Hi guys!
I've been a lurker in this forum for years now, mostly because I sadly never had to share anything.
But maybe, that'll change today! You may or may not have heard about AIDungeon. Without getting too technical about it, it is basically a website where you can co-write stories with an AI. When I first tried it out, it already worked pretty well for most SFW stuff and even for most "normal" NSFW things (vanilla, anal, blowjobs etc).
But once I tried to write a more fetishy story, it was like dragging a bull by its horns because it just didn't get what I wanted it to do. After a bit of frustration, I gave up after a few tries. However, yesterday I read that some time ago a new, stronger AI had been released, so I gave it another chance.
And what can I say: This time, it worked like a charm!
In about four hours, I wrote three short shoe fetish stories and had a blast doing so.
As I think they are at least a passable read, I thought to myself that I could release the first one here. If noone is interested, no big deal, but if someone likes it (or is interested in AIDungeon or the writing process for the stories), feel free to reply/ask away.
Now without further ado, the first story:
The setting:
You are John. You are a 19-year old guy living together with your 18-year-old sister Kathy and your 39-year old mother Mary. You have a foot and shoe fetish and like to sniff, lick and fuck your mother's and sister's shoes. Your mother found out some time ago and likes to "punish" you if she catches you with your sister's shoes. Your sister has no idea what you do with her shoes.
The story:
You are going into your sister Mary's room. You are extremely horny right now, so while your sister is away, you want to look through her shoe collection and find a shoe to cum into.
You enter Mary's bedroom and see a dresser on the left side of the bed. You grab it and pull it out from under the bed. There is a pair of white sneakers sitting there. They are very small, one of them fitting into your hand perfectly. "This will do for now," you think and unzip your pants. You grab your dick and slowly insert it into the sneaker.
You then lie down and start masturbating in front of the closet door. Your Mom should be home soon, but she is probably at work or somewhere else. You need to get off before you lose control of yourself again. Your bury your cock deeply into the white sneaker. Its soft and still slightly sweat-damp sole feels great rubbing against your dick's glans. You begin to pump up and down quickly. It takes only seconds before you feel the first spurt of hot jizz shoot into the sneaker.
The next few spurts follow this pattern until you finally ejaculate all over the sneaker and onto your chest. It takes you nearly a full minute to get your breathing back to normal and for your muscles to stop convulsing. The whole time you were spraying your sister's sneakers with your seed, you imagined it was one of your mom's feet doing the stroking.
"That was great," you think.
You are not sure how long you were in here, but you suddenly remember that your mom is supposed to be home soon.
"Shit! She'll be home any minute!"
You quickly put the sneakers back into place and leave your sister's room. You head downstairs and wait for your mother. You are sitting at the kitchen table when you hear the familiar "click" of the front door opening. You see your mom standing in the doorway. She is wearing a pair of black, very expensive 5-inch Louboutin high heels that you ejaculated into countless times in the past.
"Hi Mom," you say.
Your mother smiles at you, but says nothing. You know that she has a tight-knit schedule and had to plan her arrival home just right in order to catch you in the act. It worked perfectly. She knows that you just masturbated into your sister's shoes and she will now make you pay for it.
You watch as she takes her shoes off and places them side-by-side next to the kitchen table. She sits down across from you. You fantasize that she will soon be ordering you to lick her feet and then later probably have you eat her out after she puts on the pair of your sister's freshly bred sneakers.
"You know, Mom..." you start to say, but she quickly cuts you off.
"Don't say anything. I already know what you've done," she says with a devilish grin.
"You can start taking care of my feet right now. I'm sure you'll be able to remember how to."
You look down at her feet. They always look so beautiful in those black leather pump-style heels. Your mom makes a snipping motion with her fingers and you quickly comply. You bend down and begin to lick the sole of her right foot. It's still slightly damp from the sweat absorbed while she was wearing her shoes. It tastes delicious and you savor every drop of it as it drips down your throat. You look up at your mother. She is looking down at you with a look of satisfaction on her face.
"That's a good boy," she says. "Make sure you get in between all my toes. Don't miss an inch."
You take one of her toes into your mouth and suck on it gently. You then proceed to do the same with all of the others while also making sure to lick in between each one.
"Good, that's good," your mom says. "I guess I taught you well. Now take my left foot and do the same thing."
You take her left foot into your hands and begin to do what you were told. You lick and suck on her toes and also lick in between them. Your mom is obviously enjoying herself as she moans in pleasure from your work.
You look up and see that your mom has unbuttoned the top button of her pants and slid her hand inside. This is a good sign. It means that she is very horny and will be more willing to forgive you for your transgression. You continue to work on her feet until she orders you to stop.
"It's very hot outside, so I sweat a lot. Clean up my shoes with your tongue, dear."
You immediately slide your tongue inside the top of her left pump. The inside is still damp from her sweat and you can taste it as it mixes with your saliva. It's very tasty and you make sure to lick every inch and nook of the inside as you scrub away the sweat and grit.
You finish and then slide your tongue inside the top of her right pump. Again, you lick and taste every bit of her sweat as it slides down your throat. You look up at your mother and she seems to be very pleased with your work.
"Very good," she says. "Now go back to your sister's room and bring me the sneakers you dirtied."
Your heart sinks. You had forgotten about those. Now you will have to suck on them in front of your mother to prove that you are truly sorry for your transgressions.
"Yes, mother," you reply and quickly run back to your sister's room.
You take a deep breath and then grab the sneakers. You hold them close to your face and deeply inhale their scent. You love the smell and taste of dirty girl's feet, especially your sister's. They are soft and sweet and you want more than anything to lick them all over.
But now is not the time, your mother gave you an order, after all. You hurry back to your mother.
When you arrive, she takes the sneakers from your hands and looks them over. You can see a faint smile form on her face when she spots the fresh semen on one of the sneaker's insole. Then she gives them back to you.
"Here, these are your sister's. Clean them thoroughly, I don't want any of your filthy slobber on them."
You take the sneakers and hold them to your face. You deeply inhale several times. You love the sweet smell and taste of your sister's feet. You can't imagine what would happen if you were allowed to lick her toes, it would be like a dream come true! You begin to lick up you own cum that's clinging to the insole. It's very bitter and you wince a bit. But you force yourself to keep licking until it's all off. You have to lick the inside several times before it's clean. Then you set the sneakers down on the floor and look back to your mother. She gives you another order.
"Put my heels back on. I think I will need to drain your filthy cock one more time to make sure you don't defile your little sister's shoes again when noone is looking."
You happily put your mother's heels back on her feet. Then she commands you to get on your knees in front of her. You eagerly obey and she begins to use your mouth. She stands over you and makes you deepthroat her heel for several minutes. You start to choke a bit but she doesn't let up. She just continues to stare down at you and use your mouth.
Then she begins to push the sole of her shoe into your face. She pushes hard, smashing your nose against it. She holds it there for several seconds. "Don't you dare stop sucking, you little pervert."
