Sole Mates
by Mesmer's Bauble
Mary tried not to laugh at the message that popped up on her iPhone. She started to text back, 'I can feel you Kim, my mom's been driving me crazy all week about getting new pair of shoes. I have no idea why. I'm actually out with her right now.'
Just as she pressed “send” her mother grabbed her wrist and pulled her to keep walking. Mary sighed and pocketed her phone. They moved quickly thought the upscale mall, ignoring stores she would have liked to browse at, as her mother practically dragged her towards this new shoe store she was so enamored with. A wave of annoyance passed through Mary, she was 12 years old she didn't have to be led around like a child, and she didn't see why she needed new shoes. She had just gotten a pair of winter boots few months ago.
Still her mother was not to be deterred and when they rounded the next corner Mary saw their destination 'The Glass Slipper Boutique'. It was situated in an out of the way corner of the mall, it was down a dead end and the storefronts near it were empty covered with coming soon signs. The Glass Slipper itself stood out, its storefront was white and there were small lit glass displays each with a pair high class shoes for women or girls. Her mother practically ran to the door which was smooth white, and oddly without knob or handle. Her mother pressed a buzzer that was barely noticeable and a voice came from a hidden intercom.
"Glass Slipper, how can I help you?" the voice was that of a young girl. It surprised Mary, the girl didn't sound much older than her.
"Karen Marcus here with her daughter." Mary was taken aback, not only was this a very strange way to enter a shop but her mother’s tone was… wrong. Her mother was assertive to the point of rudeness most of the time but her tone had been pleading, as if she was worried they wouldn't be allowed in.
"Of course, Mrs. Marcus. Enter." Mary heard a click and as her mother pressed against the door it opened silently. They stepped quickly into the shop and the door swung shut behind them. Mary heard the lock click back into place.
The interior of the shop looked much more like an upscale bridal shop then any shoe store Mary had ever seen. There was a large circular couch in the middle of the room with shoes displayed artfully around the edges of the room. Several thick white curtains hid what were probably other parts of the store. From behind one of them two women stepped out, both women wore suits with very short skirts, one in white and one in scarlet. They were both stunningly attractive Asian women, younger than her mother but it was hard to tell by how much. They had long black hair and curves that filled out their outfits; they looked like they could be sisters.
“Welcome back to The Glass Slipper, Mrs. Marcus.” The woman in white spoke in a rich deep tone, steady and at ease.
“And this must be your daughter; she is a very beautiful young girl.” The woman in scarlet spoke in the same way but her voice was light and airy.
“Yes, Mary! My daughter! Mary, this is Ms. White and Ms. Red, they are the owners.” Her mother's voice was eager and excited and Mary raised an eyebrow at that as much as at the women and their obviously fake names.
“Yeah... nice to meet you.” Mary spoke with the bored I-don't-want-to-be-here tone that every preteen seemed to master. “So what’s with the store, I know my parents have cash but this place is upscale even for them.” She looked around dramatically, “Seriously, we're the only customers?”
Her mother looked at her with a horrified expression. “MARY! Behave yourself! I'm so sorry for my daughter's poor behavior.”
Ms. White smiled slowly. “Do not worry yourself. Mary why don't you accompany Ms. Red and pick out a few styles you'd like to try on.”
Ms. Red gave Mary a bright smile and moved towards one of the curtains. “This way.” She lifted the curtain, revealing a smaller room on the other side with far more shoes on display. Mary gave a huff, ducked under Ms. Red's arm, and moved inside. As she looked around Mary did a bit of a double take. She was not enjoying the stark and richy-rich style of the store at all but the selection was... very impressive. The walls were lined with examples of almost every style of shoe she could imagine, from the nicest sneakers to the dressiest dress shoes. She hated to admit to the old cliché but she liked shoes and this place had some nice shoes. Today might not be so bad after all.
“I take it you approve of our selection?” The so called Ms. Red said with a smile in her voice. Mary realized that she had been looking around for quite a while, taking everything in.
