|FORCED SLAVERY TO MISTRESS
This story is an original work of the author and is purely fiction, so any resemblance to any specific person or location is quite unintentional. But could this story really happen......certainly it could. Please contact the author at the given address below, before attempting any redistribution of this story. Feedback or comments regarding this story are always appreciated and welcome. Please submit comments to: email@example.com Content warning: This story contains: mind control / female dominance / hypnosis/strong sexual content.
I kneel on the hardwood floor, naked, my head bowed, waiting for you to come to me. I’m not sure what to expect. The ad in the paper just said “strict female in need of an assistant”. The number I called had specific instructions for our first meeting. It gave the address, time, and the exact position I must place myself into before meeting you. I had chatted with Dommes from time to time on the internet, but this was my first real experience. I wasn’t sure if it was more a pure fantasy for me or if I really wanted to go through with this. It was too late to change my mind now. I kneeled there listening to the clicking of your heels as you entered the room and walked around me, eyes piercing me, a coil or rope dangling from your fingers, eyeing up your prey and making up your mind where to start.
You approach men and pull my arms behind my back. You begin wrapping the ropes around my wrists as you give an evil grin. You tell me that since this is our first meeting, you can’t take the chance I will change my mind and try to escape. I begin to feel like I’ve gotten myself in way over my head. You laugh as the ropes tighten and I begin to become helpless before you. You push into my back with your heel and it sends me toppling forward onto my stomach, forehead to the ground.
My ankles get tied next and pulled to my wrists where they are secured, insuring I will be going nowhere and providing no real resistance until you decide to let me go. I am totally helpless before you as the last knot is pulled tight. You step back and survey me. You smile a wicked smile as you tell me it was a big mistake to come over. You have so many things you want to try.
You tell me that when you were jogging this morning you were trying to decide how you wanted to use me and what type of training I would be getting. You tell me that you had a footslave properly trained but his job had him transferred out of the Country and you miss his skills so much. I begin to get nervous as you go on. Seeing the look on my face, you tell me that I shouldn’t be much of a challenge and you have decided that I would make a good replacement. I start to protest, but you tell me to shut the hell up as you stuff your old running sock into my mouth and secure it there with a strip of duct tape.
You mock me by telling me that you love sound of silence as you listen to my muffled moans for mercy into the gag. You watch the grimace on my face and giggle as my saliva reactivates the sweat in your sock and I begin to taste your feet. You laugh and tell me to get used to the taste because I will be tasting your feet a whole lot in the coming months and years. “And oh, by the way” you say “I hope you don’t have any plans on going anywhere real soon, because in order for me to get you properly enslaved to my feet I am going to need to keep you here in my apartment and restrained for the next few weeks”. You tell me that you have already called in to my office and told the secretary that I will be using my saved up vacation in order to get away from the area for a while and relax. You tell me to drop all hope of escape or rescue because you’ve taken care of all the loose ends and no one is going to be looking for me for a few weeks.
I pull at the ropes, but they are tight. I'm not going anywhere. I hear the click of your heels once more as you circle me, eyeing your new toy... thinking of which devious thought you want to try first. I hear you walk behind me and try to turn my head to see what you are doing. Just as I begin to turn everything goes dark as a silk blindfold is tied tightly over my eyes. I wiggle my head to get my eyes free, but you are too quick. All is black. My hearing gets hypersensitive as my other senses are slowly taken away.
I hear you get up and move about the room, going over to the counter I saw in the room when I first entered. I hear the clicking of your heels as you return. My head is pushed to one side and held still as I feel you begin to stuff something in my ears... cotton balls... tightly. My head is turned. You tell me that you are taking away my senses so I will be forced to fully concentrate on what you are going to be doing to me. You order me to focus my mind on my slavery to you and my helplessness to stop you. Then a cotton ball is stuffed into my other ear.
