Chapter 5: Second Semester – Evening of revelations

Jordan heart skipped a beat. He couldn’t have heard what he believed she had said. For starter, she couldn’t have pieced together that he had a foot fetish. It was just not possible, she never paid that much attention to what he was doing, right? Or it was just him not listening to her well enough, she was talking about anything but her feet. The little Minor feebly attempted to compose himself, gulping hard his saliva, before looking up at the smirking face of the towering MAJOR who was looking straight at him with hungry eyes.

“I… I’m sorry, Kat, I don’t understand…” he meekly tried, unable to even finish his sentence under her gaze, unblinking and focused straight on him.

“Oh Mouse. I think you understand perfectly” she purred, sounding incredibly amused.

She slowly lifted her left foot and lightly prodded him in the chest. He gasped but didn’t dare move. It was a gift he had never expected to receive, to have her touch her like that, he would never have dared ask her to do that. Then she retreated her appendage and he couldn’t help but let a whimper escape his lips. He immediately knew he had made a mistake, he knew Kendalynn far too well to not realize it, but what was done, was done. He know hoped she wouldn’t let her most domineering tendencies get the better of her now.

“Ah ah ah” she totted, shaking her index finger as if to chide him. “Surely you haven’t forgotten our dynamic, right Mouse? MY Mouse?”

Jordan blinked and he felt a wave of weakness come over him. He knew perfectly what she had in mind. She wanted him to beg her to touch him with her feet, she wanted him to give up any pride he could have as a Minor to enjoy the ripe fruits of his most powerful fantasy. A part of him immediately wanted to give in, to please her so that he may smell her feet, touch them, admire their texture, their perfection, not from afar but up close, in a very personal way. But he couldn’t just abandon all he dreamt just for a fleeting pleasure, couldn’t it.

“I’m not your Mouse” he managed to say, despite his dry throat.

“Really?” she chuckled. “Are you sure of that? I was almost certain we were beyond that point now. We’ve know each other for so long, after all. And don’t you want to BE my Mouse?”

As she said that, she wiggled her toes, and he felt somewhat mesmerized. Still clad into the soaked socks, the smell of her sweat, a little acrid perhaps, but still quite enticing to him, was overpowering his senses. Jordan felt his breathing quickening once more and he wondered if he wouldn’t have an asthma crisis here and now. Thankfully, he managed to close his eyes and calm himself long enough to prevent it. But when he opened his eyelids again, he was met with the face of Kat, mere inches away from his own, her big eyes diving deep into his own.

“Why are you denying yourself, Jordan” she whispered softly. “I could give you what you so obviously crave, and yet you refuse to do what’s necessary to obtain it. Why?”

Once more, he gulped hard, but a part of him managed to steel itself, for the time being. He couldn’t just give in to temptation, not yet at least. He knew Kat all too well – it were the things she couldn’t have easily which she cherished, but whatever could be obtained without much of an effort, she usually played with a bit and then threw away. She was a MAJOR and her sense of competition was off the charts, but in an unusual way. He had seen her pursue rare books or precious jewels, pestering her mother for months until she relented, and she had those, while gifts made after she had just talked about them, she had given away almost as soon as she had held them.

“I… I’m not denying anything, really” he said, but his voice betrayed him, by breaking in the high pitched tone at least three times in such a short sentence.

“Nobody likes a liar, Mouse, you should know that by now” pouted Kendalynn, retreating and yet still dominating him without any apparent effort.

“I- I’m not lying!” he shouted, even if his eyes darted back to her socks on her pretty feet.

Kat sighed and shook her head, putting her best disappointed face. She was stunning doing so, of course. She always was, at least to Jordan’s eyes. It was so unfair that, even among the beauties that were all MAJOR women compared to poor Minors, she stood out so easily, making most of his classmates look even more childish than they did, being younger by a handful of years only, but it could as well have been dozens when they stood next to each other, or in his mind. And it was something new for him to see her so interested in him.

“Mouse, Mouse, Mouse… It’s really not something I expected of you. I’m not your mother, of course, but I think we can assume that I kind of helped you grow into a fine young man. And yet, you’re lying through your teeth, and to me, no less! It’s really hurtful, you know?”

“I’m not lying!” he yelled, in a more strident way than before, but his voice shook so much and was so high pitched that nobody could have been fooled by this answer.

A fire lit in Kat’s emerald’s eyes, as she glared furiously at him. When she took a deep breath through her nose and rose higher, seeming ready to get up, Jordan realized his mistake. He wasn’t at school, where Kendalynn had to fake her calm personality. They were alone here, without even his mother, whom never realized what Kat truly was, as a person. So, nothing was preventing her to get angry, really, really, angry, at him. He fell back a little, his ass hitting the ground and his mouth opening wordlessly as she towered over him like an angry divinity of old.

