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Brianna's New Foot Slave
🕑 Added 2023-12-04 00:22:58 +0000 UTCFoot worshipping, brain-washing, femdom, F/M
Danny had just about had it with his pain-in-the-ass neighbor. Despite each apartment containing enough space for them both to live comfortably, the two shared a remarkably thin wall. Danny lived alone, preferring as much isolation as he could manage from living in such a crowded inner-city area. He was a young man, focusing intently on his grad program with pretty much every waking minute of the day. He was bright and studious and highly determined to go as far in his field as he could.
His neighbor, however, regularly made this a challenge. She was just a few years younger than him, living on her own for the first time. Her presence was never lost on Danny. She would let her door slam shut when coming and going. She would talk loudly on her phone, conversations that Danny could hear well down the central hallway before she would even reach her door. She would play music and host parties all through the night, all of which could be heard from every room of Danny’s own apartment. As passive as he tried to be with the interruptions through the use of earplugs and buds playing his own music, there was little to Brianna’s disruptions that Danny could adequately ignore.
After a few weeks of Brianna moving in and Danny having done his best to simply turn away from the problem, he began to take the more direct approach. The first time he talked to Brianna, he knocked on her door and politely asked her to keep the noises to a minimum. Brianna reluctantly agreed and obliged, but only for a few days. When the noises returned, Danny asked again. He was still polite, but much more stern and serious, not a tone that Danny enjoyed taking with anyone. Brianna was even less cooperative the second time.
Every subsequent confrontation became more heated and equally as futile. Danny tried to get outside forces involved. He researched grounds of suing or even pressing charges and on several occasions made calls out to the police about noise complaints. Brianna would only grow more disgruntled by his efforts and show little sympathy for his plight.
So it came as a surprise when Brianna extended a strangely sweet gesture. One evening, she came to Danny’s door, holding a small plate with a white and pink cupcake. Danny answered to see her standing before him, her dark hair tied back above an ensemble of a plain white tank top and blue boy shorts that guided his eyes down her long, shapely legs to her bare feet. A black purse dangled from one shoulder.
“Hey, I… I just wanted to say I’m sorry,” Brianna said. “I know the living situation here isn’t ideal for anyone, but I should have been more mindful about you and everyone else really. I can be kind of stubborn at times and for that, I wanted to apologize.” Danny had braced himself for some form of retaliation and certainly not a genuine, heartfelt apology. He smiled and breathed a relieved sigh.
“Oh, well, thank you,” Danny said. “I really appreciate that.” His eyes continued to drift downward. In the more humble light, Brianna possessed an almost hypnotic attractive quality. Danny’s kindness was compelled by her own, coupled with the allure of her potential for sweetness and care.
“Yeah, so, I hope we can start over here, I guess,” Brianna said. “I made cupcakes for this function that I’ve been preparing for and had one left over. I was going to have it myself, but after I felt as bad as I have with all the trouble I’ve caused, I’d rather you have it.”
“Ah, thank you,” Danny said. He smiled and took the plate. “That’s really nice. Would you like to come inside for a bit?” Brianna smiled and nodded.
“Sure,” she said. Danny stood aside and let her enter. Brianna came in, looked around for a moment, and turned back to him. “Nice place. Much more neat than mine is right now.”
“It’s not much, but it works fine for the time being.”
“Apart from the thin walls, huh?” Brianna asked. She giggled as she looked around his living room. Danny brought the cupcake up to his kitchen counter as Brianna examined one thing after another. “Nice big tv, game systems, I bet you have a real nice computer too, huh?”
“It’s not bad,” Danny said. His eyes leered at Brianna from afar. He caught glimpses of her backside when she was turned around, scanning up and down her slender legs. “You, uh, wanna split this?” Brianna turned to see him standing ready at the cupcake.
“No thanks, I already had a bunch,” Brianna said. “Too many, if you’d ask my mother.” Danny laughed.
“I hear you,” Danny said. “Thanks again for this.” Danny picked up the frosted pasty and laid a delicate bite into the side of it. “Mmm, that’s pretty good. What kind is it?”
“Just a vanilla cupcake,” Brianna said. “I did add some stuff that wasn’t in the recipe for flavor, but it isn’t much.”
“I mean, it’s definitely better than just a vanilla cupcake,” Danny said.
“Thanks,” Brianna said. “I hope you like it!” Danny smiled and took another bite. A combination of familiar and unique flavors wrestled atop his tongue. He took another bite and then another, stopping just before finishing the whole thing. He stood at the kitchen counter, a perplexed look smeared across his face. His mind began to swim in a way it never had before. It was neither sickness nor drowsiness, but a feeling for which he had no immediate explanation. Brianna looked back as he picked at the treat. She smiled sweetly, plopping herself down on his couch. She set her purse down beside her within reach.
