Obedience

Obedience
(Practicing unconventional dialogue, detailed
foot fetish elements, and dark overtones.)
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Awoken from a strange, motionless slumber, your eyes fluttered open. The room was pitch black, and you were lying on the floor, suffering from a strange ache in your throat. Even stranger, though, was the soft breeze you felt flowing across your seemingly exposed genitals. It was hard to decipher your situation from within this complete darkness, limited solely to what your senses could perceive. Your limbs were stretched outward, each one fastened securely to each corner of the hefty rug lying beneath your naked frame. Whoever brought you to this place intended to keep you here for a lengthy amount of time. This became apparent when you sat there powerless, stricken by an abnormal amount of fatigue and left unable to harness even an ounce of strength. From the grimy, moistness of your skin, it felt like you had been sweating for hours without rest. But this was no marathon – you were sitting in the dark, helpless to your captor’s whims, all while you lacked the key memories that brought you here.

“Ah, you’re awake?”

With the audible flick of a light switch, the darkness within the room vanished, revealing a leather couch beside you. As you turned your head to investigate, your gaze was greeted by a familiar pair of bare feet relaxing on the floor beside your carpet. These were the feet of a mature, working woman, having been left toughened and smooth from their ceaseless interaction with all manner of high heeled shoes. You were certain that you knew the owner of these feet, even before peering further up the couch. It was your precious girlfriend’s mother, Carrie, whose decadent, uncaring stare seemed to extend across the entirety of your exposed flesh. She wore nothing but a thin, white blouse to cover her well-endowed chest, followed by a pair of black panties to conceal the naughty feminine bits between her womanly thighs. Such an erotic choice in clothing spoke only of Carrie’s malicious intentions.

“W-Wuh... where are my clothes? What is this…?”

“Oh, those tired, old things were just in the way. I’m sure you understand.”

You were still confused, trying to understand the scope of your situation. In this vein, you now addressed the cool sensation wafting between your legs. Struggling to examine the cause of this breeze, you noticed a small, computer fan hooked up right in front of your genitals. This was where the perpetual, cooling zephyr was coming from.

“…W-Why is there a fan?”

“Oh, that’s to stem your excitement. I thought it obvious, but you’re here to reflect upon your behavior; you cannot enjoy this. My daughter may have been thrilled to find such a unique man, one who is prepared to lick even the dirt off her soles if she so willed it… but I was disgusted.”

Carrie’s lack of remorse was almost as astonishing as her knowing about your foot fetish, a personal secret that you had kept hidden for years, up until meeting your current girlfriend. Something warned you that she was going to use this attraction to feet to her advantage… and unfortunately, she was already finding moderate success. Carrie curled her foot and idly thumped the bulky carpet with the tip of her big toe, as if to signify her growing interest in your gaze.

“My daughter has a bright future ahead of her, and definitely needs a partner much cleaner than you – and so, here we find ourselves. You – naked, drugged, and immobilized. Me – barefoot, ready, and able to proceed with interrogating my poor, little captive.”

Your vision swayed back and forth – to her face when she spoke, and then back to her feet when they stirred. While in no sense of the word were her feet flexible, they possessed a powerful allure that only an older woman could generate. What’s more, Carrie had clearly invented new, more fitting methods of foot teasing to suit the passive nature of her feet. You were certain that she intended to make her feet the liveliest part of her body for this ‘interrogation.’ There was a ready distraction from this thought, however. It was an ache you felt in your spine, along with an occasional bout of fuzziness plaguing your vision, an effect that was painlessly ousted through a few blinks. No doubt the way that Carrie spoke to you was disturbing, but combined with these strange hints, it felt like you had been here for much longer than she implied. This was when you realized the possibility of something even more frightening – this may not have been the first time that Carrie had been there to see you awaken.

You gambled the future of your conversation on this chance. “How many times … have we done this?”

Carrie responded with a knowing smirk. It was no surprise that you were still vaguely lucid, but she seemed to have some faith in the powerful drugs that surged through your system. This was nothing but an educated guess, and the both of you were aware of this.

“Well, not counting your initial doping, four times. I’ll admit, I was growing weary the first time, so I just sent you back to sleep. It didn’t take much effort with the initial batch still flowing through you, but you maintained quite the erection for some time. In fact, it was so interesting that I made a game out of it.”

She flexed her feet backward, pressing her shapely heels against the edge of the carpet. With slow, subdued movements, she ran her soles against a short length of the carpet, allowing the old embroidery to grind against the flat of her heels.