Then she begins to rock her foot back and forth, slowly at first, then harder. She presses her heel into your nose, flattening as she smashes your face back and forth with her foot. It hurts a bit, but the pain is fleeting compared to the arousal you feel. Your cock begins to swell again, pushing against your trousers. You just look up at her, eye to eye as she continues to torture you with her foot. Your mother is smiling down at you, enjoying your pain and arousal. Then, she sees your growing erection.
"You little pervert, you got hard from that? I knew you were a freak, but I had no idea..." She slowly begins to lower her heel until it rests on the bulge of your pants. She presses down, hard, grinding the heel into your genitals.
"Aaah! Moooom!" you scream.
"You're not going anywhere until I'm finished with you." She begins to push harder and harder. You scream as loud as you can with your mothers foot smashing into his genitals. Then, suddenly, she pulls her foot back. You hear a loud "pop" as blood rushes back into your genitals. She takes a step back, admiring her son who lays on the ground in agony.
"I'm sorry, dear, I got a little carried away. Don't worry, mommy will make the pain go away if you get out of those pants," she said.
That was what you had been waiting for. You shimmy out of your jeans, still laying on the floor, the sole of your mother's high heel tantalizingly close to your cock. Then, she begins to run the tip of her shoe up and down the length of your hard member.
She presses the tip against your head, her pressure making you moan in pleasure. Then, she slowly slides her foot down to the base of your member. She does it again, this time moving faster. Again, faster still. Then, she begins to grind her heel into your member, moving it up and down at high speed. She continues until you finally moan "Moooom!"
She takes her foot away, letting you moan in displeasure.
"Not yet, honey. We're going to make this last as long as possible."
She slowly places the heel of her left shoe right between your balls and begins to push. It hurts a bit, but at the same time, she starts to grind the sole of her right shoe against your exposed glans, smearing pre-cum all over their sole and your dick.
Then, she places the left sole directly on your right ball, pressing down with her heel. She begins to rock it back and forth, back and forth. The pain is excruciating, but it is accompanied by the most pleasure you have ever experienced.
"You like that, honey?" she asks.
You can't respond, the pleasure is too much to speak. But she doesn't care, anyway.
She just keeps going faster and faster. The rubbing on your glans intensifies as well.
The pleasure keeps going up and up and up. You begin to moan louder and louder, with the sound of your voice filling the room. Then, you scream in ecstasy as you climax all over her shoes. She keeps rubbing your sensitive member with her heels, prolonging your climax as much as possible. Eventually, you can't handle it any longer.
"Mom, stooooop!" you beg.
"Alright, honey."
She lets your flaccid member rest on the cold tile floor.
You just lie on the floor, trying to comprehend what had just happened.
"That was pretty fun," she says, smiling down at you. "I'm going to go clean up. If you don't want something like this to happen again, don't let me catch you next time."
She winks at you with a sly expression on her face and walks away, and you can't help but stare at her feet.
Again, if someone likes what they've read so far, I've got two more written up and will probably continue to write more. I've got some interesting stories about the AI itself to tell as well, if anyone is interested or wants to try it for themself.
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ViTr3x2
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Nice story, can't wait to read more
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presh
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Yes let's see the other stories! It's obviously weird in a few places but nothing that cant be ignored.
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Malchuth
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Thanks for commenting! Writing with the AI has been a lot of fun, but it's nice to see someone else liked reading the story as well. With another editing pass it would have been better (which goes for all the stories I'm going to post), obviously, but I think it's much more fun to post the unedited output of my writing sessions. That way, you see much more clearly what exactly is possible with AIDungeon.
Before we get to the second story, one last quick question: As I've said, co-writing with an
AI is completely different from writing alone, because sometimes, the AI really surprises you with where it goes. I haven't used it for more than a few days, but I already have a couple of fun and interesting anecdotes I could write about. Is anyone interested in that or do just want to read the stories?
Story 02:
Once again, we follow our protagonist John on his eternal quest of horniness. Also starring, for the first time in person, his sister Kathy and her best friend Ann.
The next day, you walk back into your sister's room again. This time, you made sure your mother wouldn't suddenly come back home. Even better, you know your sister will be coming home soon and go to a party afterwards, so you are going to try to guess which shoes she'll wear so you can leave a little "gift" for her.
You walk into her room and look around, spotting her favorite pair of purple high heels. You are about to reach down to pick them up when you hear the front door open.
"I'm home!" your sister shouts from the front door.
You panic because that is earlier than expected. You quickly hide inside her wardrobe and wait with bated breath. Soon after, you hear Mary enter her room.
You hear her drop her bag and kick off her shoes. You slowly peek your head out of the wardrobe to see what she is doing. She is taking off her jacket and placing it on the back of a chair. After that, she heads into her bathroom and turns on the shower.
That is your cue for action, as you know she will shower for at least ten minutes. You quickly pick up her shoes and open the zipper of your pants. You slowly insert the growing length of your member into the shoes toe-box.
You close your eyes and groan in pleasure as you begin to pump into the shoe, rubbing your full length along the inside of it. After what seems like an eternity, you climax inside your sister's shoe, spurting all over the inside. Even after the ball-draining you received at the hands (or to be more precise, feet) of your mother yesterday, it is quite a big load, possibly because of the adrenaline pumping through your veins.
After spreading out your load all over the insides of both heels, you quickly redress yourself and sneak out of your sister's room, placing her shoes back where you found them. As you walk back into your own room, you can't help but laugh at what you just did.
/Mary's POV:
You enter your room.
"I'm home!" you announce, as you always do when you come home.
You go up to your room, drop your bag and kick off your shoes. After putting them away, you head into the bathroom and turn on the shower. You remove your clothes and place them neatly beside you.
As you shower, the water runs through your long hair and over your petite body. You've always been proud of your body. The men love it and the women are jealous of it. All in all, you like your life and everything is good.
Except for one thing. Your feet hurt like hell. You've been on your feet all day. It's time to wind down now though. A nice shower and then you're off out tonight with the girls.
After about 10 minutes you turn the shower off and step out onto the bath mat. You grab a towel and start drying yourself off. You look into the mirror above your bathroom sink and apply some moisturizer to your legs.
After that, you return to your room to get ready for the party. After picking the dress you will wear and applying your make-up, the only thing left is putting on your shoes. You sit down on your bed and prepare to slip into the purple high heels you set out for today. You notice that the insole seems to be a little sticky...
"Huh, I didn't realize I had gotten something on them. I better not track soda or anything into Ann's car."
Still, you don't have much time left before your friend would pick you up, so you don't have time to clean them. You bring the first shoe up to your foot and slide into it.
Your foot slips in easily, but something feels strange. You feel something rubbing against the bottom and sides of your foot. It feels kind of slimy. You reach down and touch the bottom of the inside of the shoe and feel a dampness. "What the hell?" you think, before looking inside.
