Mia's Foot Cult Ch. 01

"Sure, why not?" he finally responded, his voice breaking slightly. Mia smiled softly, nodding her consent.

"I'll lead the way," she announced, rising elegantly from her seat.

The three boys watched with rapt attention as her hips swayed enticingly beneath her skirt. They all scrambled to stand, vying for a position alongside her.

"Come on, let's go!" one of them urged, grabbing her wrist gently. Mia allowed herself to be led out of the cafeteria, enjoying the sensation of being surrounded by a flock of enamored admirers. She felt a strange mix of power and vulnerability, knowing that she had the ability to control their actions but also aware that her secret could be discovered at any moment.

Mia decided to have a little fun, testing the extent of her influence over the boys. She grinned mischievously and leaned in close to the first boy, whispering something into his ear.

The boy listened intently, his eyes widening in disbelief. He looked up at Mia, his jaw hanging open. She giggled softly, loving the feeling of power coursing through her veins. She turned to the second boy and repeated the same process, speaking quietly into his ear.

His reaction was identical to the first boy's -- shock and disbelief.

Mia watched their expressions closely, reveling in the power she possessed. She had known about her abilities for more than a week now, but only today had she begun to explore their potential.

What she said to the two boys, that left them in a state of shock, was rather simple: she asked if they remembered the tall, muscular guy that approached her table a couple of minutes ago. She told them his name was Patrick and then explained how he was fighting for her attention every time they met, acting all tough in front of others. But she always treats him more like a stupid, horny dog -- and he always let's her do it, never protesting in a slightest. "It's funny, isn't it?" -- she concluded with a rhetorical question, the whole story leaving the two boys she whispered it to in shock.

As they were walking through the hallway, she could feel the heat radiating from the bodies of the three boys clustered around her. Each one was mesmerized by her presence, their hormones raging uncontrollably. It was intoxicating, but she was also a little bit unsure. What if someone else found out about her secret? And more importantly, what if she lost control?

Mia pushed aside her fears, focusing instead on the task at hand.

She took a deep breath, savoring the faint scent of her feet still lingering in the air. The knowledge that she had the power to bend these boys to her will filled her with unparalleled confidence.

"Let's go in" she said firmly, striding confidently towards the entrance of the library. The boys followed her obediently, their heads swiveling as they absorbed each step she took. Mia felt her pulse quicken, a warm flush spreading across her cheeks.

They entered the dimly lit library, the smell of dust and paper enveloping them.

Mia scanned the space warily, checking for signs of other students. Luckily, it was relatively empty, there were maybe five or six people in the room at this time. She led the three boys deeper into the labyrinthine stacks.

"So, what's the plan?" one of the boys asked nervously, glancing around. "Just follow my lead, sweetheart," Mia grinned, running her hands along the bookshelves. She paused at a random spot, feigning interest in one of the tomes. She looked at it-- Oh, what a coincidence.

Mia glanced back at the boys, observing their eagerness.

"So, what do you think about this book?" she asked innocently, gesturing towards the dusty volume. It was titled 'Venus in Furs'.

"It looks interesting," one of the boys piped up, peering curiously at the ancient leather binding.

"Yeah, I bet it's got lots of juicy gossip and scandalous affairs," another chimed in, his eyes sparkling with excitement. The third boy remained silent, his gaze fixed on Mia as though entranced.

She sensed his nervousness, the tension radiating off him like a heatwave.

"Hey, what's your name?" she asked abruptly, turning to face him. He blinked rapidly, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.

"Uh, it's Jack," he managed to say, his voice cracking. Mia arched an eyebrow, studying him carefully.

"Jack, huh? Well, nice to meet you," she said, extending her slender hand. Jack seemed surprised by her gesture, hesitating for a few seconds before shaking it gingerly.

Mia noted the awkwardness of the exchange, but chose to ignore it. Instead, she moved closer to him, her body brushing against his as she maneuvered past him. The scent of her feet intensified, filling the air around them with an intoxicating aroma.

"So, uh, what are we doing here?" Jack asked, his voice trembling slightly. Mia turned to face him, a sultry smile playing on her lips.

"Well, I thought we could have a little fun," she murmured, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"After all, we've got the whole library to ourselves."