Finally a pair of headphones is placed over my ears and I hear your soft sensual voice. You tell me that I am your foot slave now and forever and there is nothing I can do about it. You tell me that my will is yours and you own me. I am nothing but property to you. My world goes dead. Without my sense of sight or I am forced to concentrate on your voice.
With the cotton balls in my ears and the headphones I can no longer hear you. I have a feeling of total aloneness. Out of no where, I feel something cold and gel like rubbing on my ass. I moan as you tease my rear. I pull at the bonds and flex my muscles as you slowly insert a small dildo. I scream into the gag but all you hear is a muffled whimper. You slide the dildo in and out slowly, then push it all the way in. I feel it begin to tingle as you turn the vibration on slow. I lie there moaning into the gag and pulling at the ropes but I am helpless to stop you. Your voice continues to reiterate my position as your slave.
Suddenly I feel a stockinged foot on the back of my head pressing down, holding my face firmly to the floor. I try to resist but you are too strong for me. I think I heard a faint laugh but can't tell with the headphones on. Then the strongest aroma hits me. I scream into the gag as the stench fills my nostrils. Something hot, moist, and silky is pressed under my nose. I can only assume it's your stockinged foot fresh from the pair of heels you've been obviously wearing for quite a while.
The voice in the earphones then recites back that I am to consider myself lucky to be the new footslave of such a devoted Mistress. My training as Mistress Raven’s footslave has begun. Your voice in the headphones orders me to concentrate on the aroma of your divine feet. I try to inhale fresh air through my mouth but the gag prevents that. I inhale deeply through my nose and you feel the cool air being drawn between your toes. I struggle to resist but you easily hold my head still with your other foot.
The voice in my ears orders me to breathe deeper slave. With each breath you grow weaker and fall deeper under my spell. You want my feet, you need my feet, you will serve my feet. Your voice is slow and hypnotic. The attack on my senses is overwhelming. I try to put my mind on other things, but your voice keeps drawing me back to serving your feet. I can't get it out of my mind. Little do I realize the hypnotic effect.
I feel the vibrations on the dildo increase, and assume that you have raised the setting. My cock drips precum beneath me wetting the carpet. I lose all track of time. The tape being played in my ears is set on a loop to play over and over and over... driving me deeper under your spell. After a half hour or more of the treatment I am exhausted from struggling and rock hard. You get close to finishing lesson one, but have two more things to do.
I am rolled over onto my back fairly easily. One foot is placed back over my helpless nose and the earphones are removed. I hear your voice telling me that I am being trained to be your footslave. All my focus will be to your feet. I will worship them, learn to love their aroma, and will eventually only be able to orgasm with their scent. Your other foot is placed over my crotch and you begin to tease me.
You slowly rub up and down, telling me to breath deep if I want you to continue. I take several deep breaths of your foot as you rub faster. You tell me to associate the pleasure I am receiving with your feet and their aroma. Your voice is hypnotic. As I build to orgasm you keep bringing my association of pleasure back to your feet. I buck against the ropes. Suddenly I begin to orgasm... the most intense of my life. I strain at the ropes and scream into the gag. You order me to smell Mistress Raven’s feet. I suck in the smell as my orgasm subsides.
You tell me that with continued training I will learn to love the aroma of your feet and in time I will be unable to cum unless I am smelling your feet. At that time bondage will no longer be necessary since I will do anything you say just to be allowed one sniff of your feet. I will no longer think of another woman because I will be unable to perform without your feet in my face.
You say, "welcome to hell slave". Then you tell me goodnight as you replace the earphones. You pick up your heel and press it over my face, forcing my nose deep inside and then tie it in place so I can’t shake it off. You walk away... leaving me hogtied, blindfolded, gagged, deaf, and forced to smell your shoe for the night. I moan into the gag begging you to let me go, but you ignore me and walk away... thinking of the many things you still want to do to me to ensure I am both mentally and physically bound to you as your footslave forever.
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