Mia's Foot Cult Ch. 02

He was starting to drift, still clutching desperately to Mia's foot, and trying to kiss it, but now without humping. One kiss, another, and another, slower one, and another, even slower... and then he closed his eyes. "Aggghhhhhh" he moaned. He was exhausted.

Despite his apparent delirium, Mia could sense the immense power that Tom held within him.

It was a strange sensation, almost surreal, to witness the transformation of her beloved friend into a ravenous beast, driven solely by lust. She couldn't help but wonder what the future held for both of them. But she quickly pushed the thought out of her mind.

She leaned back in her chair, her fingers idly tracing the contours of her ankle. In this moment, she felt invincible, the Mistress of her own destiny.

Mia had conquered Tom without raising a finger, merely by whispering in his ear the promises of a sweet world where she reigned supreme. He lay panting on the floor, his breath coming in gasps as he regained his composure. Mia knew that he was hers; he had willingly surrendered his autonomy to her.

"Tom," she called aloud, her voice a siren's song weaving through the silence in the room. "Look at me."

He dragged his gaze upwards, his eyes meeting hers with a reverence that confirmed the depths of his devotion. "Mia," he rasped, his voice weak and frail. "I'm yours. You have my loyalty -- my servitude. Just tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it. Always."

Mia studied him carefully, taking note of the vulnerability that now permeated his aura. He was stripped bare and laid bare before her. His mask had slipped, revealing the man beneath.

The man who had once been her confidant, her friend, her equal. Now, he was her servant, her slave. She couldn't help but feel a strange mix of emotions. She was elated, triumphant, and yet, she couldn't shake off the sense of unease that lingered in the depths of her consciousness. She couldn't help but question the morality of her actions, the repercussions of her decisions, and the consequences. She had gained power, but at what cost?

Mia recalled the events that led them to this precarious situation. Their friendship, once so pure and innocent, had been tainted by lust and power. She had exploited Tom's vulnerability, his desire for her affection, and his obsession with her feet. She had manipulated him, using her beauty and charm to entice him, to control him.

But was it wrong? Was it immoral? Or was it simply natural, human nature, the survival of the fittest? Mia pondered these questions, her brow furrowed in contemplation. She knew that there was no turning back now. She had crossed a line, a boundary that she had never think about crossing before.

She had used her power, her beauty, to manipulate Tom into becoming her slave. She had taken advantage of his love for her, his adoration of her feet, and turned it into a tool for her own gain.

As she sat there, watching Tom recover from his intense orgasm, she was starting to wonder about her feelings towards him. She had seen the desperation in his eyes, the longing for her approval, and it had been strange to her. He was madly in love her, that was clear.

But did she love him back?

No, not exactly. But she liked him. He was her best friend, after all. They shared many memories together, many laughs, jokes, serious discussions about important topics. He was special to her and she wouldn't wish any harm upon him. That's why she really didn't want him to hurt himself during his orgasm. But was she ready to take responsibility for his feelings? For his desires?

It wasn't Tom's fault, either. A normal girl, even a dominating one, seeing this level of dedication would probably let him be in a relationship with her. There is a sphere of sexuality and then there is a sphere of a normal, everyday human experience, of things that are mundane, where there is a place for pure love, helping each other and going through life as partners.

But she was never like that. She never fit that mold. Even when she didn't yet know about the powers that pheromones in her feet exuded, she was never really attracted to anyone; not in a traditional sense of wanting to be in a relationship, of wanting to be someone's girlfriend. She always had many admirers, just because of her looks, but she always rejected them. She never had a boyfriend. It didn't excite her to love or be loved in a normal sense, in a normal world, by normal people. In a boring sense, in a boring world, by boring people.

What excited her was to dominate those who are uglier, weaker and lesser than her. What excited her was to be worshipped like a god by those beings. It was her sexuality, true, but not only that. She really thought that she was better than everyone else.

