"Going Native," part 9

That evening, M’li disappeared from their hut for a while, then returned with a bowl full of some dark fluid.  The smell wasn’t unpleasant.  “Here, drink this.”

“What is it?”

“It’s the riprasha drink.  Have some in the morning and night, every day until the riprasha.”

As M’li knelt over her, Maggie held the bowl in two hands and brought it to her lips.  There was a weak, minty taste.  

Almost immediately, Maggie felt light headed.  She reclined on the bed.

In Tineri, M’li addressed her. “You’ve been holding out on us.  You have not been Tineri.  You have barely tried.  That changes now, doesn’t it?”

Maggie nodded.  She had spent the last several weeks with the tribe trying to figure out how to escape and not how to meet her end of the bargain she had struck - how to become part of the tribe.

“And it’s going to change because you realize now that you want to be Tineri more than anything else in the world.”

“...yes…”  The realization hit Maggie - why was she trying to leave the Tineri?  Everything she needed was here.

“The most beautiful people in the world are Tineri,”  M’li continued.

“...yes…”

“We speak the most beautiful language.”

“...yes…”  Maggie resolved never to speak English again if she could avoid it.  She loved the melodic clicking of Tineri.   

“We have the most beautiful hair.”

“...yes…”  Maggie looked at M’li’s beautiful black dreadlocks with awe that shifted to envy when she compared that beautiful hair to her own flat blonde hair.  At that moment, she would give anything to have dark, kinky hair.

“We have the most beautiful skin.”

“...yes…”  Maggie looked at M’li’s rich, dark skin with similar reverence.  It was so creamy, so sexy, so much better than her own.  The persistent sun had left her tan, and no doubt her jetset friends would kill for this tan, but Maggie realized she would never be dark enough to have skin as beautiful as M’li.

“We have the most beautiful tits.”

“...yes…”  Maggie looked at M’li’s huge brown cans, which rested down on her tummy.  They, too, were gorgeous.  She regretted every negative thought she had ever had about the Tineri women’s chests; she now sincerely wished her own breasts could be so ample.  Her loins stirred when she took in M’li’s black areolas.  For the first time since she began wearing a loincloth, her juices ran down her legs.  As Maggie’s eyes were drawn to M’li’s protruding nipples and the giant rings piercing them, Maggie no longer felt any revulsion.  Instead, she saw a kind of brutalist beauty in the way flesh had been warped to allow the integration of metal.

Maggie reached out to touch M’li’s tit. For the first time, she caressed M’li out of desire, not obligation.  “Yes, feel my tits.  Feel the nipple rings.”  Maggie did so.  At this point, her pussy was gushing, leaving an unmistakable smell.  

“You can have these, too,” M’li said, as her protégée felt her up, “once you're truly Tineri.”

Was M’li talking just about the nipple rings or the breasts in general, Maggie wondered.  

“I want them so badly,” Maggie said.  She didn't know herself the scope of what she said she wanted, but admitting her desire aloud was one of the most erotic things she had ever experienced.

“I know, love,” M’li responded.  She sat beside Maggie, turned to face her, and placed the palm of her hand on the side of Maggie’s face.  M’li’s long fingernails subtly scratched Maggie’s scalp as she ran her hands through the blonde tresses.  The girls lapsed into a kiss.

Maggie had never kissed a woman before.  She never had an “experimental” phase in college, she never even kissed a girlfriend at the bar to titillate a crowd.  Now, however, she passionately made out with M’li, opening her mouth to accept M’li’s invading tongue and then stroking it with her own.  

That was the moment Maggie admitted to herself she was bi.  At least.

“Tineri women are the sexiest,” Maggie whispered between kisses.

“Yes, love.  I can't wait for you to become one of us.”  While they kissed, M’li began to rub her supple right foot the length of Maggie’s calf and foot, the long toenails and rings trailing that tender touch with a light, erotic scratch.

It drove Maggie wild with lust.  After a few minutes, Maggie had to escalate things.  

With the sun beginning to set outside, she grabbed M’li’s foot and shifted positions to kneel at the edge of the bed before M’li, holding the foot in front of her.  “Tineri women have the sexiest feet,” she told her lover.  

They locked eyes, a prurient look on Maggie’s face, as she opened her mouth to insert M’li’s dark foot.  For several minutes, her tongue ran from the base of the ball through the ball and between two of her middle toes.  She then extended her tongue in between M’li’s middle and index toes, swirling it around her ring.  She had worshipped feet before, but never by choice.  Now, she made out with M’li’s foot in a way that only someone extremely aroused by feet could.

That was the moment Maggie admitted to herself she had a foot fetish.  She was sexually attracted to female feet.

M’li pleasured herself with a hand through her loincloth.  Maggie paused the foot worship to rub the soft sole on the side of her face.  

“I have a foot fetish, love,” she told M’li.  Saying it aloud made it even more real.  And even sexier.

“Good, I’m so glad, my love.”

“I need to start wearing toe rings like you.  And I’m going to grow my nails just like you.”  Each admission ramped up her desire.

“Yes.  You will have such beautiful feet.” As encouragement, M’li placed her left foot on Maggie’s breast, teasing the nipple with her big toenail.  Maggie’s breathing grew louder.  This was the first time M’li (or anyone in the tribe) had done anything to please Maggie.

“We have to pierce these,” M’li said as she pinched the nipple between her big and index toes.

Maggie gasped.  That was exactly what she had to do!  Mark her permanently as one of the tribe!  “YES!  FUCK!  PIERCE ME!”  She had never been so turned on in her life.

“You are going to be such a gorgeous Tineri woman soon,” M’li said.  She slid her supple sole the length of Maggie’s abdomen and slid it inside her loincloth. The foot prodded Maggie’s nether regions before reaching her entrance.

“Your old world has nothing for you any more, does it?”

Maggie nodded deeply, repositioning herself flat on the floor.

“You don't want to leave any more, do you?”

Maggie nodded deeply again, taking another lick of the beautiful foot in front of her.

“And you're ready to become a true Tineri woman now, aren't you?”

Maggie had never been so sure of anything in her life.  She smiled and said, “Fuck yes.”  M’li penetrated her with her big toe and proceeded to fuck Maggie to the first orgasm she'd had since her ordeal began.  It was also the best orgasm of her life.