Jack swallowed hard, his throat constricting as he struggled to maintain composure. He was already reeling from the intoxicating scent of Mia's feet, which seemed to permeate the air around her. Now, her teasing words sent a wave of lust crashing through him, threatening to consume his every thought.

"Uh, yeah, sure," he managed to respond, his voice sounding distant and hollow. Mia flashed him a sultry smile, her gaze fixing on him like a vice grip.

"Why don't we sit down somewhere private?" she suggested, her voice husky and seductive. Jack's heart thumped wildly in his chest, his resolve crumbling under her potent charm.

"Yeah, let's go," he croaked, his voice betraying the storm of emotions raging within him.

Mia led them deeper into the maze of bookshelves, weaving between towering volumes of forgotten knowledge. The scent of her feet grew stronger, permeating the confines of the darkened alcove where they stopped. There was a small table and four chairs there, all prepared for students who wanted to read and study. It was empty now, so she decided they would sit there. Mia and Jack on the one side, two other boys whose name she didn't know -- and didn't really care to know -- on the other.

Mia turned to face Jack, her eyes locking onto his with an intensity that made his knees weak. It's a good thing that he was sitting because it would have been hard for him to stand right now.

She knew that he, like the others, was helpless against her powers. She reveled in her superiority, feeling invincible.

"So, what do you want to do, Jack?" she asked softly, her voice dripping with feigned desire -- but she was an excellent actress, so the boy didn't question her intentions once. He was too horny for that, anyway.

Mia's words hung in the air between them like a tangible force, pulling them closer together. He hesitated briefly, his gaze flickering between her and the other two boys sitting nervously on the other side.

The scent of her feet was pressing down on him like a suffocating fog. Yet, despite the overwhelming force of her presence, he felt drawn to her like a moth to flame. There was something undeniably captivating about her -- an insatiable hunger hidden beneath her cool exterior.

"I, uh, I dunno," he stuttered, struggling to form coherent sentences. "Whatever you want to do, I guess."

Mia smirked, her eyes gleaming with delight.

She knew that Jack was hooked, and she was ready to reel him in. She leaned in closer to him, her perfume mixing with the scent of her feet to create a concoction so irresistible that it made his cock twitch in his pants.

"How about we play a game?" she suggested, her voice low and sultry. "A little truth or dare with a twist."

Jack swallowed hard, his throat tightening with anticipation. He didn't know what she meant by "twist," but he was willing to find out.

"Alright, let's do this," he agreed, taking a steadying breath. Mia smirked, her eyes dancing with mischief. Leaning in close, she placed a soft kiss on his cheek, her scent wafting around him like a caress. Jack felt a jolt of electricity shoot through him, his heartbeat quickening. He knew that he was in for a wild ride, but he wasn't going to back down.

"So, how does this work?" he asked, trying to focus on the rules rather than the temptation she exuded.

"Simple," Mia answered. "We each get a turn to ask the others a question. If they answer honestly, nothing happens. However, if they don't want to answer, there is always an option for them to take a dare." She stopped. "But if they lie..." this pause was longer and lasted for around three seconds, as she was knowingly adding to the tension, "...they'll suffer the consequences."

Jack exchanged glances with the other two boys, uncertainty creeping into their expressions. Mia smirked, sensing their unease.

"Relax," she reassured them, placing a gentle hand on Jack's shoulder. "It's just a harmless game. Nothing to worry about, right?" Mia continued, flashing them a playful grin. The boys nodded uncertainly, their nerves getting the better of them.

"Okay, I'll start," Mia announced, turning to one of the nameless boys. "Have you ever cheated on a girlfriend?"

He blushed bright red, his eyes darting around nervously. "Yes," he admitted reluctantly. "I did it, only once, and I regretted it immediately."

Mia nodded, satisfied with his honesty.

"Your turn to answer my question," she prompted, turning to the second boy. "Do you have any regrets about your past?"

Mia asked the boy, her tone curious yet challenging. The boy hesitated.

"Yeah, I regret not spending more time with my family," he confessed, his voice cracking slightly.

"Now that's honest," Mia complimented, her eyes twinkling with approval. The boy smiled weakly, grateful for her understanding.

"Next question!" the third boy, Jack, interjected eagerly and unexpectedly -- it seemed he did not fully comprehend the rules she laid out -- or perhaps it was just his strange way to avoid her incoming question. His gaze was fixed on Mia. "What's your favorite color?"

