The castle stood at the top of the hill, close enough to see that in a high window stood a man. Not just any man but Prince Bob. Bob was your everyday prince except for when night came. When night came around bob turned into pervert bob. He didn’t know how this change occurred but he was certain of one thing and that was to him was that he loved feet. Everything about them but he didn’t like feet when day came. Every night he would go on the prowl in his kingdom of feet. He would look around at everyone’s feet whether it is a man or a woman but he very much enjoyed loafers. He loved them, for the strangest reason he enjoyed touching them and smelling them. He would go prancing around at night looking for some good loafers, until one night he found the perfect pair. They belonged to the town joker named Herman. Since bob was a prince and all he would normally force the villagers to show them their loafers and they all obeyed but his biggest secret was that no one knew in his castle.
He had managed to keep his foot fetish a secret from his family and the royal servants, but the perfect pair of loafers belonged to someone who visited the court several times a month. The secret would be out. Over the next few days Prince Bob did everything he could to avoid Herman’s visits to the castle. On the few occasions when there was no choice but to have Herman show up, Prince Bob would hide. It seemed the best solution. If Herman saw Prince Bob he would surely bring it up. Bob loved feet an inappropriate amount. Within this plan there lay a problem. Herman’s loafers were so nearby and Bob has to stay away. The amount of self restraint that was needed to keep his foot fetish at bay was astounding, and soon Bob found himself creeping closer and closer to Herman’s delicious loafers. He hid behind curtains and thrones and disguised himself in hopes of remaining hidden. But of course, this would only last so long. The secret would have to be revealed eventually.
When the time came, his secret was discovered not in the way he had imagined. As it turned out, Bob’s father, King Robert, had a fetish of sorts himself. Although his wasn’t with feet, it was with noses. Each night, as Bob crept out into the town to caress the townsfolk’s lavish feet, the King would sneak out to inspect their noses. How the town had kept these royal fetishes a secret for so long was unbelievable. It was almost as if every person in the town was an incredibly heavy sleeper, not prone to wake at even the greatest of foot tickling and nose poking.
But what neither Bob nor King Robert knew was that an evil witch had cast a silent spell over the town so that everyone slept like rocks in the night, everyone except one girl, the handmaiden Allie. Allie had been a light sleeper ever since she was a child, waking up to even the scuffle of a mouse in the corner of her room. She also had the most beautiful feet that had captivated Bob on previous nights. The one night he decided to sneak into her room and smell her feet.
As Bob approached the bed not nearly as quietly as he intended he got a foot in the face. Allie beat the living crap out of him with that foot and gave no mercy. Bob learned his lesson. Don’t go smelling people’s feet or you’ll end up with one up your ass.
