Glory awaits!

(Authors note: sorry for the short chapters, I write quite a bit on a document first before splitting them up into chapters so it’s not too cluttered to read but I just now realized how much easier it is to see what’s reasonable to make the cut off for a chapter on my PC vs my phone. TLDR: what I see as a single chapter on my phone is a lot smaller than it appeared to be :/)

Manda could only sit and watch, muzzled by her left hand as her right one opened the gas station door. A shiver went down her spine as her bare feet touched the cold, recently-mopped tiles of the floor as they took her to the restroom that was notorious for its glory holes and some stranger eagerly awaiting to use her as an unwilling sex toy. As she approached the bathroom, she heard a voice in her head that wasn’t her own that said you’re a puppet and I pull the strings…

Her hand placed itself on the door to the men’s room and her legs sashayed as she walked in. Her eyes immediately spotted a hole on the first stall and an overwhelming feeling of dread overtook her as she headed towards it.

“Peekaboo…now where’s that naughty cock I’ve been waiting all day to toy with…” Manda’s womanhood said seductively.

Despite her situation, she felt waves of pleasure attempt to override her dread from her pussy’s arousal. She could feel how wet she was and was starting to get confused on whether or not that was her or just her pussy working itself up for what was to come; by the end of this, something would be cumming.

And just like a gopher poking out of the ground, a large throbbing cock poked out of the hole, eagerly twitching and bobbing at the attention it was about to receive from its unknown lover. At first, Manda suddenly plopped on her ass next to the stall and watched as both her feet gripped each side of the cock and slowly began stroking it and rubbing the tip with her toes.

Manda was repulsed at the feeling, she hated anything related to feet and hated having them touched. She never did anything to take care of them and they were carelessly shoved into fuzzy slippers or Ugg’s all day without socks. She cringed once she felt precum on her toes and soles, followed by the moaning of the man she unwillingly was giving a footjob. Manda then heard the voice in her head once more; Don’t pretend like you don’t like it, I know how aroused you got when Mike confessed his foot fetish to you. And it’s not like I’m the only part of you that wants proper attention, Owner...

Her feet then pulled away, disappointing the man with an audible groan as his cock continued to twitch with stimulation.

“Such a naughty cock, always throbbing so hard and getting so slick from my sweaty feet…” the pussy teased. “Ohhh, don’t worry, cock, I have a surprise to help take care of you~”

Once more against her will, her right hand reached over towards the needy dick that was dribbling before her. She closed her eyes hoping to pretend she was back at home, sleeping in her bed. When she opened them, she was shocked to see that actually was where she was. At home, in her bed.

“Thank fucking Christ it was just a dream!” Manda heaved.

She looked over to her clock, reading 2:30AM, she quickly realized that something was off. First, she recognized the taste off semen in her mouth, causing her to spit on the pillow beside her. Second, she could still feel her bare feet walking on the cold pavement but it didn’t feel like her legs were even attached to her. Looking down, she was correct in her assessment and started panicking again.

With arms back under her control, she raised her upper body and saw a note in front of her, in her own handwriting.

What did I say about being a good girl and taking the same **** as I did? Now I had to take matters into my own hands, or feet rather. Have fun getting anything now, bye bye!

P.S. I went to go be with Mike, something you refused to do.

“Love,”

Your vagina

Manda didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t call for help, she could feel her phone vibrate in the pocket of her missing legs, which she could feel climb into the seat of a car of God-knows-who and sit down to be buckled up. While she felt her feet rub themselves on the carpeting of the strangers car, Manda couldn’t do anything but cry at her predicament.