“You dare yell at me?” she asked him in a whisper which sent shivers down his spine. “When I have always treated you well, respected your opinions – as much as a Minor’s can be taken into account!”

“But I want you to respect me like you would another MAJOR” blurted Jordan, immediately regretting that he dared spoke back to her.

“That’s ridiculous and you know it! You barely reach my waist! You’ll live barely a half of my life! How could I consider you like a do a MAJOR? We are better equipped to deal with the world and its many questions! Trying to be like us can only make you suffer! Can’t you see that Mouse?”

The last few words were said with such a concerned tone that it took Jordan off-guard. Kat’s anger seemed to have dissipated as suddenly as it had appeared, a fixture of her behavior when they were alone together. It always made him unable to react. How could he when she was so volatile? As a Minor, he needed to have more stability, to be able to know what was coming, especially with the object of his desire, the woman he couldn’t help –really, he did this in spite of himself- to be extremely attracted by.

“Mouse, are you listening to me? Are you okay? I’m sorry if I’ve made you afraid, okay? Can you believe me when I say that? I’m really sorry!”

Jordan blinked as he felt her powerful fingers coil over both his shoulders. He was now extremely close to her face again, which allowed her to encompass all his field of vision. He couldn’t see anything but her flawless skin, her beautiful lips, her mesmerized eyes. Strangely enough, what allowed him to steel his mind and protect him from her prying one was the thought of her feet, how they had felt powerful and yet delicate when she had prodded him, the smell of her sweat-soaked socks, violent and yet enticing to him.

“I… I understand but… But I don’t want to be a pet” he almost whined.

“Oh Mouse… You wouldn’t be a pet by telling me the truth. You would be MY pet, and it changes everything, because we both know I can make you happier than anyone else in the world. Don’t you like my feet, after all?” she added with a smile which made the Minor realized that he had been played by the taller and older teenager.

He opened his mouth but found it so dry that he couldn’t speak. He wanted to touch her feet, to smell them so bad! Is it really so bad to throw away my pride for that? he wondered. After all, he could easily pretend that it didn’t happen when in public. He doubted that Kat would talk about it with anyone, it just wasn’t her behavior. It would be their secret, something not even his Mom, who really wanted him to have a great life, but was always so preoccupied with work and grading her students, that she would never realize what her son and his “babysitter” would be doing. She didn’t know about his fetish, after all…

“Think about it. Who know you better than I do? Nobody! You’d always be happy with me around, you know it, we both know it! No more preparing for exams, no more stress, no more danger that you could be put in danger by aggressive teenagers, or even adults! Wouldn’t it be better that way?”

“And – and what should I give up for this to happen?” croaked Jordan, his will fraying before her charisma and imposing presence.

“Everything” she replied with a Cheshire grin on her face.

The Minor boy shuddered. He knew she spoke the truth. He knew how she saw the world, better than most save perhaps her own family. She was wealthy and powerful by birth, thrive to achieved more and, as it had been made clear time and time again in the past, Minors were to be distractions, little pleasures – quite literally- there to comfort and appease them, but not to be longed for and welcomed into the MacGregors proper. But he didn’t want this, he wanted to be more than an appetizer, a spice for her married life.

“Would you care for me if I did that?” he asked, still trying to decipher why she was so insistent on him giving up today, when she didn’t seem to care so much about him most of the time.

“Because you’ve been distant for weeks now!” she shot back, moving her head in an angry way, making her fiery red hair move a little. “Now, I guess I know why, but it is still extremely insulting to be treated like that, especially by you Mouse!”

Jordan realized that he had brought all of this upon himself by trying to hide his lust for Kat’s feet and even the rest of her body. By playing hard to catch inadvertently, he had both excited her interest and put himself in jeopardy. Now that she knew of his fetish, she would pursue him with advances, as much as she could get without being too obvious in public, but it meant that she wanted him whole now, when before she took him more or less for granted, even if she always liked to play with him, if only to release some pressure she had in her life.

Still, the Minor had to admit that he had a longing to be her plaything, if only because then he would get to experience what he so much craved. But in the same time, he feared giving in to her desires. He didn’t want to be discarded as soon as he gave in, and something told him that he wouldn’t just have to admit that he wanted her to let him smell his feet, lick her toes and taste them. She would want something more, something deeper and more demeaning for him. It was in her nature, he had accepted it long ago and it was one of the reason he hadn’t talked about his fetishes with her.

