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Stephanie's Big Secret - NEW! - Intro
🕑 Added 2021-02-07 20:21:09 +0000 UTCThere are things in life that do not necessarily need to be understood. Trying to understand them is a fight one can lose over and over again. That can lead to depression or other mindsets that can turn someone’s happiness to a real nightmare. It is the case of 19 years old Stephanie. A normal, fun, good looking girl at first glance, Stephanie grew up having many friends. Her life was nothing out of the ordinary, at first glance. She liked to have good looks, she liked to hang out with her besties, she had good grades at school and all. Apparently, no one could suspect anything could be different with Stephanie at all. But appearances can be deceiving. What if she had an incident in her childhood?
And as a matter of fact, one did happen. But it wasn’t the kind of incident that one can prevent. The incident happened when she was young. No matter how much she tried to understand why it happened to her or why she was -that- unlucky to have it happen to her, it always ended up the same way. She would become depressed when thinking about that childhood event and would try to hide it as much as possible to her friends and family. She was traumatized at a young age, and it defined her personality for the rest of her life.
And it was a stupid incident. When she was 10 years old, playing with her friends at the playground, she tried to crawl under a wooden beam while playing hide and seek. She dug in the playground’s sand to crawl under the structure’s wood platform to hide, it was inches above the ground. She hid under the wooden platform and at some point, seeing nobody would come and find her, she tried to get out. But she got stuck. Only her head would stick out from under the wood platform. Other kids were going and running around, mostly screaming and trying to just have fun at the recess. But, Stephanie panicked. She was stuck under the beam and couldn’t move.
That’s when things happened. Her friend Christine came over and tried to pull her out but it was in vain.
“Christine!!!! I am stuck, help me!” said Stephanie, half panicked, half hopeful.
“How did you get under there?” said Christine.
“Help me!” said Stephanie.
“I can’t you’re stuck!” said Christine.
Some other girls gathered around the event, and looked down at poor Stephanie being stuck. Christine stood on the platform over Stephanie and made a victory pose, other girls laughed. There was Cindy, Kim, Jade and some other girls. Most girls gathering around just laughed and made fun of Stephanie, who wanted to get out from under there. Some tried to pull her out, but they couldn’t.
Christine then had a wicked idea in her mind. She sat on the platform, with both feet on each side of Stephanie’s head and, without warning, she kicked off her sneakers and planted both her pink socked feet on her best friend’s face. “Smell my feet!” she said laughing. Other girls just laughed too. Stephanie shook her head from side to side, but two girls sat down and placed their sneaker soles on each side of her head to prevent her to move. “Come on Steph! Smell my feet!” said the evil little girl Christine.
Sadly for Stephanie, she had no choice but to smell the foul odor of her best friend’s feet. Christine had taken advantage of the situation and was just having fun torturing the girl, even if she screamed and tried to get free.
Seeing there was a commotion near the playground’s wooden structure, one of the teachers walked closer. It was Mrs. Johnson. She walked closer. “What’s happening here?” She made her way towards the scene.
“Mrs Johnson, it’s Stephanie, she got stuck under the platform!” said one of the girls. Christine, by the time the teacher walked by, had already removed her feet from her friend’s face and was putting on her shoes. “Dig in the sand around her and pull her out!” said the teacher. The kids started to do that and at some point, they managed to free Stephanie from her predicament.
As benign this event was, Stephanie, growing up couldn’t remove it from her mind. It constantly came back. She dreamed about it. She had nightmares about being stuck. Her traumatic experience was forged into her mind and feelings and for all her childhood and teenage years, she was stuck with those thoughts running in her head. But growing up, the worse part was when she discovered that no matter how hard she tried to convince herself that it couldn’t be true, she felt attracted and abnormally aroused when thinking about that event. She developed arousal and desire around the simple idea of being dominated by other girls. Over teenage years it got even more precise. She was aroused by the idea of being dominated by her girl friends, and to an extent, their feet. Christine, Jade, Cindy, Kim, her best friends. She dreamed about them ganging up on her….and making her smell their feet.
Stephanie kept that to herself. It was her terrible secret. Her most hidden secret that she was ashamed of. She had a fetish for her friend’s feet. Especially Christine’s feet. She would think about them all the time, like an obsession. She looked at them subtly when she had the chance, especially during summer when Christine would wear sandals or run around barefoot. Shame was heavy. Very heavy.
Now 19 years old, Stephanie and her friends just were like any other girls. They looked good, gorgeous even. They all liked to look at famous boy bands posters, listen to music, hang out and all. Except for Stephanie, she was still very confused about her sexuality, about her desires, and how to eventually…fulfill them.
To be continued…
