May YCH Commission - Wedensday Caption

Wednesday's Beautiful Soles

Nevermore Academy was always a place of dark corners and deeper secrets, and Wednesday Addams thrived in such an environment. It was late spring, and the usually cold halls had grown warm, prompting her to shed her smelly shoes and even smellier socks as she roamed the school grounds barefoot. Her pale feet moved silently across the stone floors, visibly leaving sweat prints behind. They always produced excessive foot sweat and odour, regardless of the circumstances.

As she made her way to the secluded garden where she often spent her afternoons admiring her own feet, massaging and sometimes even self-worshipping by licking them, she sensed that unsettling feeling of being watched again. Wednesday was no stranger to attention, but this gaze felt different. It was intense and fixated, almost obsessive. Her feet felt weird, and they were tingling for no apparent reason. Her instincts told her to turn around, and she did, her sharp eyes scanning the dimly lit hallway.

There he was - Ethan. His eyes were locked onto her bare feet, a look of fascination and something else she couldn't quite place. Wednesday's lips curled into a small, almost invisible smile. She had found her prey.

Feigning ignorance, she continued walking until she reached the secluded garden, knowing Ethan would follow. The garden was a perfect trap—quiet, isolated, and far from prying eyes. She settled onto a stone bench, allowing her smelly feet to rest on the cool surface, waiting for him to make his move.

Moments later, Ethan emerged from the shadows, his eyes still glued to her feet. He seemed entranced, barely aware of his surroundings. Wednesday watched him approach, her dark eyes gleaming with curiosity and mischief.

"Ethan," she called out, her voice breaking the silence like a crack of thunder. "Don't think I haven't noticed you staring at my magnificent feet. Your punishment for this behaviour is to lick my stinky feet clean. "

Ethan froze, his face turning crimson. He stammered, struggling to find words. "I... I didn't mean to... I was just..."

"Just what?" Wednesday's voice was calm but carried an undercurrent of menace. "It's rude to stare without my permission, you know. Those beautiful soles are too good for your eyes."

He looked down, ashamed, but Wednesday was not finished. She stood up, stepping closer to him, her bare feet moving silently across the grass. "Perhaps you need a lesson in manners. You don't seem to know how to behave when faced with my superior feet. Why haven't you dropped to your knees begging me to worship them yet? Oh, Ethan, you will lick them clean – both as a punishment and a lesson."

Before he could react, she swiftly kicked his legs out from under him, sending him sprawling onto the ground. She placed one foot on his chest, pinning him down. Her pale toes contrasted starkly against his dark shirt, symbolising her dominance. He recoiled as a particularly nasty stench of unwashed feet hit his nose.

"You need to understand," she said, low and threatening, "that some things are not for you to ogle. Perhaps you'll appreciate this reminder if you can't control your gaze."

With that, she pressed her foot harder, not enough to hurt him but enough to make him squirm uncomfortably. "Do you understand?"

Ethan nodded frantically, his eyes wide with fear. "Yes, Wednesday. I understand. I'm sorry."

She removed her foot and stepped back, allowing him to scramble to his feet. "Good. Remember this the next time you feel the urge to stare. Consider this a lesson in respect – you're only to stare at them if I allow you to."

Wednesday stopped Ethan as he was about to run away, his face flushed with embarrassment and fear.

"Where do you think you're going? Did you forget about your punishment already? It appears you have a bad memory. I suppose I will have to punish you like this for many months to reinforce this lesson in your mind." – she said as she beaconed him forward with her foot.

Ethan trembled but obediently approached her.

"Kneel."

His cheeks burning, he did as ordered. Wednesday took his slightly parted lips as an opportunity to shove her big toe into his mouth. Surprised and disgusted, he tried to remove the offending toe from his mouth, only for Wednesday's other foot to slam hard on his head.

"No. Bad foot slave! You will lick my feet clean, and you will do so with pleasure and devotion, which I deserve. I am your superior in every single way. I haven't had one such as yourself in a long time. Usually, I'm satisfied with licking my own feet. Now - I've got you. You are lucky. You will learn to thank me for this privilege every single day."

Ethan was horrified, but simultaneously, he liked the idea of losing all control and just focusing on worshipping Wednesday's magnificent feel. The smell was revolting – her soles needed a good tongue bath.

He opened his mouth more to allow access - Wednesday shoved all her toes into his mouth. He gagged as she tried to force her entire foot into it. Her foot was out of his mouth after a few moments of forcibly trying to push it in deeper.

"Hm, not bad for your first time. I'll train you to be able to take more of it in. Now lick my feet clean."

Ethan tentatively started licking. The salty taste was overpowering. Not to mention grime, dirt, and other unidentified stuff commonly found on the ground. He made sure to get his tongue deep between her toes. The session lasted no more than 15 minutes.

When he was done, Wednesday carefully examined her freshly cleaned soles.

"Acceptable. You will come to me whenever I call you. You will worship me and my feet, regardless of the time or place. This experience will be good for you as it will reinforce my lesson. Now tell me. What are you?"

His face blushed. "Your slave. Forever."

Ethan hurried away, his face flushed with embarrassment and arousal. Wednesday watched him go, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. The garden returned to its usual quiet, the only sound being the rustle of leaves in the breeze.

From that day on, Ethan's tongue was used as a washing device for Wednesday's marvellous soles. He knew how to behave correctly now; he kept his eyes firmly on the ground whenever she was near to show her proper respect. And Wednesday, with her bare feet gliding silently across the stone and grass, continued her dark wanderings, ever watchful and always in control, enjoying observing her slave lose his humanity a little every day. She intended to mould him into her perfect foot slave, one who puts her needs over his own. This process may take months, if not years, but Wednesday was going to enjoy it nevertheless, no matter how long it took – she always gets what she wants; right now, she wants a perfect slave to fulfil all of her desires.