Tom wasn't special. Even if he would've been more handsome, muscular, intelligent or confident, she wouldn't change her mind about him. Why? It's just that, no matter what, she's too good for anyone in this world to handle her, or be in a relationship with her. The thought of being with someone made her laugh inside.

She's too gorgeous, too intelligent, too capable, too assertive, too demanding, too cruel, too selfish, too indifferent, too powerful, too manipulative, too cold, too mean, too vicious, too calculating, too arrogant, too sadistic, too proud, too ambitious, too controlling, too envious, too spiteful, too unforgiving, too stubborn, too ruthless, too harsh, too tyrannical, too egotistical, too uncaring, too despicable, too vindictive, too deceitful, too wicked, too corrupt, too despondent, too contemptuous, too vain, too narcissistic, too greedy, too dishonest, too Machiavellian, too opportunistic, too avaricious, too unscrupulous, too merciless, too intolerant, too elitist, too abusive, too coercive, too oppressive, too exploitative, too hedonistic, too capricious, too unpredictable, too volatile, too erratic, too chaotic, too whimsical, too impulsive, too fickle, too self-centered, too impatient...

There's a sound of a doorbell ringing.

Mia knew who it was.

Sandra.

Mia could sense it in her bones. The classmate she always ignored. She was here to rescue her love, Tom, no doubt. But she was too late.

Mia smiled as she rose from her chair. "Don't go anywhere" she said mockingly to Tom, who was still lying on the ground, half-conscious, his pants soaked with his cum.

Her bare feet, who were now mostly moist from Tom's saliva, were echoing with each of her footstep, leaving a mark of her slender foot on the wooden floor. As Tom was seeing it, he couldn't help himself. He started to crawl towards the closest foot imprint of Mia. And then he started to smell it and lick it.

While he was doing that, his hands were searching for something, almost subconsciously. And then he found what he was looking for -- one of Mia's yellow slipper. He quickly brought it to his nose, smelling it frantically, while still licking the imprint she left on the wooden floor.

Without pausing Mia glanced at him quickly over her shoulder, her lips twisting into a sinister smile at what he was doing. She got to the door and opened it to Sandra.

The brunette's gaze met the stature of a poor, pale girl, whose eyes were wide, as they were darting nervously around the hallway. She was soaked and cold; there was a heavy rain falling outside. Her blonde pigtails were dripping with droplets of water. She was slightly shaking but when she saw Mia, she looked relieved.

But a second later she noticed Tom.

Lying on the floor behind her.

Clutching a yellow slipper and frantically smelling it.

She blinked several times, her brow furrowing in confusion.

"Sandra," Mia greeted cheerfully, crossing her arms over her chest. "Long time no see."

The blonde-haired girl bit her lip, her eyes flitting nervously to Tom. "Hi, Mia," she murmured awkwardly. "Is e-everything okay?"

Mia shrugged disinterestedly, casting a sideways glance at Tom, who was still writhing on the floor, holding the slipper to his face, greedily inhaling its scent.

"Everything's fine," she said nonchalantly. "Just studying. How about you? Are you visiting Tom?"

Sandra nodded nervously, her eyes darting back and forth between Mia and Tom. "I was worried about him," she admitted softly. "I tried calling him earlier several times, but he didn't pick up..."

Mia arched an eyebrow, feigning concern. "Oh, I see. Well, Tom's just busy with his studies. He's quite dedicated, isn't he?"

Sandra swallowed hard. "Yeah, he is..." she mumbled, her voice trailing off.

Mia tilted her head slightly, her eyes narrowing imperceptibly. "You don't look so great, Sandra" the dark-haired beauty noted pointedly, scrutinizing the girl's anxious appearance and expression. "Are you alright?"

Sandra hesitated briefly, her fingers twisting nervously in the pockets of her denim shorts. "I just came from the school library," she explained weakly with a faint smile. "It was crowded, and I guess I'm a bit overwhelmed. The people there were saying some... weird things. Things about you..."

