Riley Gendreau
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The 19th day of Christmas
🕑 Added 2023-12-12 02:31:00 +0000 UTCRyder woke up still in her crib. The room stank from the mess she had made in her pants. “Ugh, it's so cold now, and it’s all over my legs.” Ryder tried to lower the bars on the crib, but they were still locked.
“Dammit Morgyn. Hey wake up it’s time for the next present or a change.” Morgyn sat up eyes still half closed. “What day is it?” “Morgyn!” She opened her eyes and immediately covered her nose. “Oh god, what's that smell?”
She looked at Ryder. “It’s you? How did you manage to get your mess all over yourself in the span of one night?” Ryder turned red. “I really have no explanation.” “That’s fair, you are my baby, so I suppose it’s my fault.” “Well in that case, can you take care of this?”
Morgyn nodded. “Yeah, I’ll go open the next present, hopefully, that takes care of all this, but if it doesn’t I promise to clean you.” “Thanks.” Morgyn ran out of the room, and Ryder sat there awkwardly holding her butt up to avoid squishing her diaper more.
After about a minute, the smell, Ryder's diaper, and the crib she was in all vanished, causing her to fall to the ground. “Ah, a fresh and clean bum, I’ve never been so glad.” Ryder stands up and looks at herself.
“Well, no noticeable changes. So that must mean whatever today’s thing might affect Morgyn, I better go check on her.” Ryder walked into the living room and Morgyn had the next present on the side of her and she was messing with her feet.
“Eck, they’re so gross. Why won’t they stop sweating?” Ryder went over and sat next to her. “Everything okay? What’s today’s present?” “Oh hey, you don't smell anymore... Unfortunately, I do.” Ryder looked at her feet and grinned. “Is today’s kink what I think it is?”
Morgyn sighed. “Yup, one of your favorites, feet. It’s caused my feet to sweat a lot, which makes them smellier but gives me wet socks. I hate wet socks so much.” “So what you're saying is those socks reek of your feet?”
Morgyn looked at Ryder and pulled her socks off, then tossed them into Ryder's face. “Yup that’s right you little weirdo, knock yourself out with them. Oh, and I’m taking yours.” Morgyn pushed Ryder over and grabbed her socks right off her legs.
Ryder took the socks and took a big sniff. “You’re right, it’s definitely strange but when it comes to your feet I just can't help it. I feel like a creepy Instagram stalker or something, but I don't care.” Morgyn let out a little laugh.
“Well, you sure have been a good sport so far with the presents. So today is completely in your control. Whatever and however you wish to enjoy my feet, feel free to do so.” “Really?” “The way you say that makes me second guess it, but yes really.”
Ryder smiled and slipped Morgyn’s wet socks onto her feet. Morgyn had a bit of a grossed-out look but didn't say anything. “Well, you weren't kidding they’re wet, but there’s no time to think about that. I’ll be back.”
Ryder ran out of the room. “God, we’re both little weirdos, seeing her so excited and running in my nasty socks for some reason makes me so happy. I’m really glad Ryder was such an open and amazing person.”
Ryder comes running back in holding a ton of ropes. “Okay, this is for a bit of fun and revenge for day twelve.” Ryder tied Morgyn’s hands behind her back and they tied her legs together at her ankles and knees. “Yeah that’s fair, but what do you plan to do?”
Ryder smiled and then pulled something out from her pocket. It was a tiny feather. “Wait, is that a feather from my pillow?” “No time to think about that.” Ryder started to tickle Morgyn’s feet. “Oh. hahahah, no! I’m not ticklish? Why am I so ticklish now?”
“Ah, you got to love the power of magic.” Ryder continued to tickle Morgyn’s feet, causing her to thrash around and work up more sweat. “Hahaha.. I can’t... Haha, I’m going… Hahaha, to pee.” “Oh, how tragic it is to force someone to piss in their pants.”
Ryder continued, and Morgyn continued to fill Ryder’s socks with sweat. The more sweat she produced the more potent the smell became, and much like day sixteen, the smell was becoming visible. “Seems you have a nice smell going. I suppose I could stop tickling you.”
Ryder bent down and took another sniff. “I swear it’s never been this good.” “You got to love the power of magic.” Morgy said while smiling. “Now I really am going to piss myself, so unless you want to clean it up..”
“Right, I’ll let you go, but not before I take these.” Ryder snatched her socks back off of Morgyn’s feet. Then she untied the ropes. “Have fun with those, and I don’t want to know what you do with them when I get back.”
Morgyn left Ryder in the living room and ran to the bathroom. She lowered her panties and sat down. “Ahhhh, so good. I never knew being ticklish was so intense. I kind of wish I was normally ticklish. Having Ryder do that was quite fun, well other than nearly pissing myself.”
Morgyn finished up, wiped herself off, flushed the toilet, and washed her hands. Then she returned to the living room where she could hear Ryder moaning. “Oooh, the smell is so strong.” Morgyn peered her head into the room without entering.
Ryder had one of the socks Morgyn had socked with sweat tied around her head, specifically around her nose. She also had one of her hands inside her panties and was masturbating to them. “Well, at least I know she really likes this one, because I didn't add anything to this that makes her hornier.”
Morgyn watched Ryder for a few minutes before she started to get turned on herself. She stuck her hand in her panties and watched Ryder while trying to pleasure herself, but she wasn't able to feel a thing.
She knew why, she needed a certain someone to play with her feet, so she could get off. Morgyn entered the room and Ryder looked over at her slightly panicked. “I wasn’t... This isn’t… What am I kidding, at this point there’s no denying how weird I am.” Ryder laughed.
Morgyn went over and sat in front of her and stuck her foot into her face. “Not that I’m completing, but what’s going on here?” Morgyn turned bright red. “Watching you masturbate was turning me on, but thanks to the magic I can't get off unless you play with my feet.”
“Is that so?” Ryder gave Morgyn a devious look but started to play with her feet. Morgyn used her hand to pleasure herself, and for a few minutes, it was going well. Morgyn was about to reach her limit and cum, but Ryder had stopped playing with her feet.
“Huh? Why’d you stop.” Ryder smiled. “Oh, I’m not going to make it that easy. I think we can take a break for a few seconds so that your body has time to go back to not being aroused.” “Ah, you're really going to edge me?”
Ryder nodded. Then played with her feet again until she was right back to her limit, and then Ryder stopped again. “Ugh... I can’t... This is driving me nuts. Please let me cum!” “Hmmm, fine, on one condition.” “What condition.”
“You put these socks back on, and then put back on the ones I’m wearing.” “No way.” Ryder shrugged and then edged her again. “Fine! Fine, I’ll wear them.” “Great.” Ryder handed Morgyn the first pair and then removed the ones she was wearing while Morgyn put on the first pair.
Once Morgyn had on the second pair, Ryder started playing with her feet again, but once again stopped at the last second. “Oh come on!” “Sorry, I just thought of a second condition. I want you to promise not to take them off for the rest of the day.” Morgyn looked grossed out but nodded.
‘Fine, but please let me cum this time.” “Sure thing.” As promised Ryder played with her feet until she cummed. Ryder then looked at her feet. “Those things are drenched.” She smiled at Morgyn, who was about to have a very long day in stinky wet socks. Six holly jolly presents remain.
Comments
last_of_workers
Well... There are only 6 days left until the end of Christmas and each of them will probably be just incredibly magical!... But let's go back to the current 19th day... I'm sure this story is very good but alas... I I’m not a follower of foot fetish and because of this I can’t fully appreciate the quality of this story... But in any case, the story was a feast for the eyes and I’m looking forward to the next part