“How could I correct it then?” he asked meekly, unable to convey his thought in his voice when standing before the stunning beauty towering over him.

“I want you to tell me why you didn’t told me how you felt. I want to know for how long you’ve been lusting after me but refused to act or even talk to me about it. I want you to stop trying to shield yourself, to hide what you want, Mouse. I want you to be happy, but to achieve that, we need to be honest with each other!”

Such frankness surprised Jordan, who hadn’t expected it. Kendalynn liked to control what others knew, what they saw of herself. Even with him, while she was more honest, she always felt like keeping things hidden. And now she wanted for him to reveal everything, his most private thoughts and feelings, and it made him feel physically sick. A weakness came over his knees and his arms, and he wanted to puke suddenly, as if he had eaten rotten meat and needed to expel it. Everything turned around him and even Kat’s voice came distorted and distant.

“Mouse? Are you okay? Mouse? Mouse!”

But Jordan couldn’t answer, everything went black around him as he fell on the floor.

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The first thing he felt when waking up was the softness of his sheets against his naked skin, but they felt heavier, as if someone had put a blanket or two on them. Then he smelt something. Tea with chamomile and a hint of honey, he suspected. He felt so well that he didn’t want to stir yet, or open his eyes, even if he knew he couldn’t just lay here all day. He needed to understand what had happened, since the last thing he remembered was talking with Kat about something really personal, and now he was in his bed.

He heard a strange sound, as if porcelain had clicked against some metal thing, and he stirred. He still didn’t want to fully wake up, somehow he felt he would face a hurdle if he did, but the sound repeated itself and the smell of the tea became heavier, as he felt something big move near his bed. Oh, it’s Mom! I must have been really tired and fell asleep, and she’s taking care of me. I really need to wake up, I don’t want to be a hurdle for her! With great effort, he managed to push his sheets away and turned toward his mother.

“Hey Mom, how are – OH MY GOD KAT!” he shrieked, startling the giantess when their eyes met.

Jordan scrambled to cover himself. His Mom was very relaxed when it came to seeing him naked, and he had come to accept it rather easily. During summer, he was often in his boxers only, and she still wanted to shower with him, fearing that he could hurt himself if left to his own devices, since they couldn’t afford a mixed bathroom, she didn’t earn that much after all. But now, he had a gawking Kendalynn who looked both shocked and pleased by what she had just seen. And his black cheeks were burning hot with embarrassment now.

“Sorry” she replied, not sounding sorry at all, instead really interested. “I remembered that your mother told me years ago that you really liked tea with chamomile and honey, and that when too stressed out, you could faint. But I didn’t expect it to happen today! Are you alright?” she asked, handing him a small, Minor-sized, cup of tea.

“Yeah… yeah, I’m fine, it’s just…”

He didn’t finish this sentence. He really felt too embarrassed by the simple fact of being naked to point that out. It was hard enough to be a Minor compared to the stunning Adonis and Aphrodite that MAJORS were, but he knew he was particularly scrawny and small for his age, and it made him extremely self-conscious. He didn’t like feeling like that, and his mother had told him that he shouldn’t feel that way, that it was perfectly normal and that he was beautiful, that most MAJORS actually found such frailties endearing when they sought a Minor as a mate.

“I’m sorry that I had to get you out of your clothes” she said, sounding sincere at least. “It’s one of the first things were are told to do, when a Minor is unconscious, to check out injuries. You should be happy I’m not a Cyclopean, there is no way those huge dumb brutes would be able to get you naked without shredding your clothes to tears. I’m far more delicate than that, I hope you realize it!”

“I… I do, really” whispered Jordan, sipping a little bit of his tea.

He couldn’t help but let out a small squeal of delight escape his lips. This tea was just perfect; his Mom always put too much chamomile in it, and not enough money for his taste, but here, everything, from the green tea leaves to the amount of complements was perfectly balanced. He looked up at Kat, who was watching him closely, a faint smile on her face, looking almost dreamy, as if she was lost into some form of contemplation. He took another sip and her smile broadened. She gently extended a hand and caressed the right side of his face. Without realizing what he was doing, he leant into her gesture, which surprised them both.

“You know, Mouse. I think I may… I may have given you a wrong idea of what I want for us both” she finally said as he drank a third time from his cup.

“What do you mean?” he cautiously asked, peering at her over the brim of his cup.

“Well, you see. I… I mean, I can give you, of all people, the idea that I just want to dominate you, to… to belittle you, even, but it isn’t the case at all!”

“Really?” asked Jordan, who couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“Yes! I’ve never wanted to hurt you, or to make you feel unwanted or – or unloved!” almost cried Kendalynn, her eyes reddening and watering as she spoke, which had never been so emotive –well in a not threatening way- in his memories, which gave the whole thing a tinge of truth, which meant that he just couldn’t ignore it.