“This… um, I…” Danny tried to speak. He remained awake and alert, yet oddly not himself. Brianna positioned herself to lay longways across the couch, aiming her view to watch the young man familiarize his senses. His eyes continued to pull toward her, specifically her legs and feet until it was only her feet. He looked upon them in a way he never had, neither her nor anyone else's. There was an allure there that he had no explanation for, a strangely compelling desire to experience their warmth and appreciate their shape up close. Danny tried to shake the thoughts out of his mind, but his brain fought harder and harder to focus on them in both thought and desire. Brianna giggled a little as she laid back.
“You know, I’m a little surprised that actually worked,” Brianna said. “I mean, I was thinking that the worst case scenario would be that I paid a hundred dollars to watch you eat a cupcake with my foot-sweat baked into it. I really never expected the potion to work as advertised.”
“P-potion?” Danny asked, his mind directing his eyes back toward her feet. Brianna wiggled her bare toes for him to see, watching his eyes widen and mouth start to drop open.
“Just a little something I found,” said Brianna. “Pre-mixed with whatever substance you choose, consumption is supposed to make that person instantly addicted to that substance down to the biology and psychology. Tell me, did it work?”
“Pl… please…” Danny began to beg, his voice acting on its own compulsions.
“‘Please’ what?” Brianna asked. She giggled as she watched Danny anxiously inch closer.
“F… fe… uhhh…” Danny’s mouth salivated at the sight of Brianna’s bare soles. He grew incapable of pulling his eyes away from them, overcome with an uncontrollable desire to be near them. Gradually, more of the effects began to take hold. He found himself compelled toward desires that he never had before. He wanted nothing more than to feel Brianna’s warm, blushing soles pressed against his cheek. He wrangled with the curiosity of what they smelled like or what they tasted like pressed against his tongue. His mind raged with thoughts surrounding them and them alone.
“Wow, it really worked, huh?” Brianna asked. She threw her head back and laughed. “Ahh, you’ve been a real pain in my ass since the day I moved in. And now here you are begging. You know, you’re actually kind of cute now, seeing you all pathetic like this. I love it.” Danny came closer. He rushed forward toward her in a fit of lustful hunger for the feeling of Brianna’s bare feet. Seeing them closer, he could appreciate more of their enchanting qualities. Her soles were soft and bore the shade of fresh roses begging to have their new-bloom scents savored. Her toes were bubbly and painted a dark, enticing shade of red. They were each slender and immaculate in size and shape, bearing a radiant glow of untouchable perfection.
As Danny came forward, Brianna sat up. She stopped him, placing her feet on the floor and pulling him down to his knees.
“Look at me,” Brianna said sternly. Danny stared back from the ground, looking up at the woman. “How badly do you want my feet?”
“I… s-so badly, please…” Danny said, his mouth aching to know their taste.
“So badly, you just want to smell them and lick them and suck on them all night long, right?”
“Yes, please…”
“Awww, so badly that you just want to give your whole life to them? That you’d do anything to have them?”
“Yes! Please, I’ll do anything!” Danny cried. The aching need grew more and more. The more his mind centered on her feet, unable to think about anything else, the more painful it became not indulging in those desires. Brianna laughed at Danny’s anxious shivering, his eyes darting downward in a humbling display.
“Well then, if you want them so badly, then you’re going to do whatever I say, understand?” Brianna said, smirking back at the pitiful young man groveling before her.
“Yes, I… I swear, I’ll do anything!” Danny said sharply, trying to comprehend the thoughts coursing through his mind. The urge to feel their heat, to know their aroma, to indulge in their palette in his mouth, crippled his constitution and mental faculties. Brianna smiled at his pitiful shift in character.
“Goodie,” Brianna said. She reached for her purse and pulled out a small, folded stack of papers. She set them down on the coffee table in front of the couch, placing a pen next to them. “I’m going to make this really easy for you. If you want my feet, if you want to sniff my soles and feel my toes wiggling in your dirty little mouth, then you’re going to give everything you have, and everything you are, to me. Everything. Your apartment, your car, your bank account, every single thing you own, you’re going to sign it all over to me. You’re going to waive all of your rights and freedoms and be my little live-in foot slave. You will do everything that I say. I will control your entire life. Where you go, who you talk to, what you do. It’s all mine from here on out.”
Brianna grabbed the pen and handed it to Danny.
“And in return, I’ll let you service my feet when I’m in the mood,” Brianna said. She leaned in closer to Danny and whispered into his ear. “And I’m in the mood right now.” Thoughtlessly, Danny snatched the pen out of Brianna’s hand and turned toward the official documents laid out before him. He recognized the language throughout detailing the forfeiture of his assets and finances, but his mind stayed only on the excitement of getting to indulge in Brianna’s feet, showing little to no care for anything else. With swift swipes of the pen in all of the right areas, Danny signed away his life. Brianna chuckled in the face of the neighbor boy that had caused her so much strife.
