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Experiment N.4: Foot Job (On Vedal)
Effectiveness: Very High!
Ellie's Notes: The key takeaway is that the primary source of pleasure for the one giving the stimulation is not the actual stimulation itself, not really, but rather the powerful feeling of control you get when seeing your partner get aroused for such a non-sexual part of your body, the intense feeling that just a light movement will make them whimper, as well as their reactions as literally have them under your heels. Fun! Having cum on your toes is however still very very gross.
Vedal's Notes: I plead the Fifth.
Vedal woke up to an unfamiliar ceiling. He blinked awake, letting out a small groan. The memories of the previous night became a blurry, unfocused mess shortly after he reached climax.
He raised his head, and scrolled off the covers off his body. He was laying on an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room. He rubbed his eyes and stared around. There was a desk with some scattered documents, a workstation on the opposite end with some electronic appliances, a wardrobe, and rather plainly decorated walls. It was some kind of office-cum-bedroom.
"Ellie..."
Is she the one who put me to bed? Or did I walk in here myself? Fuck, I can't remember. He rubbed his forehead and sighed, stepping off the bed.
He looked out the window. It was early morning, maybe around 7AM - an unthinkable hour for him to wake up to, far too early. His mind felt foggy and his eyes unfocused as a result.
Well, my plans are all fucked. He breathed in slowly, and exhaled. Oh well, too late for regrets.
His stomach grumbled and he winced. Unfortunately, the nearest Greggs was nearly an hour away from Ellie's temporary UK abode.
I hate to be a leech, but I'm going to have to ask if I can eat something.
As he put on his shoes and headed towards the door, his mind played back the events of the previous night.
God, it all feels like some sort of weird, wet dream. He turned the doorknob. Maybe it's better to pretend nothing happened, I don't really want to process all of that right now.
He walked out and moved to the kitchen, only to see that someone had beat him to it: Ellie was staring at her closed fridge like she was contemplating something, and at the same time was digging a spoon into a can of watery and surely unflavored beans and shoveling them into her mouth, chewing and swallowing them at breakneck speed.
The moment she noticed he was in the kitchen, she turned towards him wide-eyed and paralyzed, like a deer in the headlights.
Vedal narrowed his eyes and gave that can of beans a look of pure disgust. "Yeah...I guess that makes sense."
With a flushed face, she shakily raised the can as if to present it. "Y-You want some..?"
Vedal's eyes flicked from her, to the beans, then back at her. "No thanks."
The breakfast he got at Ellie's house wasn't lavish by any means, but it was enough for him to not feel like his stomach was going to eat itself in a desperate attempt to survive. Plus, this was his first time in a long while of actually eating breakfast in the morning. What a concept!
He was sitting across from her, having just finished eating. "Again, sorry for asking you for food. This whole thing has been a shitshow."
Ellie was sitting at the opposite end of the table, idly tuning her banjo. It was truly mystifying to him how she didn't seem affected at all by what happened the previous night. "It's all right, man! It's kind of my fault in the first place, I'm the one who should be saying sorry."
Vedal chuckled. "You drained me is what you did, you succubus, you harlot."
She glanced at him. "Ellie Minibot? More like Ellie Freakbot! Hehe."
"Okay but for real that info has to never leave the walls of this building." He leaned forward. "Is that clear?"
"Trust me, I have exactly zero intentions of ever letting anyone know. This stuff is for me to know alone! And...you, I guess!"
"Good." He leaned back on the chair. "Honestly, I half-considered making you sign an NDA. You know, for safety reasons."
She broke into a fit of giggles, nearly dropping the banjo in the process. "You're really dramatic at times, you know that?"
"Not dramatic." He raised an index finger. "Just careful. If anyone ask, just tell them I got piss-drunk and had to sleep over. Better yet, don't tell them anything at all."
She struck a chord of the banjo, testing the string. "Mhm, got it." Slowly, she raised her head to face him. "So..." Her head tilted to the side, a blindly bright smile on her lips. "Are we doing this again?"
His heart skipped a beat. That's the one question he didn't want to answer. "It's...I dunno, man, it's complicated. I have so much stuff I have to work on, and making this a scheduled thing..." He tucked his chin and let out a sigh of annoyance. "It's just, people are going to notice, and if people notice it's going to be a whole thing, and..."