“Yeah, they're nice, I guess” She tried to keep up her I-don't-care attitude but she knew she wasn't being very convincing.
“Well, before you choose anything why don't I measure your feet?” Ms. Red reached up and pulled an object off of one of the higher shelves. It looked like the kid-sized metal foot measurer thingy only it was lined in some sort of cloth, probably to make it more comfortable. “If you could just take off your shoes and socks?”
Mary shrugged and sat on the small bench in the middle of the room, reaching down and pulling her boots and socks off. She scrunched her nose a little at the unpleasant smell but Ms. Red was obviously used to it and made no comment, she just got down on one knee and let Mary slide her foot into the measuring device. It was a pleasant surprise to find it soft and warm rather than the usual cold metal. Ms. Red began adjusting the sliders when Mary felt a stab of pain in her foot.
“OW!” she pulled her foot out of the device and turned it over to see a small drop of blood welling up from the middle of her heel.
“I'm so sorry; there must be a loose staple or something in the cloth. Sit right there, I'll grab something for you to wipe that with and a new Brannock.” Ms. Red gave her an apologetic look before standing and leaving the room.
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As soon as the curtain closed, blocking sight and muffling sound, Ms. White crossed the room stood very close to Karen. She wrapped one arm around the woman’s waist, pulling her close. She leaned over so her mouth was right next to Karen’s ear. Ms. White began to speak, her voice husky and suggestive, her breath sending tingles up and down Karen’s spine.
“So, how have you been? Have you been a dirty little footslut? Are you creaming your panties right now thinking about what we're going to do to your precious little Mary. Tell me everything.” Ms. White's hands began roaming over Karen's body as she spoke, caressing her skillfully.
“Yes Ms. White,” Karen's face was a mask of desire as she panted with excitement and need. After a long pause, the words came pouring out. “After you taught me what I was, I couldn't get them out of my mind. They were all I could think about... the perfect shape, the sexy smell, the taste, the feel; they make me so horny and submissive. All I want to do is worship them. Mmmmm feet.... the younger the better. I got more and more horny thinking about them and started to masturbate anytime I was alone. First it was just to my imagination but soon I was sucking on my own toes and looking at foot fetish porn on the web. I came so hard!”
Ms. White's hand had found its way between her legs as she spoke and soon she was getting finger fucked, trying to focus on her story and not the pleasure.
“Then I noticed Mary's feet, so young and sexy.... I knew it was wrong but it felt so right! I watched her when she took her boots off and then came back later to smell them while I touched myself and I came even harder. I even masturbated in her room one night.”
Ms. White smiled wickedly, “Tell me more.” She shoved her fingers deep into Karen’s snatch, eliciting a groan of pleasure at the rough treatment.
“When she was asleep I pulled up her blankets and stared at her sexy little feet while I rubbed my clit, muffling my moans with a pair of her dirty socks, it was like heaven. I wanted her so badly and then I remember what you had said... how if I brought in someone for you and Ms. Red you'd let me play with her too, and I want Mary so badly so I thought...”
The curtain opened again and Ms. Red walked out, smiling lustily at the tableau. She felt a tingle of growing arousal at the image of her associate’s hand up their footslut's skirts; the slut panting with need as she forced out her kinky story. Ms. Red slid her high heels off and sat down on the large couch, slowly slipping off her hoes and exposing her feet for Karen to enjoy. The tingle grew as the woman’s rambling words came to a halt as she was mesmerized by the sight of the perfect feet.
“So Ms. White, what has this footslut been telling you?” Ms. Red said, making circles with her ankle to hold the woman's attention.
“It seems like Karen brought her little girl to us, knowing we are going to twist her little mind, make her into our perverted footslut like her mother, just so she could play with her when we're done. Isn't that right, Karen?” Ms. White asked, her voice even and business like.