As you look down into the shoe, you freeze. It's not slime, or moisture of any kind. It's some kind of liquid, and it's covering the bottom of your shoe! You don't know what it is, but you know it's not water. It's clear and sticky, and it smells really strong. You have no idea were it could have come from, but you sure didn't notice it when you got the shoes from your wardrobe last evening. You shrug as you place your other foot into the second shoe. The same grimy liquid coats the insole of the other shoe as well. Before you can do anything else, the doorbell rings.
You try to remember what the liquid could be, but you're drawing a blank. Annoyed that your friend is here before you can clean your shoes, you stand up, grab your purse and leave your room. As you walk, the stickiness inside your shoes starts to bother you bit.
"Maybe its some kind of glue? No, that doesn't make sense. How would that get into my shoes?" You think as you head down the stairs. Your shoe rubs against your foot, feeling damp.
"Maybe it'll be better if I slide my foot around for a bit." You think as you take the last steps of the staircase.
"Hey Ann." You greet as you open the front door.
"My, don't you look lovely this evening." Ann smiles as she looks you up and down.
"Why, thank you. You don't look so bad yourself!"
Both of you get in the car while making small talk and drive off towards the party.
While you are sitting in your seat, you want to do something about your shoes. You try to shift your foot around to get some of the liquid out, but it just seems to make it worse. The liquid has spread around to your feet now, making them stick to the insides of the shoe even more. It feels really gross, and you start to regret wearing these shoes now. You decide to stop and just deal with it later.
"So did you hear about that guy publicly broke up with his girlfriend at Ashley's party last week?" Ann asks as she turns on the car radio.
"Ugh, no."
Before we get to the second story, one last quick question: As I've said, co-writing with an
AI is completely different from writing alone, because sometimes, the AI really surprises you with where it goes. I haven't used it for more than a few days, but I already have a couple of fun and interesting anecdotes I could write about. Is anyone interested in that or do just want to read the stories?
Story 02:
Once again, we follow our protagonist John on his eternal quest of horniness. Also starring, for the first time in person, his sister Kathy and her best friend Ann.
The next day, you walk back into your sister's room again. This time, you made sure your mother wouldn't suddenly come back home. Even better, you know your sister will be coming home soon and go to a party afterwards, so you are going to try to guess which shoes she'll wear so you can leave a little "gift" for her.
You walk into her room and look around, spotting her favorite pair of purple high heels. You are about to reach down to pick them up when you hear the front door open.
"I'm home!" your sister shouts from the front door.
You panic because that is earlier than expected. You quickly hide inside her wardrobe and wait with bated breath. Soon after, you hear Mary enter her room.
You hear her drop her bag and kick off her shoes. You slowly peek your head out of the wardrobe to see what she is doing. She is taking off her jacket and placing it on the back of a chair. After that, she heads into her bathroom and turns on the shower.
That is your cue for action, as you know she will shower for at least ten minutes. You quickly pick up her shoes and open the zipper of your pants. You slowly insert the growing length of your member into the shoes toe-box.
You close your eyes and groan in pleasure as you begin to pump into the shoe, rubbing your full length along the inside of it. After what seems like an eternity, you climax inside your sister's shoe, spurting all over the inside. Even after the ball-draining you received at the hands (or to be more precise, feet) of your mother yesterday, it is quite a big load, possibly because of the adrenaline pumping through your veins.
After spreading out your load all over the insides of both heels, you quickly redress yourself and sneak out of your sister's room, placing her shoes back where you found them. As you walk back into your own room, you can't help but laugh at what you just did.
/Mary's POV:
You enter your room.
"I'm home!" you announce, as you always do when you come home.
You go up to your room, drop your bag and kick off your shoes. After putting them away, you head into the bathroom and turn on the shower. You remove your clothes and place them neatly beside you.
As you shower, the water runs through your long hair and over your petite body. You've always been proud of your body. The men love it and the women are jealous of it. All in all, you like your life and everything is good.
Except for one thing. Your feet hurt like hell. You've been on your feet all day. It's time to wind down now though. A nice shower and then you're off out tonight with the girls.
After about 10 minutes you turn the shower off and step out onto the bath mat. You grab a towel and start drying yourself off. You look into the mirror above your bathroom sink and apply some moisturizer to your legs.
After that, you return to your room to get ready for the party. After picking the dress you will wear and applying your make-up, the only thing left is putting on your shoes. You sit down on your bed and prepare to slip into the purple high heels you set out for today. You notice that the insole seems to be a little sticky...
"Huh, I didn't realize I had gotten something on them. I better not track soda or anything into Ann's car."
Still, you don't have much time left before your friend would pick you up, so you don't have time to clean them. You bring the first shoe up to your foot and slide into it.
Your foot slips in easily, but something feels strange. You feel something rubbing against the bottom and sides of your foot. It feels kind of slimy. You reach down and touch the bottom of the inside of the shoe and feel a dampness. "What the hell?" you think, before looking inside.
As you look down into the shoe, you freeze. It's not slime, or moisture of any kind. It's some kind of liquid, and it's covering the bottom of your shoe! You don't know what it is, but you know it's not water. It's clear and sticky, and it smells really strong. You have no idea were it could have come from, but you sure didn't notice it when you got the shoes from your wardrobe last evening. You shrug as you place your other foot into the second shoe. The same grimy liquid coats the insole of the other shoe as well. Before you can do anything else, the doorbell rings.
You try to remember what the liquid could be, but you're drawing a blank. Annoyed that your friend is here before you can clean your shoes, you stand up, grab your purse and leave your room. As you walk, the stickiness inside your shoes starts to bother you bit.
"Maybe its some kind of glue? No, that doesn't make sense. How would that get into my shoes?" You think as you head down the stairs. Your shoe rubs against your foot, feeling damp.
"Maybe it'll be better if I slide my foot around for a bit." You think as you take the last steps of the staircase.
"Hey Ann." You greet as you open the front door.
"My, don't you look lovely this evening." Ann smiles as she looks you up and down.
"Why, thank you. You don't look so bad yourself!"
Both of you get in the car while making small talk and drive off towards the party.
While you are sitting in your seat, you want to do something about your shoes. You try to shift your foot around to get some of the liquid out, but it just seems to make it worse. The liquid has spread around to your feet now, making them stick to the insides of the shoe even more. It feels really gross, and you start to regret wearing these shoes now. You decide to stop and just deal with it later.
"So did you hear about that guy publicly broke up with his girlfriend at Ashley's party last week?" Ann asks as she turns on the car radio.
"Ugh, no."
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her horny mules
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Re: Fetish stories made with AIDungeon
Super hot storys, thanks, love to read more.
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pumpscummer
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Hey Malchuth,
I was experimenting with this app for few days but it doesn’t work as smooth as your story..
most of the times this ai answers with exactly my input but using different tenses ..
i was experimenting with many many different ways of giving my input like .. more key words or more story lines .. but same result - over and over it answers completely randomly (stupid) non related, or it just wrote exactly what I wrote but in different tense
I find this idea extremely good! And I would love to use something like this...
