliked it he knew it was best to give it his all rather then anger the young woman. And truth be told, Mustang felt on a very small level he deserved this, killing Winry's parents tore the man up and this...it was unusual but just punishment in his eyes; whether he realized this or not was unknown.
The sensation of Mustang's tongue along her overworked foot made Winry absolutely ecstatic; Mustang couldn't tell beneath her foot but Winry looked happy like she had just found a rare one of a kind automail piece. It wasn't just retribution anymore, Winry really was getting worshipped as a god and that thought made the woman happiest of all. Mustang was naught but a bug by her feet, she knew, and Mustang knew it.
"By the time Ms.Hawkeye comes back you'll be the perfect bug!" Winry snickered.
Mustang couldn't make out Winry's taunt over the sound of his worshipping. The sweat along the automail mechanic's foot was getting replaced by the Alchemist's saliva, he was powerless beneath the girl's foot. Almost teary eyed Mustang, of his own accord, kissed Winry's sole.
That one kiss was noticed as Winry almost yelped, she knew what Mustang did and...it just made her even happier. He seemed to be accepting his place! "That's right bug! Kiss and lick my foot until God says otherwise!!" Winry goaded, obviously getting a power trip from all of this.
Again Mustang didn't catch this, he just continued worshipping as he mentally disciplined himself for being weak. He licked every crevice of Winry's foot, most more than once, he kissed her rough soles everywhere, and even massaged with his sweat soaked gloves. And after that he moved on to the other foot. He would have used Alchemy long ago if he could have...but the sweat from his encounter with Hawkeye way before had soaked Mustang's special gloves, not only could he not make a spark but the transmutation circle was smeared, and unless Winry's sweat stayed still he couldn't make another one.
Time passed, perhaps an hour, maybe just ten minutes but soon Mustang was finished, Winry nodded in approval as she removed her foot from him. "Good, you're learning. After being my slave for a while you'll learn to love your place. Ms. Hawkeye I'm sure would love it too! Weeks of being under my butt,breasts, mouth and feet...weeks of being dirt to me...yeah I think this is going to be fun..." She laughed.
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