"Hey." She reached out her hand and grasped his, cupping it. "It's all right, okay? You can just say no. It's not something that vital or important, it's just like...a game, really. A weird game, but still just something to do for fun!"
But I don't want to say no.
He stared at her eyes, a warmth rising through his chest. That feeling again, that went beyond just lust and carnal desire.
He gently squeezed her hand. "I didn't say it was impossible or that I didn't want to do it, okay? It's just complicated."
It was Ellie's turn to sigh. "Listen, Vedal. I love you-" His heart skipped a beat. "-r work and the things you've done, but you can be quite frustrating to actually work with! Just...please, yes or no, are we doing this again? I kind of have my own things to organize and I need to know!"
Backed into a corner, the truth couldn't remain suppressed. "Y...Yes, I want to do it again. I'll...I'll try to make it so we can do it once a month. Once a month is enough, right?"
Ah shit my face is burning up.
Ellie rubbed the back of his hand with her fingers, tracing lines along his knuckles. "What a nasty, nasty boy."
Tingles ran up his spine, it really was starting to feel too good. Well, it wouldn't be the first time she would awaken something in him. "You could be a bit more thankful, I'm spending my precious time with you."
"I am grateful!" She glanced over at the window and the gloomy British morning outside. "By the way, you should probably get back home soon, it's going to rain soon."
"Wow I'm so shocked." He flatly stated, standing up and going to grab his green jacket off the coat hanger, and Ellie followed after him. He found himself more and more hesitant to leave the closer he approached the door.
We've spent so long together, and yet it all felt so short at the same time. Damn it.
He quickly threw the jacket on and faced her, who was staring at him with her arms behind her back. "Thank you, for..." He gestured vaguely towards her room. "Whatever the fuck that was. It was interesting, if nothing else. And...I'm looking forward to next time."
"I'm so glad. Honestly, I felt so selfish making you do all of those things for my sake, I'm glad I got to repay my debt even just a little bit!"
"Hm. Yeah." Vedal scratched his chin. "Ah, maybe for next time you could, I dunno, make some sort of weird sex-contraption yourself?"
Ellie's eyes went wide, as if an epiphany struck her mind. "Oh! I didn't even really think about that! Hmm...it could be done, though I have no idea how transferable are engineering skills into making...sex toys."
"Well, I'm sure if anyone could figure it out, it's you."
Once again, Ellie hit him with the Expression, that analytic look of undecipherable emotion. It lasted only a scant pair of seconds, however, before she returned to smile. One day, he'll know what it means. "Thank you." She simply replied, rubbing her arm behind her back.
"Well, I should, y'know, go now." He turned to face the door - and behind him, Ellie bit her inner cheek, staring at him.
She stared intensely, her legs lightly trembling, as if she was attempting to move muscles her body wasn't allowing her to.
As soon as he touched the doorknob... "V-Vedal!" She shouted and took a step forward. He snapped back and looked at her with a puzzled expression.
"Yeah?"
She stopped, paralyzed in her tracks, her legs were once again trembling. "Well, uh, stay safe out in the road, okay? Looks like it's going to be quite foggy in a bit!"
He blinked, and smiled slightly. "Saying this to a British person is very funny."
"I-It is? Oh, yeah, I suppose it is." She laughed awkwardly. "Sorry, just, yeah!"
Shrugging the odd exchange off, Vedal reached for the door and opened it.
Ellie's heart started quickening. She took a single step towards him, and her legs started trembling again.
He took another step outside, then another, he was no longer in the threshold of her house.
She broke into a sprint, a sprint faster than what she could have expected out of her own body, and ran towards him.
Before he realized what hit him, Ellie placed her hands on his shoulders, leaned up, and pressed her lips against his cheek in a kiss that lasted a solid second.
"Wha-"
She panted heavily as she broke the kiss. "O-Okay that's it now bye bye!" She rushed back and slammed the door shut behind her, pressing her back against it. She breathed heavily, staring off into the distance.
A few seconds of silence, of him lingering in front of the door. Then, footsteps moving away, one after another, until she could no longer hear them.
She breathed in and out, sharply. Slowly, with a lazy gait, she moved to grab her banjo, sat on a chair, and returned to idly tuning her instrument.
She smiled.
"Me and my stupid heart..."
FIN