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Their Prisoner 8 - Momo Yaoyorozu
🕑 Added 2023-08-11 11:43:28 +0000 UTCTheir Prisoner 8 – Momo Yaoyorozu
Intro
You've been performing your foot duties while being hypnotised. Cathleen left the girls her hypnotising socks; they use them on you over and over again. One day, they lend you to Momo Yaoyorozu as her birthday present. In your half-aware state, you're given orders: make her believe you're a willing participant, do whatever she wants - please her. You've been hypnotised so much that your body has built some immunity towards it – it doesn't have such a strong effect on you anymore. Now you can't tell the difference between being in control of your body and being under the sock's influence. You would like to think that the obedience is your own and not forced, but you're not sure anymore where the line between the real you and the foot slave thing blur.
Story
The girls decided that since you're not human, they will post you in a box. You've been stuck in a cramped, dark container for many hours. They've kindly laid it out with smelly socks for your comfort. There's not enough space to move your limbs. Even if there was, you are tightly bound, so you wouldn't be able to move anyway.
You're finally delivered to Momo. She opens the box looking at you in shock. Your gag is gently removed.
Momo: "Oh my! Are you ok in there? I was told you’re doing this willingly. Is that true?”
You're not, but you know your orders – pretend to be a willing participant. So you nod.
Momo: "Oh, good. That's ok, then. I wouldn't want to bully someone who's not into it. So you are just a disgusting foot pervert who wants to make my feet fantasies come true on my birthday. Ewh, I can't believe vile perverts like you actually exist."
She helps you get out of the box. Her arms are surprisingly strong, or perhaps you're just too weak. Your hands remain tied behind your back. You're kneeling in front of her. She shoves her toes into your mouth. You obediently open it, accommodating the stinky things.
Momo: "Let's have some fun with my birthday foot perv. I've been having lots of fun at my party. Which means I’ve been constantly on my feet, dancing and getting sweaty. Those high heels I've been wearing made my feet extremely sore. Massage my toes with your tongue."
You swirl around it masterfully. Your skills have genuinely improved. Her toes are incredibly disgusting. It’s so stinky. Some unidentified gunk is getting on your tongue. Yet you obediently massage and clean it. She's a superior female with every right to use your pathetic mouth however she wants.
Then she presents her sole to you, and you obediently lick the horrible-tasting feet. It's so stinky and sweaty.
Momo; "Hmmm, good foot slave. That is very relaxing indeed. Now open your mouth wide. You will drink the foot sweat dripping from my sock into your mouth."
Her socks are drenched in sweat. You obediently keep your mouth open as she twists them above your mouth. There's so much of it, you struggle to swallow it all as new sweat comes in. Eventually, you get into a coughing fit, spitting the sweat out. Some of it gets on the carpet.
Momo: "How dare you waste the precious sweat of your superior Goddess!? Bad! Bad!"
She grabs a nearby cat-o-nine-tails whip, then proceeds to give your bottom a few firm strokes. She doesn't stop, you somehow manage to crawl towards her feet and start kissing her feet as an apology.
Momo: "Hmm. At least you know how to apologise."
The whipping stops. She unties your numb arms. It takes some time before the feeling returns to them. She makes herself comfortable on the sofa.
Momo: "I've always wanted to be tickled. Come here, slave. Use your hands to tickle my lovely soles. But don't do it too hard, or you'll get another whipping."
You kneel at the end of the sofa and gently start half-massaging half-tickling her stinky soles.
Your fingertips are gently going between the wrinkles. They feel incredibly soft and pleasant to the touch. She laughs as you tickle her. The sound is adorable. For a moment, you forget yourself, tickling her more and more.
She is laughing hard. You take advantage of it, keeping her foot in place forcefully. She tries dislodging you, but it's difficult for her as she can't stop laughing. Being turned on by this, feeling in control of the situation, you are licking her left foot greedily as you tickle the other one. She moans, clearly enjoying herself.
You lick her foot from top to bottom, cleaning all the grime and dirt. The awful foot stench is lessening.
Momo: "Ok, ok, that's enough. Stop now."
Her command is followed by a cattle prod shock to your torso which causes you to yelp in pain.
Momo: "Massage my feet now. You can go after you’re done Well done; I'm satisfied."
You put all of your strength into massaging her majestic, soft feet. They are so well looked after, you're impressed.
Momo: "Since you've been so good, you can have my smelly sock as a reward. I'm sure you'll enjoy wanking to it later, your foot degenerate. I've picked the stinkies one for you. Open your mouth wide."
The sock is shoved into your mouth, followed by a ball gag. Your hands are tied behind your back, you’re ushered into the box. She waves at you with her foot before the box is sealed closed.
…
Back in the basement, the girls aren't happy with you.
Himiko: "So you like her feet better than ours? We saw how much you enjoyed yourself there. You even took the initiative to serve her feet; you never do that for us. Come on, show us what you can do for our feet without being prompted, you foot slut!"
That night, you are prompted to serve them on your own accord. No one tells you what to do, but you get beaten up when you do something to displease them. You use every trick known to you on those countless amazing feet.
They ride you like a horse at some point – their heavy bodies are too much for your feeble, weak body. A string is attached to the base of your cock and balls, which they use as a lead. If they don't like the direction or the speed at which you go, they pull on it, causing the string to tighten on your private parts. A shoe is taped to your face, completely covering your nose. Momo's sock is still in your mouth – they allowed you to take it out when serving their feet, but you had to put it back in when you became their horse. Some use a horse crop on your poor, abused bum cheeks for fun. They like to see you squirm and react to their mistreatment. You understand it was their way of punishing you for shoving favouritism to Momo's feet. You're just a thing; you're not supposed to enjoy yourself –gratefully take what is given to you.
Foot size: 7.5UK
Smell intensity: 7.5/10
Smell description: gone off milk and a smelly cheese
Smell effect: brain numbing
Taste: white vinegar and sour milk