It is still fun to read but my ai app just doesn’t work like you presented it ...
or I am just using it somehow wrong ? If you could comment this somehow I would be very gratefull
For example I have just set up new session (using custom) and I wrote as many heels related things as possible .. and the first answer from ai was :” you entered room with about 20 man inside .. some of them wearing suits some are bold” / wtf ? - I understand that it has to “learn” etc ... but when I am giving so much heels related intput why this thing invites me to sausage party xd?
Another question do I have to register ? And if I would register Than.. does my ai script would remember what he have learned ? For the next sessions .? Are you using premium.?
I was experimenting with this app for few days but it doesn’t work as smooth as your story..
most of the times this ai answers with exactly my input but using different tenses ..
i was experimenting with many many different ways of giving my input like .. more key words or more story lines .. but same result - over and over it answers completely randomly (stupid) non related, or it just wrote exactly what I wrote but in different tense
I find this idea extremely good! And I would love to use something like this...
It is still fun to read but my ai app just doesn’t work like you presented it ...
or I am just using it somehow wrong ? If you could comment this somehow I would be very gratefull
For example I have just set up new session (using custom) and I wrote as many heels related things as possible .. and the first answer from ai was :” you entered room with about 20 man inside .. some of them wearing suits some are bold” / wtf ? - I understand that it has to “learn” etc ... but when I am giving so much heels related intput why this thing invites me to sausage party xd?
Another question do I have to register ? And if I would register Than.. does my ai script would remember what he have learned ? For the next sessions .? Are you using premium.?
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Malchuth
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Wow, it's nice to see more comments, keep them coming!
As for your questions, pumpscummer:
First of all, yes, I'm using the premium AI (Dragon). And yes, you need to register with your email. You can pay for the premium subscription with credit card or paypal.
When I first tried to write a story in some time around January, only the normal AI existed (to my knowledge, at least), and I had exactly the same problems you did. It sucks that you need to pay to use the better AI, but they also need to pay their expenses somehow, I guess.
However, there are a few tricks I learned from guides around the internet that worked really well for me, so maybe they'll work for you, too.
First and most important. you need to set up some character information. To do that, you start your game, open the right sidebar, click "Edit Adventure", scroll down and click "World Info".
There you can write down all information that's important to the characters you're using and define their relationships. Here are two information blocks I'm using for my story, as an example:
Keys: You, John, Boy
Your name is John. You are a 19-year-old boy living in a house with your mother Mary and your sister Kathy. You have short, brown hair. You are taller than your sister Kathy. You are shorter than your mother Mary. You have a shoe-fetish and like to cum inside the shoes of your mother Mary and your sister Kathy. You think your mother Mary and your sister Kathy are very sexy. You have a secret, masochistic relationship with your mother Mary.
Keys: Mary, Mother, Woman
Mary is a 39-year-old woman and the mother of John and Kathy. She has long, brown hair, green eyes and sexy feet. She is a very tall woman. Mary is taller than John and Kathy. She likes to wear high heels. Mary knows that her son John cums into them regularly. She thinks that is hot and likes to wear her high heels with cum in them. Mary is also very sadistic and likes to torment John with her shoes.
The keys are important for the AI as references to their descriptions, so I like to use the character's name, their relation to the protagonist and their gender here. For your protagonist, you obviously use "you" as your relationship for yourself.
For the descriptions, it's best to use short, descriptive sentences. Don't hesitate to duplicate information, especially concerning the character's relationships to really hammer into the AI that yes, Mary is John's mother, not his sister or anything else. Also make sure to use the character name in their description a lot to really make sure the info sticks to that character.
Setting all of that up is a bit tedious, but you only need to do it once and it definitely improves the experience a lot. I really don't know why they hide this tool behind two other menus. Maybe using it will improve your experience even with the standard AI.
Alright, this post is already pretty long and I need to scram, so I'll cut it off here. I'll post more advice and the next story once I have more time.
As for your questions, pumpscummer:
First of all, yes, I'm using the premium AI (Dragon). And yes, you need to register with your email. You can pay for the premium subscription with credit card or paypal.
When I first tried to write a story in some time around January, only the normal AI existed (to my knowledge, at least), and I had exactly the same problems you did. It sucks that you need to pay to use the better AI, but they also need to pay their expenses somehow, I guess.
However, there are a few tricks I learned from guides around the internet that worked really well for me, so maybe they'll work for you, too.
First and most important. you need to set up some character information. To do that, you start your game, open the right sidebar, click "Edit Adventure", scroll down and click "World Info".
There you can write down all information that's important to the characters you're using and define their relationships. Here are two information blocks I'm using for my story, as an example:
Keys: You, John, Boy
Your name is John. You are a 19-year-old boy living in a house with your mother Mary and your sister Kathy. You have short, brown hair. You are taller than your sister Kathy. You are shorter than your mother Mary. You have a shoe-fetish and like to cum inside the shoes of your mother Mary and your sister Kathy. You think your mother Mary and your sister Kathy are very sexy. You have a secret, masochistic relationship with your mother Mary.
Keys: Mary, Mother, Woman
Mary is a 39-year-old woman and the mother of John and Kathy. She has long, brown hair, green eyes and sexy feet. She is a very tall woman. Mary is taller than John and Kathy. She likes to wear high heels. Mary knows that her son John cums into them regularly. She thinks that is hot and likes to wear her high heels with cum in them. Mary is also very sadistic and likes to torment John with her shoes.
The keys are important for the AI as references to their descriptions, so I like to use the character's name, their relation to the protagonist and their gender here. For your protagonist, you obviously use "you" as your relationship for yourself.
For the descriptions, it's best to use short, descriptive sentences. Don't hesitate to duplicate information, especially concerning the character's relationships to really hammer into the AI that yes, Mary is John's mother, not his sister or anything else. Also make sure to use the character name in their description a lot to really make sure the info sticks to that character.
Setting all of that up is a bit tedious, but you only need to do it once and it definitely improves the experience a lot. I really don't know why they hide this tool behind two other menus. Maybe using it will improve your experience even with the standard AI.
Alright, this post is already pretty long and I need to scram, so I'll cut it off here. I'll post more advice and the next story once I have more time.
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pumpscummer
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Re: Fetish stories made with AIDungeon
Hmm I registered account and tried again few times even using the same input from your example but it just drift away to much every time .. it also says that new user has got 7 days of premium algorithm to try but it doesn’t act this way .. some settings are blocked etc...i tried writing in different tenses and from like 3rd person and also “do this/that... commands” but it just cannot focus on the main topic ... this custom mode would require some kind of hard coded (at the beginning) keywords and topic line so the script would focus on it ... I would love to support this with premium membership but I Am not sure if it would be so much better???
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Malchuth
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Re: Fetish stories made with AIDungeon
Alright, for those of you who just want to read the more of my story, here it is!
This time starring once again our hero John and his mother, Mary. It's basically a direct continuation of Story 02. If you're also interested in some more behind-the-scenes stuff, read the post right below this one. Enjoy!
Story 03:
John's POV:
Later that evening, your mother comes home.