Mia raised an eyebrow skeptically. "I'm sure those are just some stupid rumors". Her piercing gaze drilled into Sandra as she contemplated the girl's predicament. "Well, why don't you come in and rest for a bit?" Mia suggested, flashing a mischievous grin. "We can wait for Tom together."

Sandra hesitated, her gaze flickering uncertainly between Mia and the prone figure of Tom, who was sprawled across the room, seemingly oblivious to their conversation. Right now he was licking Mia's footprint on the wooden floor, still clutching her yellow slipper in his right hand. "I don't want to intrude," she murmured softly. "Maybe I should just leave him a message and come back later."

Mia shook her head adamantly, her gaze locking onto Sandra's troubled countenance. "Nonsense," she insisted. "Come in, sit down, and I'll prepare a hot cup of tea for you."

Sandra considered her offer cautiously, weighing the potential risks against the comfort of companionship and the possibility to reach her goal -- to see what's wrong with Tom. After a brief pause, she nodded reluctantly. "I suppose a little rest wouldn't hurt. Thanks, Mia."

With a curt nod, Mia stepped aside, allowing Sandra to enter the apartment. She led her through the living room, past the spot where Tom writhed in ecstasy, oblivious to their presence. Sandra cast a furtive glance at Tom, her eyes widening in shock at the sight of him lapping fervently at the wet spot on the floor and then kissing Mia's slipper with reverence. She watched in horror as he clawed at the air, grasping wildly for the phantom form of Mia's foot.

"Come into the kitchen," Mia said casually, guiding Sandra toward the rear of the apartment. "I'll fix you some tea."

She turned on the kettle.

As Sandra entered the kitchen, Mia turned to her, studying her intently. She could sense the unease cloaking the girl. Sandra's nervousness intrigued Mia, who began to formulate a plan of how to deal with her. She showed her a place where she could sit. And then there were a few moments of uncomfortable silence.

The blonde girl was looking at the stool standing at the small kitchen table. She hesitated whether to take Mia up on the offer, but after a short while she finally sat on it. She was uncomfortable. The small stool was digging into her body, its sharp parts almost specifically designed to cause great discomfort to the person sitting on it. She wondered if Mia did it on purpose -- if she simply wanted to humiliate her even more under the guise of false hospitality?

All of these thoughts were swirling in her head, not to mention the main reason she came here for -- Tom. She was in love with him, she had had her eye on him for a long time, but he didn't seem to reciprocate her feelings. Sandra knew that Tom and Mia were childhood friends and that they had come to Palmwood Heights together from across the country. She didn't want to destroy their friendship but, from many observations she took, she knew perfectly well that Mia was not interested in creating a romantic relationship with Tom. He wanted it, she was sure of that, but Mia always rejected his advances and attempts.

So Sandra thought she had a chance.

She got worried when he didn't answer her phone today. What's more, she called him four or five times, to no avail. He never talked to her very enthusiastically but on the other hand he never actively refused her a conversation. He always picked up the first time she called.

In many cases when they talked together she felt like she had somehow managed to charm him, albeit just a little. But she was sure that, with a little bit more of her efforts, she would get what she wanted the most in the world. That, finally, they would become a happy couple.

But currently Tom, for some unknown reason to her, was lying half-conscious on the floor, smelling a disgusting yellow slipper that, Sandra assumed, belonged to Mia. She was only guessing that it was some sort of perverted game and that, unfortunately for her, Tom and Mia had finally become an official couple.

The kettle was ready.

"So, Sandra," Mia finally broke the silence as she started to pour a boiling water on the tea bag that was resting in a cup meant for the nerdy girl. A devious glint was dancing in her eyes. "How does Tom seem to you these days?"

Sandra swallowed hard, her throat constricting as she attempted to speak. "He seems... different," she managed to utter. "I mean, he seems happy... but also different."

Mia arched an eyebrow, feigning curiosity. "Different? In what way?" She asked, giving the blonde girl a cup of hot tea.