“Oh my god, I can’t believe that worked!” Brianna said. “God, you’re so fucking pathetic, I love it!” Danny merely remained kneeling on the floor, staring back at her like a puppy waiting for a treat. Brianna packed the pen and papers back up in her purse. “Oh, I can’t wait to get this in. Might even make a copy and frame it for everyone to see just how much of a fucking simp you are. But in the meantime, I suppose you’ve earned this…”
Brianna leaned back on the couch. Danny’s mouth watered as he climbed up to take a seat next to her.
“Uh uh, off my couch,” Brianna said, pointing to the floor. Danny paused for a moment before sliding back down to kneel. “I know it’ll be an adjustment, but your apartment and everything in it, including you, belong to me now.” She crossed one leg over the other, dangling a foot in front of Danny’s face. “Isn’t that right, boy?”
“Yes,” Danny’s voice slipped through his conscious thought. He leaned forward, mesmerized by the sight of Brianna’s foot so close to his face.
“Good boy,” Brianna said. “Now then, only sniff. I don’t want you kissing or licking yet, not until you’ve earned it.” A confusion coursed through Danny’s mind trying to rationalize what all had just happened, and yet the submissive rising within him understood clearly, following an innate urge to obey as best as he could.
“Y-yes,” Danny said. He leaned in more, his eyes lost in the rosy scape of Brianna’s blushing sole.
“And how about you call me… mistress?” Brianna said, retracting her foot a bit.
“Yes, mistress,” Danny said, his reactionary responses flowing with much less hesitation. Brianna smiled.
“Oh, I like that,” she said, placing her foot back. “Alright then, go ahead, boy.”
From the floor of his own apartment, Danny gazed up into his future, his eyes feasting solely on the pair of feet that his senses craved more than anything else he ever had, a lust that broke him down into a husk of shivering need. Danny came in toward Brianna’s sole, dangling by the leg folded over the other. He reached up with his hands before stopping to Brianna’s voice.
“Ah, no touching,” Brianna said. “Just lean into it, idiot.”
“Y-yes, mistress,” Danny stammered out the words that flowed with odd, fluid complacency. The young man leaned his face in toward Brianna’s bare foot. He shivered at feeling the heat first brush against his face. His cock twitched and began to leak, his hands shaking against the urge to touch the girl’s foot. But Danny obeyed by a whim that left him questioning his own lack of resistance until even that thought left him. He pushed his face into the basking heat, drawing in a deep breath through his nose.
“Mmmmheheh, very nice,” Brianna said. “Keep sniffing.
Danny inched closer as the putrid warmth of Brianna’s foot covered more of his face. His eyes stayed locked onto her soles as his mind became further enraptured by their growing allure. Their beauty was immeasurable in his stare, their elegance matched by nothing else in the world. He became lost in the radiance of Brianna’s sole, immediately surrendering his unworthy being to indulging in the pleasures only they could provide. Danny eased his nose closer. He breathed in deep breaths, capturing the musky scent of Brianna’s foot, an odor he had despised his entire life only to find instantly irresistible. Brianna chuckled and kicked the boy gently as he pressed his nose against the center of her arch.
“That’s it, boy,” Brianna said, flipping her hair back. “Keep sucking it in.” Overcome with a fundamental drive toward his own lusts, Danny felt no other option than to obey for his reward. He drank in the rich, dense aroma of Brianna’s foot. Her sole was soft against his nose, faint wrinkles sprinkled across the milky pale arch. It was an odor as putrid as it was hypnotic, impossible to pull away from. It was the same scent Danny had always known and detested from the area, but it presented with an appreciation that steadily grew into a need as potent as hunger or thirst. Danny sucked in deep, longing breaths through his nose. He sniffed at the foot, apathetic and mindless to that which it cost him. Brianna grinned at the young man, humbling himself before her.
“God, you're so pathetic…” Brianna said. She switched her legs, presenting the other foot in front of Danny’s face. His eyes gazed back, lost in the splendor without a thought. “Now lick. I wanna see how good you are at cleaning.” Danny pushed his face back in, his tongue extended like a dog. His eyes rolled as he began licking at Brianna’s soft, humid sole. He drank down the taste left over in his saliva, the pervasive flavor filling his mouth matching that of the odor in his nose. He lapped hungrily at Brianna’s sole, tasting every last inch with a savoring embrace. Brianna watched and smirked. She cooed softly at the feeling of her new slave’s tongue so eagerly stroking and warming her foot.