Mia laughed, rolling her eyes. She chose to ignore his interruption and just commented on his lack of creativity. "Wow, that's super original," she teased, her laughter echoing through the dimly lit library. "Come on, you can do better than that."

Jack squirmed on his chair, his discomfort palpable. "Sorry, Mia, but that's all I've got," he replied earnestly, his voice trembling slightly. Mia sighed heavily, her gaze fixated on the trembling boy. "No, Jack, be a little bit more creative," she demanded, crossing her arms expectantly.

She narrowed her eyes in challenge, waiting for the next question. Even in unexpected situations she was able to quickly take back control. And it wasn't different this time. Jack cleared his throat, the sound reverberating loudly in the quiet room.

"What's your deepest, darkest secret?" he asked tentatively, his voice barely audible. Mia raised an eyebrow, her gaze unwavering.

"That's pretty personal, isn't it?" she mused, tapping her chin thoughtfully.

"Well, I suppose I can share it with you guys," she said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "But promise me you won't judge me."

The boys nodded, their eyes wide with curiosity. They leaned in closer, their necks straining as they were eager to catch every word. Mia smirked, her gaze locking onto them like a predator zeroing in on its prey.

"I can make people do whatever I want," she revealed, her voice low and sultry. "It's just a... rather distinctive gift I have," Mia explained cryptically, her eyes gleaming with excitement. The boys stared at her, their minds racing with questions. How could she possibly possess such a unique talent? What was the origin of this gift? Was it genetic or perhaps supernatural?

"Come on, spill the beans," Jack prodded, his voice trembling slightly. "How do you do it?" Mia sighed heavily.

"It's something really special" she whispered, her voice vibrating with suppressed excitement. "Something that allows me to order people around. And they listen."

The boys gasped, their eyes widening even more in disbelief. "What is it?" Jack asked cautiously. "Is it some sort of spell or psychic thing?"

Mia paused and thought about it a little. "I don't think it's something strictly magical," she said. "Although it sometimes may seem like it is. But I believe there is a somewhat rational, more scientific explanation. Just trust me when I say that I can make people do things they wouldn't normally consider."

Jack exchanged glances with the other two boys. What she said should be ridiculous to them but somehow... it wasn't. "But how does it work?" he pressed, his voice shaking slightly. "Do you need to touch them or something?"

The girl scoffed. "Touch them? No, not really. It can help a little, sure, but it's not the source of my power, silly," she explained patiently, almost like he was a child.

She was hiding the anticipation that has been building in her for more than a week now; since the day she learned about her abilities. Mia waited eagerly for this moment to come, often imagining in her head many scenarios of how it would happen. Funnily enough, it went almost exactly as one of them, nearly everything according to the plan she prepared earlier.

The dark-haired beauty decided she was done hiding her excitement. It's time to have some fun.

"I use my FEET!" She shouted.

With that, Mia quickly rose from her seat and jumped on the table. Then she pulled off her black combat boots in two swift motions -- first the left one, then the right one -- revealing a pair of pale-skinned, delicate, long, perfectly shaped bare feet. Her ankles were dainty, her Ahilles tendons thin, her heels supple, her arches unbelievably deep, the feminine curvature of it all mouth-watering, finally culminating with her gorgeously even toes. They were pedicured french-style, accentuating their natural beauty, her nails were tapered but not too long -- just perfect. She wasn't wearing any socks in her heavy, worn boots, so the droplets of her foot sweat were very visible, both on her soles and her, a little bit veiny, insteps. The boys stood frozen, their mouths agape as they gazed upon her feet.

"That's impossible," Jack blurted out, his voice cracking like dry twigs.

The other two boys shifted nervously, their eyes darting between Mia's feet and her triumphant grin.

"Believe it or not, it's true," Mia retorted, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "I can make people do anything I want, just by using my feet."

Jack opened his mouth to protest, but Mia cut him off with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Don't believe me? Let me show you," she challenged, her gaze burning into him like a laser beam.

"Watch carefully."

