Life as a foot fetishist

Gilda, a tall elf with blonde hair, squirmed against the ropes that bound her to a bed. She was in some sort of luxurious room, a prisoner, who struggled to escape.

No, if she was honest with herself, it was not escape she wanted. It was relief.

She was naked, and a bright pink tattoo of a broken heart glowed on her crotch. She had been told it was a Mark that **** her to obey her captor’s commands. The most important one being, “You cannot cum unless I give you permission, and your arousal will not cool unless you cum.” Unfortunately for Gilda, the Mark made her body obey orders, even if she it was not something she could have done on her own even if she wanted to.

Gilda was a virgin who had never blasphemed by masturbating, so this arousal was a new feeling for her. She felt hot, her heart raced, and she desperately craved someone touch her.

It was humiliating, but she was so turned on by her captor’s previous ministrations that she could barely think straight. Especially after being left like this for two whole days.

And once again, her captor entered the room: the self-proclaimed Demon King Elffucker. With the blue skin, horns, and white hair of the Devil race, she should have looked undistinguishable from her kind. But there was a subtle air to her that unnerved Gilda. The cold look in her eyes. The cruelty she inflicted without hesitation.

“Well Gilda, you’ll be happy to know I captured another of your comrades earlier,” Elle announced. Gilda cursed under her breath, knowing that two other elves had been captured before her and now two after. And no one had even noticed yet that they were being hunted by this Devil.

Elle had entered without her clothes, and quickly climbed into bed with Gilda. She raised her bare feet to Gilda’s face, pressing one against her nostrils and the other against her lips. “What do you say, are you willing to be my foot ****?”

Gilda shook her head forcefully. “Nev-” her protest was cut off by the Devil putting her toes into Gilda’s mouth, rubbing them on her tongue. The salty taste of sweat was inescapable, and that made the stench of feet even more difficult to ignore thanks to the other foot pressed to her nostrils.

“Yes yes. ‘Never! You cannot humiliate me!’ Even when you elves are gagged, you say stuff like that with your expressions. It’s honestly a turn-on.” Elle took her foot from Gilda’s nose and reached down to pinch one of the elf’s nipples between her toes, forcing a moan of arousal from the captive elf. “You can keep repeating it, it just makes these moments even sweeter.”

Gilda wiggled her hips back and forth, humping the air in search of relief. Relief that she could not get on her own.

“Oh, you horny? You want me to play with your clit? Okay~” Elle removed her other foot from the elf’s mouth, and delicately began to touch the elf’s pussy. She used her big toe to poke the elf’s swollen clit, and then stepped on it with her heel.

“Ah ah ah ah,” Gilda panted, feeling so close to relief. Just a little more. Just a little more.

But her captor left her teetering on that edge.

“All you have to do is beg for it. Say, ‘Make me cum with your stinky feet, mistress!’” Elle grinned at the elf with sadistic glee. “Or maybe you’re a masochist and would rather I hurt you with these feet.” Elle pressed one of her sharp toenails against Gilda’s sensitive nipple, making her wince away.

Gilda kept her mouth shut, not trusting her willpower to uphold her pride as an elf.

And Elle continued to play with her, reaching the girl new heights of pleasure without letting her feel relief.

After an hour of this, Elle finally grew bored and rolled off the bed. “Well, that’s enough for today. I’ll come back tomorrow.” Elle stopped, and seemed to think for a moment. “You know, as fun as it would be to break you, there are plenty of girls I can turn into my foot ****. It might be more fun to leave you like this. Letting you squirm but never cum. Well, see you around. I hope for your sake I don’t get distracted with my other slaves and forget about you.”

With that, Elle opened the door.

And Gilda was left to apprise her situation in that moment. The seal on her womb ensured she could never act without that woman’s permission again. Escape was futile. Instead, she could be **** to squirm shamefully like this for who knew how long. Two days of this had been mentally taxing. If this continued for weeks, months, years, what would be left of her mind other than pathetic desperation?

Swallowing her pride, Gilda shouted, “Wait!” as Elle was closing the door. “Please… please let me cum…”

Elle stepped back into the room and closed the door. “You know what to say,” she teased, climbing back onto the bed.

Gilda swallowed. If she said this, she could never take it back. But this was a madwoman she was dealing with! This could be her last chance to be free of this lust!

And so, Gilda begged. “Make me cum with your stinky feet, Mistress.”

As she finished her words, one foot was placed back in her mouth. The other pinched her clit between two toes. “Cum!” Elle ordered with a sneer.

And cum Gilda did. Her juices squirted out, spraying Elle’s foot. The Devil withdrew her foot, and removed the other from Gilda’s mouth, and held the wet foot up to the elf’s face.

Knowing her place, Gilda began to lick the juices away. “Good girl,” Elle cooed.

And with that, Gilda was finally able to lay back and fall asleep as Elle took her leave.

***

‘Quest complete: Turn an elf into a foot-fetish ****. 900 Class XP gained.’

Elle smirked at the notification. Since capturing her new foot ****, she’d also captured two more elves, each awarding 1,600 Race XP. She had grown quite a bit since her arrival. Maybe it was time she made a more daring play.