Jordan was taken aback by this reaction. He had never dared to think that Kat cared for him; at least, not past the fact that she considered him some sort of staple of her life, like her childhood furniture at home or something of the like. He never had considered that she could have feelings, romantic feelings, toward him. And yet, the way she acted now, how she seemed to feel – all of it could mean that he may have been wrong all along about her. Or that she was playing him – he couldn’t discount this possibility that she was acting.

“I… I want to believe you but I can’t – I mean, I can’t really, because when it comes to you, I’m kind of…” he started, before letting his voice trail off, too embarrassed to finish it.

“Because you lust after me and my feet?” completed Kendalyn, a smile returning on her face.

“I don’t –“ tried Jordan, but her chuckle cut him off and he couldn’t finish his lie.

“Of course you do! But you won’t admit it! It won’t do Mouse. I want – no, I need you to beg me to grant you the feet you crave so much. I can’t just give them to you, it’s not in my nature. But I want what’s best for you!”

“For now” he replied, tears welling up in his eyes in spite of his best efforts. “But once you’ll have grown tired of me, you’ll find someone else to replace me, someone bigger and better, probably a MAJOR or some rich Minor whose family never managed to have an actual son!”

“I… That’s probably what’s expected of me, yes. And… and I can’t tell you that I won’t ever do that” she continued, looking sad as she said that. “But that’s not how I feel about us. And none of this mean that you and I couldn’t be together, you know?”

Her voice was soft now, softer than she had ever been, as far as he could remember. It was a little surprising to hear her talk like that, even as she crushed any hopes he could have. Sure, she could give him his fantasy, but it would be fleeting, nothing more than a patch on a rift which couldn’t be healed. A part of him was so angry at his Mom for being born a Minor in a world which still didn’t care one bit about his kind, and even more so to the Matthewsons, who promised that world was changing when it clearly wasn’t for normal peoples.

“You say that now” he bitterly mumbled. “But it’s just words. I would give away any hope I have of a life where I could feel some measure of pride if I begged you to let me smell and – and lick your wonderful toes, and I wouldn’t be certain than it would amount to anything more than a fleeting moment of what? Tenderness? Power trip? I…”

His voice broke and he started to sob. It was as if he felt the weight of the whole world on his shoulders now, and he couldn’t cope with it. He had hoped that going to High School would be the start of a brand new life, one he could be proud off, even if he knew he would remain small, weak and meek. Instead, he at been a constant barrage of horny teenagers trying – and mostly failing- to entice him into their rooms so they could bang him and Bond him, and nothing more. And now it left him feel lost and confused that his deepest secret had been exposed so easily.

“I understand that you don’t believe me. It hurts me, because I can’t understand why. But I don’t want a rift between us Mouse. I want us to be together, really. Perhaps it’s not in the way you want to, right now, but nothing’s fixed, right? Isn’t there a way for me to convince you that I’m sincere?”

“Bond” croaked Jordan, pushing on his voice while she blinked twice. “We – we could Bond, perhaps? I’ve heard that you can’t lie with the bond. Is it true?”

“How would I know?” asked Kendalynn, tilting her head. “I – I’ve never Bonded anyone.”

It was Jordan’s turn to blink. He couldn’t believe what he had just heard. Kat was incredibly beautiful, gracious and ambitious, and she had an enticing personality in public. And since Minors were relatively common in High School, she had to have met one who struck her fancy and Bond him. And if it wasn’t in school, surely outside of it, many peoples tried to woo the daughter of the MacGregor family, especially with an attractive morsel, someone who would make her extremely aroused or something. He had read a lot of stories about it, anyway, and nothing he had seen in his short life had seemed to hint that it wasn’t the case in Kat’s household.

“So… You want to Bond with me?” asked Kendalynn, shaking him out of his own thoughts.

“I – Yeah, I think I want to” he said, deciding that he didn’t want to think about it too much, fearing that he would get cold feet if he did.

“Then, give me your hand” she said, extending her own.

Jordan’s finger nested themselves into her wide palm, the warmth of her flesh penetrating her colder one, even as he looked deep into her mesmerizing green eyes. There seemed to be a light in there, as if some star was shining from behind her irises, and suddenly he felt her. Below this perfect flesh was a powerful mind, like a radiant sun, which suddenly reached to his own. He gasped loudly when they touched. It was as if he was discovering something new, something he had never realized he craved and he now felt as if he was eating for the first time ever.

Oh Jordan… I never realized how beautiful you truly are, whispered Kat in his head.