Giving Yourself - Part 8, Proper Foot Slave (Patreon)

Oria bent closer with her face, sniffed you, then made a smirk, “you smell too good for a foot slave, we need to fix that”, then she grabbed a small nylon bag and put her foot inside, then placed a sneaker on top of it, she grabbed you and got up, then she walked to a shelf near her television, there was a tiny metal rod with strings attached to it, she pushed you to it and then carefully handcuffed you with your hands behind your back, you didn’t resist, you just shivered in fear, trying to understand what’s happening.

“That’s it”, she said and her shadow around you disappeared, you slowly turned back and she wasn’t around, you tried to look in all directions but the way you were handcuffed limited you, you were scared something terrible would happen soon.

Then Oria walked out her room with a sports bra and shorts, you couldn’t look at her feet from that angle.

Terrified, you followed her movements and she just walked out the house and locked the door behind her, what the hell is going on? You thought to yourself.

You couldn’t sit, and the way she handcuffed you was extremely uncomfortable, you just waited in pain for something to happen. Mad at yourself for not insisting with Hila in a more assertive way to not be sent here.

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After what felt like a very long time, the door opened and Oria walked in, her bra and shorts were literally wet from sweat, “such a hot and humid day, it’s perfect”, she said while adjusting her breathing, hanging the keys and walking towards you, “ok let’s see what we got”, she released you, grabbed you and threw you on the salon’s table like you are an object, she sat down and started removing her shoes.

She removed the first shoe and got her foot out, she made a disgusted face, “wow, the smell is horrible, look”, she placed her foot on top of you while you still laid on your back, smearing her nasty disgusting foot sweat all over you, you squirmed and tried to push it in vain, you felt like you are about to lose consciousness from the horrible smell.

She laughed, then started removing the other shoe, her foot was still in the nylon bag, it looked terrible, she carefully pulled it off without spilling anything, her foot was swollen from being wet, it had drowned in sweat, she held the bag up.

You couldn’t believe your eyes, it was more than half filled with her foot sweat, she smiled proudly, “oh my god I think that’s a new record”, she then spilled it carefully into a glass, it spilled slowly like a thick gravy fluid, even from there you could smell it, the odor was simply the worst thing you smelled in your life, you were disgusted like never before, covering your nose, your eyes burned and tearing.

It’s like Hila’s sweaty foot smell is literally heaven in parallel to that, it was unbelievable.

“Ok, everything is ready, now let’s fix your smell situation”, her sadistic smile showed up again, she grabbed you brutally and handcuffed you again to one of the toe ring’s strings that were on the table, then she held the ring, hanging you up in the air from your hands.

You wanted to scream but you just couldn’t take the breath for it. Looking at her smiling face sent you back to your worst nightmares from childhood, you opened your mouth but nothing came out, she sees how terrified you are and she just enjoyed it, you were literally her toy right now.

She held you above the glass, then slowly started descending you in, you looked down and saw the deep pool of her foot sweat, you finally started squirming, trying to climb up the string, trying to find a way to swing yourself out, but it was useless, it only entertained her more.

Your legs were dipped inside the sweat, it was hot, sticky, the smell almost killed you, you tried to somehow hold your breath but the smell was so strong it’s like it enters your body through your skin, it’s like you could feel her stink consume you, you looked up and just cried loudly, you finally found the voice to scream “I beg you! Please stop it! Ple-“

She dipped your whole body inside, you squirmed, swallowing disgusting foot sweat, you could see her blurry face through the thick sweat, you kicked the glass, you could see the teeth of her smile, she is probably laughing right now while you fight for your life.

Finally she pulled you out, “what’s that? Did you say anything?” She asked in glee.

“Please, I’ll die, you can’t do this to me”

“Oh I can’t?”

And she dipped you back in, it surprised you, you didn’t take a breath before, you squirmed, swallowing the disgusting sweat again, she pulled you back up, you coughed, a lot of her foot sweat came out of your mouth and nose, you just cried, figuring that no matter what you say it will just make everything worse.

“Good slave, that’s how I like you”, she released her grip next to the glass, you fell on your back, foot sweat splattered around you, you were still handcuffed.

It’s probably the most miserable moment of your life right now, you kept coughing and tried to get a hold of yourself, then you heard Oria sniff you again, her face was close.

“Perfect, now you smell like a proper foot slave”, she laid back and placed both her feet in front of you, you felt the heat even from here, you barely raised your head up and saw her wet disgusting sweaty feet and her smiling satisfied face way behind them.

“Poor little guy, get your tongue out and start working, otherwise I’m just going to throw you in the glass”, she threatened you with a casual happy voice, for her it was just a game.

Scared of being inside that glass again, you crawled as fast as you could to her closest foot, desperately kissing it, and then licking in despair, swallowing more of that nasty stinky foot sweat, but after a few licks you just couldn’t take it anymore and like a reflex your body just emitted everything out, you tried to get back into licking but then you just collapsed, falling and hitting the ground with your head, losing consciousness.

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End of part 8