"Hello John, how was your day?" your mother asks you as she slips out of the ankle boots she wore at work that day.
"Fine." You say in a monotone voice, trying not to think about how you came into the shoes your sister is wearing at a party right now.
"I need to talk to you about something." You add, trying to sound as serious as possible.
"What is it?" Your mother sits on the sofa next to you. You stare at her, and take a deep breath.
"I masturbated with my sister's shoes again." Your mother's face remains unchanged.
"Let me guess, the purple heels?" She asks in a anticipatory tone. You nod silently.
"You like those ones a lot, don't your? Maybe because Kathy wears them so often."
You remain silent.
"Doesn't she wear them right now, even?"
You nod again.
"And you would like nothing more than to go into her room and smell her shoes while you touch yourself while thinking about that, don't you?"
You nod yet again. Your mother stares at you with a mix of anticipation and arousal in her eyes.
"I thought so. Let's go."
You are too shocked to say anything, and allow your mother to pull you along. The anticipation of what is to come is killing you, but not in a bad way. Your mother opens the door and pulls you inside, closing the door behind you.
"On your knees," your mother says in a commanding tone.
You obey, and your mother grabs your chin to make you look up at her.
"Listen here. We are not to tell your sister about this, do you understand?"
You nod silently.
"What do you say?" she asks with a raised voice.
"Yes, mother," you say with less confidence.
"Good," she replies with a wicked grin.
"Your sister has stinky feet, right?"
You nod.
"I see. If that's the case, smelling her shoes would be a good punishment for you, don't you think?"
She walks towards your sister's wardrobe and pulls out a pair of brown Ugg boots your sister likes to wear a lot, even in the summer. You lean forward and inhale the scent of your sister's used shoes. They do smell like her feet, but in a good way.
"Now lick them."
You feel your stomach churn at bit at licking Kathy's smelliest, most sweat-infused pair of boots, but you obey. You lick the boots as your mother watches. They taste very salty, but all in all, it's not an unpleasant experience.
"Good. I hope you are learning to respect and care for your sisters property," your mother says with a grin. She looks around for a moment, before turning back to you.
"I think, however, that you need to learn more. Go into my room and bring me my red high heels."
You gulp nervously as you know those are her favorite pair. You stand and walk to her door, walking inside. Your mother's room is very tidy and clean, as always. You look around and find her shoes, sitting next to her dresser. You pick them up and examine them. The leather is smooth and soft, and the red color is vibrant. You hold them by the heels and walk back to your mother, who is still in your sister's room.
"Very good," she says, smiling.
"Now, these are my favorite shoes, and I want them to look nice. I want you to polish them until they're shiny."
She sits down on the bed and holds the shoes in front of her.
"Come here and wipe them off."
You approach your mother and wipe the dust from her shoes.
"You missed a spot," she says, pointing to a small dark smudge. You wipe it off and your mother nods.
"Good job, but I think you can do even better."
You feel lust as you take a deep breath, knowing what she wants. You lean down and lick the shoe, starting with the heel and slowly moving up to the toe. The taste is simply divine, a mix of leather and her foot sweat.
"The other one."
You quickly take the other shoe into your hands and start to wipe off the dust. Your mother looks down at her shoes and scrunches up her nose.
"Ew. There's still some here," she says, moving her big toe in a circular motion.
"Why don't you use your tongue again to get it off?"
You blush, and eagerly start to lick the dust off her other shoe.
"That's a good boy. The rest of the shoe is clean now. You can stop." she says, clearly enjoying herself. You wipe your face off with your hands and look at her, waiting for your next command.
"Alright then," she smiles, "Suck on my big toe."
You look up at her nervously, and she stares back, a blank, yet domineering look on her face. You feel a rush of anxiety, but also an erection stirring in your pants. You decide not to wait any longer.
You drop down and grab her big toe, pushing your head forward and sliding it into your mouth. You move it in and out and all around, licking and sucking as if it the tastiest treat you ever had.
"Mmmm yes. You're doing good, honey," your mother says, clearly aroused. You blush as you continue to suck on her toe.
"You've been practicing. I'm impressed. Now, the rest of them."
You move your mouth to her other foot and eagerly begin to suck on her toes. The taste is heavenly, and the smell is intoxicating.
"That's enough," she says sternly, pulling her foot away from you. "
I'm getting the impression this is not much of a punishment for you. I think I'll need to go about this differently."
Once again, she goes to your sister's wardrobe. This time, she comes back with a pair of brown, thigh-high leather boots with thin, 4-inch heels and puts them on.
"You like dominating your sister's property, don't you. Well, I think it is high time you feel it dominating you instead. Maybe that will teach you respect."
She puts the sole of her boots right onto your growing bulge. She pushes down hard, and you let out a groan.
"I think you like this," she says with a smirk. "I think you want to be dominated. You want to please me, don't you?"
You nod eagerly, and she continues to press down on your erect member.
"Then beg. I want to hear you beg, or this goes on for longer."
"Please Mother. Please teach me not to use my sister's property without permission. I promise I'll be a good boy if you do."
She smiles and lets her foot off of your bulge.
"Better. Now, tell me. Why do you like my and your sister's shoes? Why do you like creaming them and smelling them and putting them in your mouth? Be honest."
"I love the way they look and feel, and the smell is nice. But what I really like is the taste. The taste is indescribably wonderful. It's like a drug. And cumming into my sister's and mother's shoes is a release for me. I don't know why, but it just makes me feel good inside. Like I've achieved nirvana."
She thinks for a minute.
"So... What you're saying is... It's not really us you like, but our shoes. Hmmm..."
"No, I like your shoes because it's you who's wearing them. Thinking about how my cum clings to your feet every day when you are wearing your shoes drives me wild," you hastily reply.
She chuckles a bit.
"Wow, that was a quick change in tone. Alright, I believe you, but I think you still need to learn your lesson. Take off your jeans and lie down on the floor."
You obey, and she puts her boots right in front of your face. She crosses her legs, resting one foot on each side of your head.
"We're going to start with a bit of cleaning with these ones, too. Lick."
You eagerly lick the boots as she instructed, and as you do, she runs her fingers through your hair. She moans softly in pleasure.
"Mmmm... That's a good boy. The smell... The taste... Take it all in."
She begins to sway back and forth, gently pushing her feet further into your face.
"The smell going in... And the smell coming out..."
You moan in ecstasy as you perform cunnilingus on your sister's boots. The taste is exquisite, and the smell is overpowering. You are in heaven. You look up, as far as you can, and see your mother's eyes rolling into the back of her head in ecstasy. She slowly slides the boots off of your face.
"Ok, now that they're clean, it's time they teach you your lesson."
"Take off your clothes. I want you to lie down and take it like a man. No moving, understood?"
You only nod and do as you are told, lying down right beside your sister's bed, you mother sitting over you. Most of your field of vision is filled by your sister's thigh-high boots. From this perspective, they look bigger than ever before.