“Yes... Yes that's right... I want you to turn Mary into your footslut so I can lick her toes and get fucked by her feet... PLEASE!” Karen was begging; her voice dripping with overwhelming need.
“Then you’re in luck,” Ms. Red said smirking, “I just gave your little girl her injection... right now our very special drug is dripping into her brain, making it all soft and malleable, so we can shape it however we like... but first, I think you should show us your thanks, don't you Ms. White?” Ms. Red lifted her skirt, showing her naked pussy.
“Oh yes... a good idea indeed.” Ms. White slipped out of her own shoes and sat down next to her partner. Karen followed, mesmerized by the sight. She fell to her knees and reached to take Ms. Red's foot, to worship it with lips and tongue but she was stopped with a firm push, a foot on her tits. Looking up she saw Ms. Red shake her finger back and forth in a 'no no' gesture and then pointed down at her exposed cunt. Karen knew what she wanted and slid forward burrowing her face in the Asian woman's moist folds, entirely focused on giving as much pleasure as possible so that she could earn her reward.
Ms. Red moaned in appreciation and shared a look with Ms. White, who had just finished stripping off her own hoes. Ms. White lifted her feet and rested them on Karen's back, rubbing her soft soles against the woman’s back, knowing the effect they would have. Karen went mad with desire, attacking the dripping pussy in her face with renewed fervor. Ms. Red began panting heavily; the programmed footslut between her legs was very good with her tongue and control was always such a turn on. Watching Ms. White's pretty feet torture the poor woman was just the icing on the cake.
She knew she could do this all day but she had other things to do first. So instead of resisting, she went with the pleasure and let it drive her over the edge into a satisfying orgasm. Moaning her appreciation she pushed Karen away and guided the woman towards Ms. White's feet. Karen's eyes glazed with lust as she began to lick and kiss and worship her owner's feet. Covering them with her drool and then licking them clean with relish. Ms. White felt the tingle of arousal run through her body as her own pussy began to moisten.
Ms. Red stood straightening her dress and hiding her damp cunt from view, “I'll be back for more fun later but it would be a shame to leave little Mary waiting.”
Ms. White moaned slightly but managed to make out, “Why not take Cindy? I'm sure she'll be very helpful.”
“A very good idea,” Ms. Red walked across the room on her bare feet and rapped twice against what appeared to be part of the wall, “Cindy please join me.”
The wall was pushed open and a young girl of around 14 years crawled out on her hands and knees. She had short brown hair and mocha skin and went immediately to Ms. Red's feet, licking and kissing them with total adoration. The girl was dressed in white rubbery leggings that wrapped around her feet and covered her legs and crotch, bulges there and a dull buzzing noise showed that they also held some toys firmly in place. The girl's B cup breast hung free under her, swaying back and forth as she licked and kissed her owner's feet.
“Enough of that, girl! We have a new toy to process in the young girl's department. On your feet and follow me.” Cindy jumped to her feet, wobbling slightly as the vibrators shifted inside her. She made no sound only nodded as she followed Ms. Red back towards the thick curtain.
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Mary wiped the blood off her heel with one finger and wiped it on her jeans. No more came out so she just sat and waited for Ms. Red to return. Her eyes once again found their way to the walls and the large variety of shoes all around her. It was over whelming. There were so many colors and patterns, from glossy leather to bright cloth. She felt a strange sense of vertigo as she looked around, as if the wall were spinning, like she was in the center of a spiraling circle of shoes. Her face broke into a wide smile at that, so many pretty shoes and all for the taking… all for her...
She shook her head abruptly... she didn't feel right. It wasn't that she felt bad, she actually felt wonderful, but she didn't feel normal... it was hard to focus on anything except for the feeling of floating and the pretty shoes all around her... she couldn't... it was hard to... she smiled again and realized there was someone smiling right back at her. She frowned and so did the person she was looking at. It took a long moment for her to realize what was going on and then she burst out laughing. She was looking at herself in a mirror on the ceiling... wait... when had she lay down... she couldn't remember... but she was really comfy... the small couch was like a fluffy cloud and she was floating away... she smiled at herself again and closed her eyes, drifting off into a feeling of bliss she had never before experienced.
