I just might try it out. Irequest all the clothes." He said it clearly - and at once the light wentout. Not that he noticed, because he cringed. The p...in was terrible. Hefelt being twisted and squeezed. He untied the knot of the hood andpulled it off. He welcomed back the light. The pain was also easing. Helooked at himself in the mirror. What was that? He seemed shorter. Hishair was longer, His lips were fuller. Whatever stubble that he had onhis chin was gone - completely. He seemed to fill. He should have known better!Miranda worked through her day, trying to keep her head down and not draw attention to herself."I must say," Mrs Roberts spoke out suddenly, "that you have been very quiet this morning Miranda ... I hope that you're not sickening for something?" she was almost accusing, and Miranda gave a guilty little blush."No ... nothing like that Mrs Roberts, but there is something..." she trailed off as she tried to find the best way to break the news to her."Oh?" Mrs Roberts'. "I, uh... I have a foot fetish..." I said, scratching the back of my head. Amelia raised her eyebrows. "Oh, I think I've seen porn of that before..." She looked at her toes, wiggling them. "I thought it was weird, but I asked you to do this... so I may as well make it good for you, I guess." She sat down on the ground and held her feet up. "Do whatever you want with them."I took my cue. I shoved her toes in my mouth and sucked them. She gasped, and giggled a bit. Must be ticklish. I ran my. Her knees were shoulder width apart, her hands clasped behind her back and her mouth slight open as she stared straight ahead.I hated this.No, not hated. I loved Wendy, but when she went into this ultra-submissive state, it was almost more than I could handle. It was such an open, unconditional willingness to please me in any way she could that it made me feel unworthy. It didn’t happen often, but it always gave me chills when she simply waited on her knees for me.I’d even gone with Wendy to.