At first, your mother gently caresses you body with their heels. Then, she starts to slowly grind them into your stomach. She begins to grind harder as she watches the excitement build in your eyes. You grunt and groan in pain, but do your best to endure.
"Good boy. Now let's switch. And be a little more enthusiastic about this."
She takes the other boot and begins to do the same. This time, you do your best to enjoy it, as instructed.
"That's a good boy. Oh yes... Yes... This is perfect..." your mother moans as she pleasures herself on your body. She grinds her hips back and forth, pushing the boots into your stomach harder and harder with each thrust. Finally, the heel of one boot cuts into your flesh slightly, and you let out a yelp.
"Oh dear, are these heels too sharp? Are your little sister's boots too much for you after all?" she asks in a teasing tone.
"Perhaps mama needs to stop then. Although, this is supposed to be a punishment..."
"N-no! It's OK!" you yelp in response.
"Allright, just don't whine about it if it hurts later on, understood?"
"Yes, Mama," you respond. She begins to laugh as she continues to grind the heels of the brown boots into the flesh of your stomach.
"You're such a good boy. Mama's proud of you."
She continues to thrust and grind for a few more minutes. After she made sure her work would leave a few marks on you for a while, she stops and moves her feet further down, letting the heel of the boot rest between your penis and your balls.
"This is my good boy. My baby boy."
She begins to gently caress you with the boot. You let out a pleasured sigh as she lets the tip of one boot rest right on your most private area. She looks you in the eye and begins to press harder.
"Tell me you're a good boy. Say it!" she demands.
"I'm a good boy!" you squeak.
"Louder!"
"I'm a good boy!" you say again, this time louder, but the pressure on your glans still intesifies.
"Again!" she continues.
"I'm a good boy!" you repeat once again.
"Once more, and say it like you mean it!" she demands once again.
"I'm a good boy!" you begin to yell. Your mother is still crushing your penis under her heel, but the pressure doesn't get worse anymore.
"That's right. And why are you a good boy?"
"Because I won't masturbate with my sister's shoes again. I'll respect her property," you say, even though you both know you don't really mean it.
"We'll see about that. Let's see if we can make the lesson stick."
She puts your dick between the heels of her boots and begins to squeeze it.
"Say it!" She demands.
"I'm a good boy!" You repeat as she abuses your cock again, this time by cutting of its blood flow at the base.
"Again!"
"I'm a good boy!" You say once again, feeling a rush of pain and pleasure.
"Once more for good measure."
"I'm a good boy!"
You feel the pressure at the base of your penis lighten, turning into a pleasant sensation as the heels of your sister's boots stroke up and down your cock.
"Is Mama's good boy thirsty?"
You nod in response as she slowly removes one boot from your genitals. You look down and see the heel dripping with your pre-cum.
"Drink up, baby. Mama won't mind."
You grab the boot and bring them to your lips. You open your mouth and begin to greedily lap up your pre-ejaculate from your sister's boot. You look up at her as you see her smirk down at you as she gently crushes your genitals again and again and again.
"Drink faster, baby."
You quickly finish lapping up your pre-ejaculate as she begins to grind the heel into your tip once again. You begin to moan as she puts more and more pressure, causing you to arch your back in an attempt to avoid pain.
"Don't you dare come yet. Mama's not done with you."
You whimper as she puts even more pressure, causing you to grit your teeth.
"No noise. Mama doesn't like noise."
You take a deep breath and try your hardest to stifle your moans and whimpers of pain. You look up at your mother, who is smiling down at you. She begins to slowly grind the tip of her boot into your glans once again, all the while pressing down on your genitals.
"I'll ask you one question, and I want you to answer honestly. Do you like what Mama's doing?"
"Yes," you say with a hoarse voice.
"What do you like, baby?"
"I like... what Mama's doing."
"What is Mama doing?"
"Mama is... punishing... my naugthy cock," you moan, as your mother continues to crush your balls and grind into your glans.
"Do you think you've been a bad boy?"
"Yes."
"But you will be a good boy in the future, won't you?"
"Yes."
"Tell me you will be a good boy in the future."
"I will... be a good boy in the future."
Your mother stops pressing down on your genitals and slowly moves her foot away from your tip. She smiles down at you as you take a deep breath and try to recover.
"And you will respect your sister's property."
"I will respect my sister's property," you repeat.
"Good boy," she says.
"Good boys deserve a reward, don't you think?"
She moves the boots back to your cock, but this time, she carefully places it between them and begins to sensually move them up and down. You take a deep breath and relax as your mother gently strokes your rock hard erection with her boots.
"Does that feel good, baby?"
"Yes," you say in a strained voice.
"Tell me what you want."
"I want to suck on one heel while you grind me."
Your mother quickly takes one boot off your member and sits back. She brings her boot to your face and presses it against your lips.
"Lick," she demands.
You meekly comply, sliding your tongue along the sole of your sister's boot. She slowly rubs it along your tongue, smiling as you do so. She then presses her heel against your lips, forcing you to open your mouth to accommodate the 4-inch heel. She slowly slides the heel into your mouth until your reach your limit, forcing you to deepthroat her boot. She holds it there as she looks down at you.
"Be a good boy and suck, won't you?"
You hum lightly as you eagerly suck on her boot. You reach up to cup and caress her leg, feeling the soft leather of her boot. She smiles and begins to move her foot back and forth, sliding it in and out of your mouth. With her other foot, she continues to gently rub your rock-hard member.
"Does that feel good?"
You moan in agreement, causing her to giggle softly. She begins to slide the boot's heel deeper into your throat, increasing the speed at which she fucks your face.
You begin to choke and cough, but she doesn't seem to care. And to be honest with yourself, you don't either. The whole situation is to fucking hot to care about little things like that. You feel yourself close to exploding.
"Mom, I'm going to..." you try to mumble through your face fucking, but the heel sloshing in and out of your mouth ensures nothing but gargles come out.
She smiles as she quickens the pace even further. Your eyes begin to water as you feel your nuts begin to tighten. With a loud moan, you unleash a torrent of spunk onto your sister's boot as she smiles and continues sliding the heel in and out of your mouth. You collapse back against the floor, breathing heavily and totally spent. Your mother finally removes her boot from your mouth.
"There, there. Good boy."
You lie on the floor, panting as your mother smiles at you. She begins to bend down and kisses you on the lips.
"Be good and don't splatter your seed all over your sister's shoes like you did right now, okay? Or else mommy has to punish you again."
"Yes... Yes, mom..." you pant.
You catch your breath and finally stand up, putting your clothes back on. You look down at your sister's boots on your mother's feet. The leather is soaked with your spunk, dripping onto the floor.
"I think it's time for us to go now, honey," your mom says, bending over and sliding the boots off her feet.
You watch as she puts the soiled boots back into your sister's wardrobe as the are and walks toward the door.
"Don't worry, your sister won't notice the mess. Probably," she says with a sly smirk and exits the room.
This time starring once again our hero John and his mother, Mary. It's basically a direct continuation of Story 02. If you're also interested in some more behind-the-scenes stuff, read the post right below this one. Enjoy!