Breath deeply... the thought came to her and she saw no reason not to. She inhaled deeply and her nostrils were filled with the strong, sour odor of sweat. She crinkled her nose in distaste.... It smells wonderful.... and it smelled wonderful, she had never noticed before but that smell, that sweaty musky smell was wonderful... Making you horny... and it made her so horny, how could she have never noticed how the strangely familiar smell affected her, she felt herself become more aware of her body as her vagina began to moisten.
Brings you pleasure... she kept breathing in that wonderful smell and suddenly she started to feel really good, it was like someone was rubbing up against her body, someone who knew just what to do to get her aroused but she knew it was all the smell... Makes you submissive... she felt so submissive, the smell was doing that to her too, she just wanted to lay back and smell that wonderful odor and if someone wanted her to do something she would do it because it would feel good... So good to obey... to obey yes that made sense. The smell gave her pleasure and made her horny and obedient; it seemed so obvious, she just wished she knew what it was… maybe she should...
“Open your eyes.”
Mary’s eyes fluttered open with an effort, at first all she saw was colors, mostly mocha and red but after a long moment her eyes began to focus and she could make out what was in front of her. There was a pair of light brown feet hovering in the air right over her nose, she breathed deeply in again and felt those wonderful sensations flow through her body, she moaned slightly. It was the smell of feet that made her horny and obedient, how nice, there were feet everywhere and she loved how she felt.
She happily focused on the feet for a while, smelling them, feeling the pleasure run up and down her body like a soft caress. Then she noticed there was something moving above her… or wait that was a mirror… so it was actually next to her. She could see that lying above her was a naked young Latino girl, the one who’s…Mmmmm… feet were in her face. Sitting at her side running her hands all over her body was Ms. Red. She thought that the woman might be talking… but it was so hard to separate the words she was hearing from her own thoughts… not that it mattered. The words… or thoughts were just telling her things she already knew. Like how only women and girls had feet who made her feel this way… obviously.
“Taste them.”
She should taste them, if the smell made her feel so good… what they would taste like? She slowly extended her tongue. The feet lowered until they were all she could see, she could feel the sensations of her body increase as they got closer until just as they touched… The salty taste filled her mouth and she felt something incredible. The flavor pressed into her body stimulating her even more, she had never felt anything like this, and she wanted more. She licked out and as her tongue slid across the soft flesh of the young girl’s feet her body responded in kind. As she licked she felt herself shudder in pleasure, the taste pumping in and out of her like skillful fingers.
“Worship them.”
She continued to lick the feet when she realized she needed to do more, to worship them… they made her feel so good, they deserved her worship… she began to kiss and nuzzle them. It seemed unimaginable but it made her feel even better. Her clit began to vibrate as she focused all of her drifting attention on smelling and licking and kissing the feet before her with religious fervor. She felt something build inside her… a trembling pleasure that was nothing like she had experienced the few times she had touched her self… it felt amazing and she was so close, so very close…
“Not yet, not until you know.”
…but she couldn’t quite reach the heights of pleasure she could see within those wonderful feet because… because she didn’t know… she didn’t know something… and she needed to know if she wanted to… if she wanted to cum… She sucked and licked and kissed between moans of frustrated pleasure. How long it went on was a blur, but she realized she had started murmuring words of praise saying how much she worshiped feet, how she loved them with all of her being… the pleasure only increased… so close, she just had to know… know…
“You are a footslut.”
She screamed out in the most intense experience of her short life. She was a footslut, so she could CUM!!!! Wave after wave of pleasure wracked her body, the world went white and all that filled her mind was pleasure and feet. She didn’t know how long she floated there in a world of pleasure and feet, her body shuddering with orgasm after orgasm. But after what seemed like an eternity she opened her eyes again and saw not feet but Ms. Red’s attractive face leaning over her.
