I was lost of any sort of control over my body, not even able to move an inch anywhere. My cock was completely vulnerable to the feet.
With my body restrained, the pair of legs that seemed like it was generating baby oil from its very skin moved a foot very close over the top of my cock, and while just keeping it there, let the oil run onto my penis.
Soon it was coated very liberally with the oil, alongside with my balls and entire crotch, for it had already begun overflowing, even running down onto the nearby feet that were holding me down.
Despite my best efforts to bring my cock closer to the foot, I could only manage small, little twitches of my penis.
As if to tease me further, the feet noticed my pointless efforts to come into contact with it, and began to scrunch its toes back and forth, nearly touching my cock at times, but coming only close enough to drive me mad with anticipation, all while still dripping oil everywhere.
The pair of pantyhosed feet, which was waiting and watching the entire time, was now ready, with my cock having been lubed up.
Like the two were communicating with each other, the oiled pair was now moving out of the way to allow the pantyhosed feet to take a frontal position on my cock.
However, instead of leaving, the oiled feet was now parallel to my balls, and sitting down (if you could imagine a person sitting in real life with their legs extended) on the bed of feet beneath me, began to ever so slightly caress my balls, pushing into it with its toes, tickling the bottom by moving its toes back and forth.
The pantyhosed feet (also with its legs outstretched), was meanwhile doing these half movements, in which it grasped my cock between her two soles (it was suspended by various feet from the "feet ceiling") and stroked just up, but never returning back down to finish the movement.
It did this almost every four seconds, taking its time to get the grip for each new stroke.
I don't know how long it's been now, but the feet are still at it. The oilet feet has somehow managed to create a small pool of oil beneath my cock, showing just how tight the foot bed was.
By this time the pantyhosed feet was still doing that exact same movement, sliding against my shaft up, waiting 4 seconds, using its toes sometimes, waiting another 4 seconds to grip it with one foot behind to cradle my penis, before only forcing her other foot up onto my shaft only once. And it had brought me only a fraction to an orgasm.
And as slow as the orgasm was coming, the amount of work and molestation which my cock was undertaking was devestating.
My balls were the worst case of blue balls since anything, and my shaft was sore, aching, but somehow still throbbing after all this time.
The pantyhose material was not helping much either.
Indifferent to anything I was feeling, the pantyhosed feet kept up its attack on my penis, squeezing and wringing it out whichever way possible, the oiled feet still dragging my balls around.
A few more hours has passed. Of course under these conditions, it has felt like an eternity. The feet were not showing any signs of stopping, but the pantyhosed feet had slightly increased its increment of jacking me off. I almost nodded off to sleep a couple of times before, but with the constant stimulation on my penis, the feet on my face continuously creating different scents of foot odors, and the restraining feet occasionally wiggling around my body, the feet had even disabled my ability to sleep.
The feet did not relinquish, they did not even tire of their movements, not even for a second.
While the orgasm still felt like it was so far away, I knew that a few well timed strokes could make me explode at any second.
But no, the pantyhosed feet could only bring me not to the brink, but a point of overstimulation mixed with pain.
Then, just as abruptly as my discovery of this foot bed in the first place started, I think they were about to finish me soon.
How do they finish me?