Story 03:
John's POV:
Later that evening, your mother comes home.
"Hello John, how was your day?" your mother asks you as she slips out of the ankle boots she wore at work that day.
"Fine." You say in a monotone voice, trying not to think about how you came into the shoes your sister is wearing at a party right now.
"I need to talk to you about something." You add, trying to sound as serious as possible.
"What is it?" Your mother sits on the sofa next to you. You stare at her, and take a deep breath.
"I masturbated with my sister's shoes again." Your mother's face remains unchanged.
"Let me guess, the purple heels?" She asks in a anticipatory tone. You nod silently.
"You like those ones a lot, don't your? Maybe because Kathy wears them so often."
You remain silent.
"Doesn't she wear them right now, even?"
You nod again.
"And you would like nothing more than to go into her room and smell her shoes while you touch yourself while thinking about that, don't you?"
You nod yet again. Your mother stares at you with a mix of anticipation and arousal in her eyes.
"I thought so. Let's go."
You are too shocked to say anything, and allow your mother to pull you along. The anticipation of what is to come is killing you, but not in a bad way. Your mother opens the door and pulls you inside, closing the door behind you.
"On your knees," your mother says in a commanding tone.
You obey, and your mother grabs your chin to make you look up at her.
"Listen here. We are not to tell your sister about this, do you understand?"
You nod silently.
"What do you say?" she asks with a raised voice.
"Yes, mother," you say with less confidence.
"Good," she replies with a wicked grin.
"Your sister has stinky feet, right?"
You nod.
"I see. If that's the case, smelling her shoes would be a good punishment for you, don't you think?"
She walks towards your sister's wardrobe and pulls out a pair of brown Ugg boots your sister likes to wear a lot, even in the summer. You lean forward and inhale the scent of your sister's used shoes. They do smell like her feet, but in a good way.
"Now lick them."
You feel your stomach churn at bit at licking Kathy's smelliest, most sweat-infused pair of boots, but you obey. You lick the boots as your mother watches. They taste very salty, but all in all, it's not an unpleasant experience.
"Good. I hope you are learning to respect and care for your sisters property," your mother says with a grin. She looks around for a moment, before turning back to you.
"I think, however, that you need to learn more. Go into my room and bring me my red high heels."
You gulp nervously as you know those are her favorite pair. You stand and walk to her door, walking inside. Your mother's room is very tidy and clean, as always. You look around and find her shoes, sitting next to her dresser. You pick them up and examine them. The leather is smooth and soft, and the red color is vibrant. You hold them by the heels and walk back to your mother, who is still in your sister's room.
"Very good," she says, smiling.
"Now, these are my favorite shoes, and I want them to look nice. I want you to polish them until they're shiny."
She sits down on the bed and holds the shoes in front of her.
"Come here and wipe them off."
You approach your mother and wipe the dust from her shoes.
"You missed a spot," she says, pointing to a small dark smudge. You wipe it off and your mother nods.
"Good job, but I think you can do even better."
You feel lust as you take a deep breath, knowing what she wants. You lean down and lick the shoe, starting with the heel and slowly moving up to the toe. The taste is simply divine, a mix of leather and her foot sweat.
"The other one."
You quickly take the other shoe into your hands and start to wipe off the dust. Your mother looks down at her shoes and scrunches up her nose.
"Ew. There's still some here," she says, moving her big toe in a circular motion.
"Why don't you use your tongue again to get it off?"
You blush, and eagerly start to lick the dust off her other shoe.
"That's a good boy. The rest of the shoe is clean now. You can stop." she says, clearly enjoying herself. You wipe your face off with your hands and look at her, waiting for your next command.
"Alright then," she smiles, "Suck on my big toe."
You look up at her nervously, and she stares back, a blank, yet domineering look on her face. You feel a rush of anxiety, but also an erection stirring in your pants. You decide not to wait any longer.
You drop down and grab her big toe, pushing your head forward and sliding it into your mouth. You move it in and out and all around, licking and sucking as if it the tastiest treat you ever had.
"Mmmm yes. You're doing good, honey," your mother says, clearly aroused. You blush as you continue to suck on her toe.
"You've been practicing. I'm impressed. Now, the rest of them."
You move your mouth to her other foot and eagerly begin to suck on her toes. The taste is heavenly, and the smell is intoxicating.
"That's enough," she says sternly, pulling her foot away from you. "
I'm getting the impression this is not much of a punishment for you. I think I'll need to go about this differently."
Once again, she goes to your sister's wardrobe. This time, she comes back with a pair of brown, thigh-high leather boots with thin, 4-inch heels and puts them on.
"You like dominating your sister's property, don't you. Well, I think it is high time you feel it dominating you instead. Maybe that will teach you respect."
She puts the sole of her boots right onto your growing bulge. She pushes down hard, and you let out a groan.
"I think you like this," she says with a smirk. "I think you want to be dominated. You want to please me, don't you?"
You nod eagerly, and she continues to press down on your erect member.
"Then beg. I want to hear you beg, or this goes on for longer."
"Please Mother. Please teach me not to use my sister's property without permission. I promise I'll be a good boy if you do."
She smiles and lets her foot off of your bulge.
"Better. Now, tell me. Why do you like my and your sister's shoes? Why do you like creaming them and smelling them and putting them in your mouth? Be honest."
"I love the way they look and feel, and the smell is nice. But what I really like is the taste. The taste is indescribably wonderful. It's like a drug. And cumming into my sister's and mother's shoes is a release for me. I don't know why, but it just makes me feel good inside. Like I've achieved nirvana."
She thinks for a minute.
"So... What you're saying is... It's not really us you like, but our shoes. Hmmm..."
"No, I like your shoes because it's you who's wearing them. Thinking about how my cum clings to your feet every day when you are wearing your shoes drives me wild," you hastily reply.
She chuckles a bit.
"Wow, that was a quick change in tone. Alright, I believe you, but I think you still need to learn your lesson. Take off your jeans and lie down on the floor."
You obey, and she puts her boots right in front of your face. She crosses her legs, resting one foot on each side of your head.
"We're going to start with a bit of cleaning with these ones, too. Lick."
You eagerly lick the boots as she instructed, and as you do, she runs her fingers through your hair. She moans softly in pleasure.
"Mmmm... That's a good boy. The smell... The taste... Take it all in."
She begins to sway back and forth, gently pushing her feet further into your face.
"The smell going in... And the smell coming out..."
You moan in ecstasy as you perform cunnilingus on your sister's boots. The taste is exquisite, and the smell is overpowering. You are in heaven. You look up, as far as you can, and see your mother's eyes rolling into the back of her head in ecstasy. She slowly slides the boots off of your face.
"Ok, now that they're clean, it's time they teach you your lesson."
"Take off your clothes. I want you to lie down and take it like a man. No moving, understood?"
You only nod and do as you are told, lying down right beside your sister's bed, you mother sitting over you. Most of your field of vision is filled by your sister's thigh-high boots. From this perspective, they look bigger than ever before.