“What are you?” Ms. Red asked holding Mary’s gaze in her own intense one.
“I am a footslut.” The answer seemed obvious to Mary but it felt good just to say the words, her body shuttered in pleasure at the truth of them.
“Does this make you happy?”
“Oh…mmm… yes…so very… happy…” She ran her hands up and down her body, which she realized was naked, that didn’t bother her though.
“Are you grateful?”
Mary thought about it for a long moment, was she grateful… she wasn’t sure how but she knew but if it wasn’t for Ms. Red, Ms. White, the dark skinned girl, and even her mother, she would never have realized what she was. She might have gone her whole life NOT worshiping feet! Was she grateful?
“Oh yes!” She meant it with all of her heart.
“What will you do to thank us?”
It only took a moment of thought to find the answer, like so much today it seemed obvious, “Anything.”
Ms. Red’s smile grew, “Perfect.”
The woman moved then, squatting over Mary's face. She could see up Ms. Red’s skirt, she wasn't wearing underwear. She wanted to turn away, to see Ms. Red’s sexy feet but she knew that wasn’t what Ms. Red wanted. So as the dripping cunt grew closer Mary knew she had a perfect opportunity to show the woman how thankful she really was. As she began to lick, unskilled but enthusiastic to learn, she felt something that was almost as pleasurable as licking feet, the sensation of a rough tongue licking and kissing her own bare feet.
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Karen moaned and panted on the very edge of orgasm. Her face was buried in Ms. White’s ass and somewhere deep in the back of her mind, buried under slavish gratitude and foot lust, a tiny part of her was humiliated by her position. However, even that was blasted away as Ms. White raised her heel and ground it once again into Karen's engorged clit. She moaned into the woman's ass as she was pushed even closer to the edge only to have it taken away from her again as the heel dropped away.
Karen focused on her task, only once Ms. White was satisfied would she be allowed to cum all over the woman's perfect feet, and she wanted that so very badly. Karen forced her tongue deeper into her anus beginning an enthusiastic rimjob. She was rewarded by a moan from Ms. White and another tantalizing tease of heel against her clit. She switched her movement again, licking the woman from clit to assholes and back again. Ms. White screamed and she felt the woman squirting juices which she quickly moved to lick up.
Then she felt what she needed, the woman's heel was back against her clit. This time though it didn't pull away. Karen ground herself against Ms. White's foot until she crested in a mind-blowing orgasm. Sighing in pleasure she slid back and to her knees, licking her own juices off of Ms. White's foot, savoring the sensation of her tongue on the woman's rough heel. It was enough to cause a new tingle to grow in her pussy. She would have continued until she came just from licking the woman's feet but Ms. White spoke, not to her, but the words drew her attention none the less.
"Finished already?”
Karen spun around and looked as the curtain fell back into place behind Ms. Red. The woman's skirt was bunched up around her waist like a belt but she didn't seem to care. Karen's eyes settled on the woman's high heeled shoes and she was almost distracted until she remembered where Ms. Red had been. She had gone to show Mary her true nature as a kinky footslut. If she was back that meant... Karen closed her eyes and thought back to just a few nights before, standing over her daughter's sleeping form wanting nothing more than to...
“Oh yes, you know how eager to learn the young are, especially when they have so little experience with any other kind of pleasure. She soaked it all up like a sponge.”
“And I can see you didn't just dampen her with knowledge” Ms. White gestured to her partner's exposed cunt. Ms. Red just smiled. “So enough talk, show me our prize.”
“Without further ado I present to you our newest footslut, Mary Marcus.” She pulled the curtain aside like a show room model.