Mia moved her feet playfully, wiggling her toes and causing an intoxicating fragrance to permeate the atmosphere. It was as if an invisible cloud of seduction had been released, captivating everyone within its reach. As Mia continued to tantalize those around her, she gently caressed her own limbs, starting at her ankles and slowly working her way upwards. Her hands glided over her smooth skin, creating sensual patterns that left the onlookers spellbound. With each movement, her breath became deeper and more passionate, echoing like a haunting melody that resonated with every soul present. The effect of her actions was mesmerizing; it seemed as though the boys were being drawn towards her by some unseen force. Mia's voice, low and seductive, only served to amplify this magnetic pull.

Her scent seemed to permeate everything, driving them mad with desire. She watched them closely, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

"Ready to try something new?" she purred, her voice like a velvet caress. They nodded eagerly, their bodies stiffening. Mia winked seductively.

"Stand up," she commanded, her voice firm and dominating. The boys rose obediently, although rather nervously, at the same time. They gathered around Mia. She smiled wickedly, her gaze fixing on them like a lioness preparing to pounce.

"Take off your clothes," she ordered. The boys hesitated for a moment. The raven-haired beauty smirked and was gleaming with mischief.

"Go ahead," she encouraged, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "Show me what you've got."

The boys exchanged nervous glances and with their trembling hands unbuttoned their shirts. Their eyes flicked between Mia's inviting smile, her marvelous feet and the empty expanse of the library floor. They removed their tops, revealing toned chests and impressive muscles. They were built well for 18-year old boys. Mia appraised them critically, her gaze sweeping over their naked forms.

"Not bad," she purred. "But I want to see more." She wiggled her toes again, more of her pheromones reaching their nostrils. And it was at this moment that they became utterly enchanted.

Without hesitation, the boys stripped off their pants and boxers, exposing their fully erect members. Jack's was rather small but he made it up in girth. The other two boys both had similar cocks, long and thin.

She couldn't help but feel a surge of power course through her veins. They were her playthings now, bound to obey her every command.

"Kneel," she ordered. The boys knelt obediently, their eyes darting between her beautiful feet and her smug grin. Jack was kneeling in front of her left leg; the two students who were anonymous to her -- now her toys -- were kneeling in front of her right leg. Mia flicked her right foot in front of them all, again sending a delicious whiff of her scent wafting through the air. The boys shivered with arousal, their faces contorting with pleasure.

Mia's scent filled the air, wrapping them in a cloak of intense desire.

"Now: kiss, lick, suck and worship my feet," she commanded, her voice dripping with authority. The boys exchanged nervous glances, their eyes darting between her delectable soles and her stern gaze. Mia flicked her foot again, and again the tantalizing scent wafted through the air.

"Come on, don't be shy," she coaxed, her voice like a lover's whisper. They hesitated for a moment, their tongues moistening with anticipation.

Mia's scent was intoxicating, a heady blend of femininity and raw sensuality that overwhelmed their senses. One by one, they leaned forward, their lips grazing her soft skin. The two boys, nameless to Mia, started french kissing her right foot, and at the same time Jack started french kissing her left one. They all were treating the sweaty soles of her feet like the lips of their most beautiful lover. The boy who 'only once' cheated on his girlfriend, and was apparently 'regretting it immediately', was now giving up all of his sexual passion to the lowliest part of his newfound Mistress, with more reverence, love and adoration than he ever gave to the lips of any other girl in his life; hell, to any other girl in his life in whole, period.

Soon, the kissing was replaced by sensual licking.

"Oh yes," Mia moaned encouragingly, her voice like a siren's song. "Lick my feet harder."

Their tongues danced hungrily over her soles, their saliva glistening in the dim light. Mia's scent grew stronger, saturating the air with an intoxicating aroma.

The boys became increasingly aroused, their tongues flicking over her tender soles as if possessed. She could sense their mounting desire, their need for release almost palpable. "You're good slaves, aren't you?" she taunted, her voice dropping to a guttural growl. "Tell me, what else would you do for me?"

One of the nameless boys, the cheating one, his long and thin cock throbbing painfully, spoke up. "Anything, Mistress," he groaned with desperation. "We'd do anything for you."

Mia smiled. "Really? Then prove it to me." The boy swallowed hard, his throat constricting. "What do you want us to do?" he asked, quivering a little. Mia smirked, gleaming with excitement. "I want you to keep worshipping my feet..." she declared, suspending her voice. And then added something unthinkable. "...and I want you to announce to the whole world that you are my foot slaves. I don't care if somebody hears it. Shout it at the top of your lungs".