“Hm, you really like this, don’t you?” Brianna asked. She chuckled. “You’re going to love what all I’m going to make you do then.” Danny could only focus on Brianna’s foot. The taste that poured through his mouth had become more important than memories of home or family. The feeling of Brianna’s delicate sole against his tongue flushed out harbored future aspirations. The senses stoked by the richness of the girl’s foot becoming the idol of his mind mattered more than anything Danny still had the ability to imagine. He sank further and further into the submission of his desires with every lick. The boy cleaned all over Brianna’s sole. He sucked at her toes and licked between each one, enjoying every single spit more than he had ever felt capable of enjoying anything.
Brianna laughed. She looked around the apartment that had become hers, reveling in the pleasures of being so doted on by the man who had become so much of a problem. She looked down at his lips wrapped around her toes, his expression void of thought beyond the devotion to her foot. She waved her foot a bit, catching how Danny would so desperately chase it with his mouth. The sadness in the display was not lost on Brianna. She knew that, with regular application of the potion, he would only become more trapped by his addiction. All the hard work he had done, all the friends and family he had loved over the years, waved away by a swish of her foot in front of his face. The sadness was there, but the sweetness in victory was far too decadent to deny.
As Danny continued to run his tongue across Brianna’s sole and toes, she pulled her phone out of her purse. She scrolled through apps, checked texts, and eventually called out to her friend.
“Hey,” Brianna said into the phone, staring down at the boy beneath her foot. “Yeah, it worked… I know, I really didn’t think it would, but he’s here now licking my feet, his dick all hard and shit, it’s so cute… Yeah, I went with your idea and you were right, he is cute down on his knees like this… what’s that? Oh, yeah, I got him to sign… Haha, yeah, all his shit. The car, the apartment, it’s all mine when I hand this in. And all for a chance to sniff my feet… Yeah, you and the girls should come by my new place. It’s a little dull, but we can fix it up nice. And you’ll all get to play with my new pet… heheh, yeah, he’ll clean everyone’s feet, won’t you, foot boy?... Yeah, let’s have all the girls come by tonight. We’ll order in whatever everyone wants, I’m sure his wallet’s around here somewhere… Right next door… Yeah, okay, see you then!”
Thus began Danny’s new life, dedicated to Brianna’s feet. The girl took pleasure in pushing the charity of the contract, along with exploiting the will of Danny’s addiction. He was largely confined to the apartment, only allowed to wear a full set of clothing when leaving to run errands for her. What remained constant was the chastity cage that she kept on Danny, ensuring his focus was perpetually on her pleasure rather than his own. She kept the boy locked up tight, only letting him out on rare and special occasions when he would be allowed to cum to the scent of her feet alone, without any additional stimulation.
Brianna enjoyed the domestic services of having Danny cook and clean regularly for her. Along with forfeiting his accounts, Danny was also required to drop out of school so as to best consolidate his time toward her needs, which he did so happily. As the addiction grew with further consumption of the sweat-laced potion, his ability to focus on anything else became severely hindered. Following his focus was his memory. Images and details of his past merely slipped away in favor of more focus and attention pulled toward Brianna’s feet.
Danny’s draw toward Brianna’s feet let her tell him to do just about anything to get his fix. She enjoyed watching him at the feet of others just as much. Her friends would come to visit regularly and Danny would be expected to spend hours sniffing and licking each sole and toe clean, which he did so mindlessly to the cackles of their tireless mockery. Brianna would invite her mother and sisters over for the same treatment, enjoying gossip and wine over the pathetic scrambling of Danny worshipping one foot after the next.
Brianna even threw a party, inviting all of the women in the building to come and experience Danny’s soft, wet tongue against their soles. She told them to bring their sweatiest, smelliest socks for Danny to suck clean. She would organize a group game where Danny would be on his hands and knees in the middle of the room, blindfolded, surrounded by everyone’s bare feet pointed toward him. Brianna would say the name of one of the women and Danny would have to find her by smell alone, each wrong answer extending his time in the cock cage by one week. By the end of the night, Danny’s tongue had polished very sweaty inch of feet clean and had confined himself to his cage an extra six months.
Brianna’s feet had assumed the meaning to Danny’s life. His mind stayed on them, urging him toward them whenever he was kept away. He sacrificed everything for them. He dedicated all of his time and energy toward them, most specifically toward her needs and wants under the implication of being rewarded with them. He longed constantly for their warmth, their boisterous scent and their musky flavor. He thought constantly of the pleasure he felt from pressing her soles against his lips like treasuring a goddess, thankful for every breath taken in their presence. Being without them was painful. It was an agony that guided him toward any deed or direction that would bring him even an inch closer to their majesty.
Brianna lived comfortably with that annoying, obnoxious neighbor no longer bothering her. She was free to be as loud and as abrasive as she pleased. He served her every desire like the queen she was, and all for the opportunity to be near her feet.
Brianna smiled down at her revenge plot, watching the same lips that complained so much not three weeks prior suckle eagerly at her toes.