At first, your mother gently caresses you body with their heels. Then, she starts to slowly grind them into your stomach. She begins to grind harder as she watches the excitement build in your eyes. You grunt and groan in pain, but do your best to endure.
"Good boy. Now let's switch. And be a little more enthusiastic about this."
She takes the other boot and begins to do the same. This time, you do your best to enjoy it, as instructed.
"That's a good boy. Oh yes... Yes... This is perfect..." your mother moans as she pleasures herself on your body. She grinds her hips back and forth, pushing the boots into your stomach harder and harder with each thrust. Finally, the heel of one boot cuts into your flesh slightly, and you let out a yelp.
"Oh dear, are these heels too sharp? Are your little sister's boots too much for you after all?" she asks in a teasing tone.
"Perhaps mama needs to stop then. Although, this is supposed to be a punishment..."
"N-no! It's OK!" you yelp in response.
"Allright, just don't whine about it if it hurts later on, understood?"
"Yes, Mama," you respond. She begins to laugh as she continues to grind the heels of the brown boots into the flesh of your stomach.
"You're such a good boy. Mama's proud of you."
She continues to thrust and grind for a few more minutes. After she made sure her work would leave a few marks on you for a while, she stops and moves her feet further down, letting the heel of the boot rest between your penis and your balls.
"This is my good boy. My baby boy."
She begins to gently caress you with the boot. You let out a pleasured sigh as she lets the tip of one boot rest right on your most private area. She looks you in the eye and begins to press harder.
"Tell me you're a good boy. Say it!" she demands.
"I'm a good boy!" you squeak.
"Louder!"
"I'm a good boy!" you say again, this time louder, but the pressure on your glans still intesifies.
"Again!" she continues.
"I'm a good boy!" you repeat once again.
"Once more, and say it like you mean it!" she demands once again.
"I'm a good boy!" you begin to yell. Your mother is still crushing your penis under her heel, but the pressure doesn't get worse anymore.
"That's right. And why are you a good boy?"
"Because I won't masturbate with my sister's shoes again. I'll respect her property," you say, even though you both know you don't really mean it.
"We'll see about that. Let's see if we can make the lesson stick."
She puts your dick between the heels of her boots and begins to squeeze it.
"Say it!" She demands.
"I'm a good boy!" You repeat as she abuses your cock again, this time by cutting of its blood flow at the base.
"Again!"
"I'm a good boy!" You say once again, feeling a rush of pain and pleasure.
"Once more for good measure."
"I'm a good boy!"
You feel the pressure at the base of your penis lighten, turning into a pleasant sensation as the heels of your sister's boots stroke up and down your cock.
"Is Mama's good boy thirsty?"
You nod in response as she slowly removes one boot from your genitals. You look down and see the heel dripping with your pre-cum.
"Drink up, baby. Mama won't mind."
You grab the boot and bring them to your lips. You open your mouth and begin to greedily lap up your pre-ejaculate from your sister's boot. You look up at her as you see her smirk down at you as she gently crushes your genitals again and again and again.
"Drink faster, baby."
You quickly finish lapping up your pre-ejaculate as she begins to grind the heel into your tip once again. You begin to moan as she puts more and more pressure, causing you to arch your back in an attempt to avoid pain.
"Don't you dare come yet. Mama's not done with you."
You whimper as she puts even more pressure, causing you to grit your teeth.
"No noise. Mama doesn't like noise."
You take a deep breath and try your hardest to stifle your moans and whimpers of pain. You look up at your mother, who is smiling down at you. She begins to slowly grind the tip of her boot into your glans once again, all the while pressing down on your genitals.
"I'll ask you one question, and I want you to answer honestly. Do you like what Mama's doing?"
"Yes," you say with a hoarse voice.
"What do you like, baby?"
"I like... what Mama's doing."
"What is Mama doing?"
"Mama is... punishing... my naugthy cock," you moan, as your mother continues to crush your balls and grind into your glans.
"Do you think you've been a bad boy?"
"Yes."
"But you will be a good boy in the future, won't you?"
"Yes."
"Tell me you will be a good boy in the future."
"I will... be a good boy in the future."
Your mother stops pressing down on your genitals and slowly moves her foot away from your tip. She smiles down at you as you take a deep breath and try to recover.
"And you will respect your sister's property."
"I will respect my sister's property," you repeat.
"Good boy," she says.
"Good boys deserve a reward, don't you think?"
She moves the boots back to your cock, but this time, she carefully places it between them and begins to sensually move them up and down. You take a deep breath and relax as your mother gently strokes your rock hard erection with her boots.
"Does that feel good, baby?"
"Yes," you say in a strained voice.
"Tell me what you want."
"I want to suck on one heel while you grind me."
Your mother quickly takes one boot off your member and sits back. She brings her boot to your face and presses it against your lips.
"Lick," she demands.
You meekly comply, sliding your tongue along the sole of your sister's boot. She slowly rubs it along your tongue, smiling as you do so. She then presses her heel against your lips, forcing you to open your mouth to accommodate the 4-inch heel. She slowly slides the heel into your mouth until your reach your limit, forcing you to deepthroat her boot. She holds it there as she looks down at you.
"Be a good boy and suck, won't you?"
You hum lightly as you eagerly suck on her boot. You reach up to cup and caress her leg, feeling the soft leather of her boot. She smiles and begins to move her foot back and forth, sliding it in and out of your mouth. With her other foot, she continues to gently rub your rock-hard member.
"Does that feel good?"
You moan in agreement, causing her to giggle softly. She begins to slide the boot's heel deeper into your throat, increasing the speed at which she fucks your face.
You begin to choke and cough, but she doesn't seem to care. And to be honest with yourself, you don't either. The whole situation is to fucking hot to care about little things like that. You feel yourself close to exploding.
"Mom, I'm going to..." you try to mumble through your face fucking, but the heel sloshing in and out of your mouth ensures nothing but gargles come out.
She smiles as she quickens the pace even further. Your eyes begin to water as you feel your nuts begin to tighten. With a loud moan, you unleash a torrent of spunk onto your sister's boot as she smiles and continues sliding the heel in and out of your mouth. You collapse back against the floor, breathing heavily and totally spent. Your mother finally removes her boot from your mouth.
"There, there. Good boy."
You lie on the floor, panting as your mother smiles at you. She begins to bend down and kisses you on the lips.
"Be good and don't splatter your seed all over your sister's shoes like you did right now, okay? Or else mommy has to punish you again."
"Yes... Yes, mom..." you pant.
You catch your breath and finally stand up, putting your clothes back on. You look down at your sister's boots on your mother's feet. The leather is soaked with your spunk, dripping onto the floor.
"I think it's time for us to go now, honey," your mom says, bending over and sliding the boots off her feet.
You watch as she puts the soiled boots back into your sister's wardrobe as the are and walks toward the door.
"Don't worry, your sister won't notice the mess. Probably," she says with a sly smirk and exits the room.
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