.....You can't stop thinking about her feet.... (Foot Dom Path)

"Yeah?"

You really really enjoyed worshipping her feet. To a ludicrous degree. And even now, with all the plans swirling around in your head about whatever which way you will make her your plaything, you'd still rather be back under her feet again. How the tables turn.....Maybe you could try being the submissive one instead. You could just be foot-fetishy fuck-buddies, but you really get off to dom/sub power dynamics. If it doen't work out, you can still change your mind later, right?

"I.....i like feet."

She giggles. "I know, dude. You were slobbering all over mine. I think it's cute though." She snuggles up to you.

"I....i want you to be my mistress." Now it's your turn to blush. Alice looks confused.

"Like....like a domina?" You nod. "I don't even know how that would work...but..." Her eyes glaze over for a second. "If you really want me to....I guess i could. What do you want from me exactly?"

"Treat me like the the degenerate filth i am. Like my only purpose in life is worshipping feet." You feel tingly describing your fantasy. You don't think Alice'll be particularly good at it, but you just want to give it a try and get it out of your system. She scratches her head.

"So, there should be no love at all? I don't think i can do that..." You sigh. Seems you have to work with her personality. You take her hand.

"No, the opposite. If it helps, imagine it like this: You love me more than anything in the world. But you know i will never find happiness by myself. You know that my purpose in life, the only thing that will fulfill me, is to live under a strict mistress's feet. You can spoil me if i've been good, you can have romantic outings with me, you just need me to accept that you are in charge of my life and know what's best for me. Can you do that?" You kiss her forehead as she mulls it over. "Just sleep on it. Tell me what you decided tomorrow. Alright?" She slowly nods.

"Alright......i......i'll do that. But does that mean we're girlfriends now?" she asks happily.

"I guess?" You shrug.

You made out for a few more hours before she left. That night you masturbated yourself to sleep, not really knowing that your pheromones were working their magic in Alice's brain.

You wake up the next morning to the continous ringing of your doorbell. Oh drat, you forgot to set your alarm! Yesterday's excitement made the fact that the weekend is over totally slip your mind. You press the button to open the appartment-buildings's front door, leave your door open a crack, and hop in the shower real quick. After a little speed-washing you throw some clothes on and join a very annoyed looking Alice in the entryway.

"Hey, sorry, i overslept. Ready to go now." The slap takes you by surprise. "What are-" Another slap.

"Is that how you greet your mistress? I expected better manners from you after you begged me to take charge of your pathetic life yesterday!"

You are speechless. "On your knees and kiss my foot. Show me the respect i deserve!" Speechless, but excited! Alice looks so different now. Her gaze is steely, showing no sympathy whatsoever, and her face is the picture of dominant confidence.

You kneel down in front of her and take off her shoe and sock. The intoxicating smell is not as strong as yesterday, but it is still present. You want to do so much right now but Alice only allowed a kiss, and you're playing sub right now. You plant a smooch on her sole and dress her foot again. "That's better. Get up. Give me your keys."

"Why?" Another slap.

"A bitch has no right to question her owner." You feel a bit uneasy about that order, but you comply. "Before we leave for school, let's establish some ground rules."

You listen eagerly, curious to learn about your new life. You can already feel yourself get both wet and hard.

"First, whenever we are alone you will adress me as Miss, Mistress or Goddess, is that clear? You don't deserve to say my name with your filthy mouth."

"Yes, mistress." Very reasonable. You are degenerate filth.

"Second, you are not allowed to say no to any request i make or order i give. What i say goes. You don't need to worry your pretty little head over making any decisions ever again. Leave it all to your Mistress. Mistress knows better than you."

"Of course, mistress." She smiles and pets your head.

"Good girl. Now let's go. School awaits."

As you leave your appartment you do not realize yet that you will never enter it again. Your first step into your new life has begun.