“Of course, I would never touch such a filthy thing, and yet you still reacted so intensely to my feet. Whenever it would go flaccid, I would rest both my feet on your face, and then it would come back just as strong as before. Boy, I knew you fond of them, but for it to show even when you were unconscious… you must think really highly of my feet. You’re just trying to make a woman blush, huh?”

“…How is that any confirmation of a foot fetish? I was unconscious!”

“Would you like me to try again?”

Carrie let out a soft sigh, raising her foot to your face. She held it there threateningly, allowing you full view of her mesmerizing sole. You knew what her intentions were, as your groin struggled to lend voice to your sexual desires. However, your eyes simply couldn’t be pried from her foot. The bottom of her feet were almost featureless, left compacted and smooth from constant evenings on her feet… and yet, the subtle curves that flowed along her arch and her heel seemed to imply that there was always much more for you to appreciate. Not before long, your erection was apparent, albeit not quite as strong as before she turned the fan on. With such undeniable evidence, refuting the truth was now pointless.

“…Fine. You’re right, I have a foot fetish.”

With a mischievous expression, Carrie withdrew her foot, crossing her legs as she impishly flexed the sole of her foot that you continued to lay eyes upon. She was pleased with this victory, and her feet were keen on conveying such flagrant emotions.

“Anyways, you were still resistant the second time. There wasn’t much progress, so I merely doped you again. That’s when I turned on the fan – and wow, that really made an impact. Watching that poor, little dick of yours struggling to lend your pleasure a voice – it was so fun to watch.”

“The third time…”

She paused, leaving you mildly curious.

“What about the third time?”

“Ah… I may have lost my temper that time. How’s that throat?”  

Carrie revealed a sadistic grin, switching her crossed legs as she draped one leg over the other. She stretched the toes of her dangling foot, implying their malevolent participation in the events that resulted in this crushing ache. It was difficult to balance your emotions upon contemplating this, especially if Carrie truly had choked you out with her bare feet. You had no idea what Carrie might do if your struggles were to continue further.

“The fourth time was much more to my liking. We talked about her a lot; my daughter, your girlfriend. You seemed so disappointed in yourself. I don’t know what did it – maybe the drugs flowing through your veins… the shame of being so openly seduced… or maybe even the effect that these two feet of mine are having against your willpower, but you just gave up. You might as well have been begging for more of my poison, if only to flush away the embarrassment.”

With the single foot that remained flat on the ground, Carrie tapped the floor with her toes, bringing her digits to the apex of an upward stretch before letting gravity take them back down to the floor. The crisp, fleshy thump of each toe striking the ground left butterflies in your stomach – a constant reminder of your incomprehensible fondness for Carrie’s feet.

“This is the fifth time… and I have higher expectations of you than I had for your estranged past selves.”

This entire scenario was wrong. Your thoughts struggled between the pleasure of a wet dream come to life, and the fear of a nightmare having fused with reality. It was difficult to explain the reasons behind your attraction to Carrie… that was, until you returned to the past for answers.

Many times you had come over to visit your girlfriend at her home, and but this time was different. Trying to summon her with the doorbell, you were instead greeted by her barefoot mother, Carrie, who informed you that her daughter had yet to return from school. This was where the conversation should have ended… but that wasn’t the case. She invited you inside her home to wait for your girlfriend alongside her. Such a considerate offer was hard to refuse, so you accompanied her to the living room. 

Carrie took a seat in one of the two leather couches that lined opposing sides of the wooden coffee table that acted as a centerpiece for the television area. She turned her head to the plasma television that was wedged inside an outdated entertainment system, returning her attention to whatever drama she was watching before you arrived. You took a seat on the couch opposite of Carrie, easing yourself into the situation when you noticed Carrie prop both of her feet up onto the coffee table that acted as a divider between you and her. This position allowed you the full view of her bare soles, which was an invitation that your eyes simply could not refuse. Your peeks soon turned into full-blown stares when you realized that Carrie was far too concerned with her television show to notice your admiration. It was from that day onward that you deliberately arrived at your girlfriend’s house when she wasn’t there, knowing full well it was to enjoy another afternoon gazing upon Carrie’s enthralling feet.

You were too obstinate to realize it at the time, but all those sessions with Carrie were more exciting than the time you actually spent with her daughter. The evidence was overwhelming; you had a crush on Carrie. There was no way you could reveal this to her. She was playing with you – trying to make you as flustered as possible, through whatever means she considered acceptable, likely in order to divulge this dangerous information from the secrecy of your thoughts. However, even though you were on the receiving end of her punishments, your attraction to Carrie only developed further. Against your best efforts to avoid this outcome, you were once again enjoying this special time with Carrie and her feet.

“My daughter confides in me for everything, you know.”