Mary sat on the floor with her back to the couch. She was masturbating furiously with both hands, her moans of pleasure muffled by the foot she held between her lips. Cindy sat behind her and was rubbing her dark skinned feet all over the girl’s head and face, driving Mary even wilder. Karen almost lost her mind at the sight. It was her nastiest fantasies come to life: two lolita footsluts on display and ready to be played with. She broke away from Ms. White and started to crawl towards the two young girls.
Ms. White stood and pressed her foot down hard on Karen's back, halting her movement. “Who said you earned the right to play?”
Ms. Red laughed lightly, “Leave the poor woman alone, can't you see how much she wants her daughter's body? I'd like to see them put on a show; we can play with Cindy while we watch.”
“Say thank you, Footslut, and know you do this only because we let you. Cindy! To me you perverted little minx.” With that Ms. White lifted her foot off Karen’s back.
Karen spun, feeling the rug burn her knees but not caring. She bowed deeply, “Thank you Ms. White.” She turned again, “Thank you Ms. Red.”
As Cindy broke away from Mary, the girl’s eyes fell on her mother, naked and bowing to the wonderful Ms. Red. Her eyes fell to her mother's bare feet and she felt a wild lust burst within her. Her mother had the hottest feet she had ever seen and she was so grateful for her mother for bringing her here.
Karen still had her head down when she felt a panting breath on her ass. “Oh, thank you Mom. Thank you so much.”
It was Mary's voice and, before she could react, she felt her daughter press her face into her pussy, licking and sucking like crazy. Karen was already aroused and she had never felt the tongue of another woman on her cunt. She enjoyed it, but it wasn’t what she wanted. She rolled around, facing her daughter with her legs spread wide.
“Mary, if you really want to thank me, let me fuck and suck your feet.” Mary seemed surprised and delighted at the idea and quickly moved towards her mother.
“Oh God, yes!” Mary said as she lay down stretching her legs out towards her mother.
Karen grabbed her daughter's foot and pressed it into her cunt, the little foot slipped smoothly into her dripping wet snatch, eliciting a moan of pleasure from both mother and daughter. Mary twisted, shifting her position so she was able to easily lick at one of her mother's feet while her mother began to hump wildly against the 12-year-old foot buried inside her. She reached down and grabbed her daughter's other foot and shoved into her mouth, licking and kissing it with deep and passionate worship.
Mary felt yet another orgasm building to its peak, being a footslut was amazing. She didn't know if it was from her mother sucking on her toes or her sucking her mother's toes and she didn't care. She realized with her mother feeling the same as her they would never lack for toes to suck and heels to rub against their clits. Suddenly she felt just that, her mother pressing her other foot against her cunt driving her over the edge in yet another mind wiping orgasm.
Sitting on the couch Ms. Red and White were taking turns having Cindy suck on their pussies and fingering their asses while they watched the show. After so many orgasms both women were happy to enjoy the slow worship of their most well trained slave. The Marcus women were a real find and neither of them would ever question their new obsessions or stop feeling endless gratitude and devotion towards the owners of 'The Glass Slipper'.
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After a long and 'productive' day, Mary and her mother found themselves standing outside the storefront. Both women looked exhausted but happy. As they walked into the main area of the mall they found their fingers twining together. Neither of them felt the need to speak, both knew they shared a wonderful secret. One which they were excited to indulge in as soon as they both got some much-needed rest. The mall was still crowded this close to Christmas but neither mother or daughter had eyes for anyone but the other. That was until Karen's eyes fell on one particular store.
"You know I just realized we never did get you that pair of shoes." Karen had stopped them in front of the Payless.
"You're right, mom, but to be honest I think I prefer to go barefoot around the house." Mary smiled up at her mother, a look of playful lust in her eyes.
Despite their recent 'activities' Karen felt her pussy moisten at the image. "Let's get the car."
"Good idea, mom."
Mary pulled her iPhone out of her pocket and typed a quick message to her friend Kim, ‘Yo Kim, you’ll never believe it but mom found a really amazing store at the mall. You free Monday afternoon? I promise this store will change your life.’
The End