Excitedly, you take your slaves by the hand, taking them to the dressing area in the back. Sitting excitedly on the couch, you order Claire and Thomas to kneel before you. They did so without hesitation, looking up at you obediently waiting to fulfill your desires. You raise your legs up, ordering them to take your socks and shoes off, "And take your time." you add. The two take a foot each, Thomas on the right, and Claire on the left, slowly untying your shoes and pulling them off. You sigh as your feet feel the cool air, and giggle as their fingers slowly pull off your socks.
The two hold your feet tenderly, gazing intently at them. You knew it was due to your hypnosis, but a small part of you liked to think they just found them that mesmerizing. Pressing your feet forward, you smile excitedly as you look at your new slaves, "Pamper my feet." You say, "Lick them, and kiss them and don't stop."
Obediently, your slaves begin their new orders. Thomas started with a kiss on your eel, and began to trail upward, planting tender kisses all over your toes. He covered your foot in kisses multiple times, before pausing at your big toe. Slowly, he began to suck on it, taking in your other toes until they were all in his mouth. His tongue ran across them, the warm breath he exhaled tickling your foot.
Claire, meanwhile, had gone all out with surprising zeal. Normally a fresh slave would not have much in the way of energy towards pampering you, yet you couldn't help but notice that she was licking your foot almost eagerly. You began to wonder if she had a thing for feet naturally, and part of you hoped that that was the case. After a quick word, you had Thomas mimic Claire, letting them massage your feet with their tongues. Letting out a pleasant sigh, you slump back onto the couch, your eyes drifting shut at the pleasant sensation.
You awoke a bit later, noticing first of all that your slaves were still going strong. They had kept up their worshiping throughout your nap, licking and sucking with vigor. You watched them go at it before deciding enough was enough. You ordered them to stop for now, wiping your feet on their clothes, before telling them to lie on the ground, with their feet facing each other. You hurry over, sitting between the two pairs of feet, lifting them to where they covered your face. The feel of four soft feet on your face excited you, and you began to think of who's feet you should focus on first.
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