Uncrossing her legs, Carrie wedged both of her heels into the carpet. Not only did this new position highlight the depth of her toes, allowing the shadows to bathe her feminine curves, but it also brought her feet closer to your face than they ever were before. Giving you little time to adjust to this sudden stimulation, Carrie mounted the pressure. She picked up a slender remote control, pointing to the fan and then clicking a button. With this, the little fan came to a sudden halt. The machine that kept your pleasure in check had ceased its constant flow of cooling air, and within seconds, you could already feel a surge of warm blood flowing back into your genitals.

“She was so thrilled last night, it all just gushed out. Everything she knows, I know. Everything you spoke to her, you also spoke to me. And everything that she discovered… I discovered. I told her that knowing a man’s greatest weakness would turn the tide of any discussion – and here we are to prove that true.”

“Weakness…?” She couldn’t possibly have meant…

“Let’s see how unwilling you are after this.”

Suddenly, a twitch of her toes caught your eye. Your vision was instantly drawn to her feet, trying to decipher the reason behind this movement. Then it occurred again. Carrie subtly flexed her toes, using her low range of motion to her advantage. It was the slightest of movements, but you were completely stunned by the scene unfolding before you. Her toes began to extend their motions, acting in quicker succession, and with greater purpose. You now knew what she meant to do. Carrie was looking to tease you into submission, and there was no better way to go about this than to utilize your greatest weakness – the wiggling toes of a female foot. While this started as a mere attraction, your liking towards wiggling toes evolved into something far beyond that. A beautiful woman wiggling her toes would have the potential to divulge each and every truth that you meant to keep hidden, so long as her toes remained in motion. It was a unique brand of torture effective only against you, and Carrie knew.

With her toes pointed at you, she repeatedly curled these digits in place. They flowed through the air in front of your face, allowing you naught but a brief sample of the highly carnal scent wafting off her bare feet. This was when her soft, seductive voice rang out from above.

“Do you like my feet?”

To such a pointless question, Carrie was sure to already have known the answer. However, her reason for asking this was to admit your attraction. As you surmised, this was no longer about her daughter. She was trying to seduce you, for what you imagined to be her own desires.

"Please, we’ve already been through so much together. You should embrace our progress.”

With Carrie’s words slowly eroding your resistance, you struggled against the cruel pleasure that filled your mind. You writhed about, pulling against your bindings as you tried to escape the enticement of her wiggling toes. However, you were fastened tightly to the floor, feeling only as each failure to escape sapped the precious strength you needed to combat the powerful influence of her feet. Sensing your limit, Carrie made another push. She brought one of her feet closer, pressing it against your stomach as she draped her wiggling toes over the gradual curve of your abdomen. As if feeling the warmth of her foot upon your cold, naked flesh was not enough, Carrie implemented a new tactic – lightly caressing your skin with her feminine toenails. This was a sensation you could have dreamt in nights previous, as you rolled your head back to avoid seeing this exquisite display of her influence over you. However, you could still feel her toes, ever so softly caressing the bare skin of your stomach in the most intimate fashion possible. Being unable to see such a display seemed to make the experience harder to handle. As each of her movements brought you closer to the edge, you soon admitted to the futility of resisting her tactics any longer. You were broken; lying motionless on the carpet, with your erection standing at full-strength, twitching incessantly to confess your true feelings towards this beautiful, dominating woman. Carrie let out a victorious giggle, having succeeded in her efforts once again.

“Now, let’s try this again. What do you love, my dear?”

“…I love your feet, Carrie.” 

Pleased by your confession, Carrie removed her foot from your abdomen. She moved both of her feet closer to you, dropping both of her heels into a portion of the carpet a mere few inches from your face. Carrie then flexed her feet upward, allowing you the closest view of her bare soles you had ever seen, as she wedged her heels against the grain of the carpet for added equilibrium. You feared that she would resume your interrogation from this new position, but this was not the case. Her toe wiggling came to a slow, allowing them only a mere pulse of movement every couple of seconds to maintain your devoted loyalty, along with the stiffness of your erection. However, now it was her turn to reveal something. With your attention so callously gathered upon her bare feet, you had to forcibly avert your eyes to see Carrie unbuttoning the thin, white blouse from her chest. While her breasts were remarkable, you noticed the fact that her nipples were just as rigid as your erection. She was gaining pleasure from your suffering – from making you squirm beneath the intricate movements of her toes – and yet, there was still something deeper to this.

“Do you really think I never caught on? All those evenings I spent with you, allowing your lustful eyes to absorb — every — single — detail — that my feet had to offer.”

Carrie slipped her hands up towards her breasts, where she began to lovingly grope herself. Her fingers reached inward, tantalizing the pink flesh of her nipples with slow, circular motions. With a loving touch, she flexed her firm nipples back and forth, letting out a soft moan of pleasure in the process.

“I could feel the reach of your lecherous gaze deep within me, tickling my sensitive insides… I knew you liked me, and I knew you liked my feet… but over the course of our time together, I have grown rather fond of you myself. I mean, we haven’t even done anything serious, and already we’re both quite hard, aren’t we?”

Resuming your merciless torture, Carrie’s toes quickly came back to life, wiggling up storm from their new position to entice you one step closer to pledging your eternity to this devious, entrancing woman. With her feet only a few inches from your face, you were subject to her full range of foot ministrations. You watched intently as Carrie flexed her toes, noting her movements one-for-one as they occurred. This was a wave of eroticism, with one toe gliding down right beside the other, allowing its surge of pleasure to envelop your entire being. With no will left to fight off her actions, you were caught up in her current, as her toes rolled back with the tide, only to repeat the process naught but a moment later. The results of her torture were utterly devastating. Not only was your erection obvious, but it was one far more potent than you had ever experienced before, quivering violently from your continued stimulation. And yet, Carrie refused to cease her movements.

“I want someone like you available to me, always. After all, only I can handle your sickness – only I can handle those truly revolting desires of yours.”

You were exhausted and out of breath, with your concentration swinging wildly between a dull, unclear gaze and lustful, attentive stare. This was a sensation wrought by Carrie’s meticulous use of her wiggling toes, a sign that she had effectively broken you. You loved this woman, and even as she finally revealed her true intentions, your will to fight back was nonexistent. Her toes allowed a breach into your vulnerable thoughts, where her corrupt realities entered and took roost within your mind. You accepted her suggestions, because your beloved Carrie surely knew what was best for you, a reprehensible slave to the female foot. If her goal was to gain your complete and unrelenting servitude, then this was what she would wholeheartedly receive.

“There isn’t a soul apart from me who can please you with their feet, and you remember that. I want you to swear to me, that your eyes will forever remained fixated on these feet of mine… and in return, I’ll ensure that these feet will never be presented to anyone’s gaze besides your own. All I need is one…”

Carrie withdrew one of her feet, bringing it back to the base of the couch where a small, already open vat of unknown substance awaited. She extended her big toe, and heedlessly deposited it into the contents of this container multiple times. It was here that she pulled her foot away from the container. A translucent, white powder adhered loosely to the pad of her big toe. It stuck to her skin like fresh flour, likely clinging to the footsweat she had accumulated over the course of your mutually exhausting interrogation. When she brought this toe to your mouth, it was no surprise what she expected of you.

“This is your medicine… take it all in, and these feet will be yours, and yours alone.”

Her level of preparation was astonishing. This wasn’t some paltry effort – Carrie was equipped for every step of your interrogation. It was becoming hard to believe that at any point in time did you stand a chance against her efforts, which only gave light to the seriousness of her seduction. The woman you saw here was whom you truly loved, and were ready to spend your life for.

And so you took that final plunge, opening your mouth and extending your tongue to welcome her toe into your moist, humidified orifice. Carrie grinned, inserting her toe into your mouth, where you closed your lips around this eagerly awaited offering. Your wet tongue flowed across the pad of her toe, discovering not only that this ‘medicine’ of hers was tasteless and bland, but that it trait allowed the precious taste of her footsweat to soak through and become ever more noticeable with each lick. However, the effects of the medicine were quick to take hold on your consciousness.

Your body grew weaker as the potent chemicals entered your system, calmly dismantling your senses piece by piece. Vision was its first target, as motionless patches of darkness started to fragment your perception of the world, and in direct consequence, your view of Carrie’s feet. The rest of your senses picked up the slack, until your sense of smell and sense of touch crumbled beneath the devastating effects of the chemicals purging your entire system. While it was an entirely painless process, you were frantically working the powder off her big toe, accepting more of these chemicals in an attempt to reach the richest sample of her flavor beneath. And within moments, your sense of taste, too, was gone. With nothing but your sense of hearing remaining, all you could hear was Carrie’s triumphant laughter. Regardless of what she had planned, you were prepared for a future with this woman. Up until now, your relationship had been one of longing, based on vivid fantasies that you would one day share your lust with this woman. This was no longer the case. Carrie wanted you to prostrate before her, and in turn, you wanted to appease her most repugnant desires. As your consciousness began to fade, you knew that it would all change the next time you awoke; your relationship would no longer be one of longing, but of pure, unadulterated desire.

“Sleep well… your obedience is only the first step, my dear foot slave.”