Sandra faltered, her eyes darting nervously around the small kitchen. She drank, being careful not to burn her tongue with the tea. And then she started to feel a little better. "I don't know," the nerdy girl confessed hesitantly. "He seems... distracted sometimes. Like he's preoccupied with something."

Mia's eyes gleamed with suppressed amusement. "Ah, perhaps he's simply focused on his studies," she offered innocently. "You know how much he cares about his academic performance."

Sandra didn't know how to react. She wasn't an idiot, she knew Mia was actively mocking her right now. They were pretending that Tom's behavior was completely normal and they were talking about him like he wasn't even there! What's this stupid game?!

"Okay, enough with the bullshit, Mia. What is going on with Tom? Why is he... like this?!" shouted Sandra, glancing over at the blonde boy from the kitchen. He was still laying on a living room floor, passionately making out with Mia's slipper and her fading foot imprint. His hand clutched the slipper tightly, his knuckles white with strain from his fervent efforts to draw in the scent. The imprint on the floor was getting increasingly blurry, as Tom, delirious on foot pheromones, was desperately trying to relive the feeling of Mia's real foot being there.

"What's wrong with Tom?!" Sandra repeated the question, almost starting to cry.

Mia just stood there, above seated Sandra, her gaze fixed on her. She pondered on how to respond in the most effective way. But she decided to play with her a little bit more. "Nothing's wrong with Tom," she assured her coolly. "He's just... caught up in his work." Mia spoke confidently, her gaze still locked onto the blonde girl. "But if you truly care about him," she added slyly, "and want to help him... you might consider offering your assistance."

Sandra's eyes widened, her heart hammering in her chest. "Assistance?" she echoed, her voice trembling. "What kind of assistance?"

Mia grinned wickedly, her eyes gleaming with malice. "Consider this, Sandra," she said smoothly. "If you truly care about Tom, why not show him how much you appreciate his dedication to his studies?"

Sandra stared at her blankly, her eyes darting nervously between Mia and Tom. "What do you mean?" she croaked, her voice barely audible.

Mia licked her lips suggestively, her gaze boring into Sandra's. "Why not demonstrate how much you truly care for Tom by respecting his desires and being there for him?" she purred. "If you're willing to lend him a helping hand, perhaps he'll be inspired to excel even further."

Sandra swallowed hard her tea, her throat tightening as she struggled to comprehend what Mia was saying. "You mean..." her voice was breaking, she was almost on the verge of crying. "Like..."

Mia nodded slyly, her gaze locked onto Sandra. "Precisely," she whispered seductively. "You understand me, Sandra."

The dark-haired beauty paused, watching the confusion unfold across Sandra's face. The tension between them crackled, like electricity sparking in the air. Mia knew exactly what she was doing -- she was playing with fire and loving every minute of it.

"It's simple," she continued, her voice soft yet commanding. "You can help Tom achieve his goals." She reached out, placing her hand gently on Sandra's shoulder. The girl flinched slightly, her body recoiling from that unexpected contact. She knew that Mia was teasing her, playing with her fears and desires. Still, she couldn't help but feel drawn to the possibility of somehow helping Tom, even if it meant succumbing to Mia's whims.

"Listen, Sandra," Mia said softly, her voice a velvety whisper. "You must understand that Tom needs someone to guide him along the path to success. If you're willing to lend him a helping hand, perhaps he'll be inspired to strive even higher."

Sandra swallowed hard again, her throat tight with fear and longing. "But... do you mean that I should do the things that... Tom is doing right now?" Sandra asked. Her voice trembled, betraying the uncertainty gnawing at her resolve. "I mean, shouldn't he focus on his studies and... and not..."

"And not on licking and smelling my foot sweat?" Mia finished her question.

"Well, yeah! Why does he do that?!" Sandra asked sternly.

Mia couldn't contain her laugh. But then she looked at confused Sandra again. And finally decided to explain how and why Tom was so hopelessly infatuated with her feet.

Mia took a deep breath, steeling herself against the swirling emotions churning within her. She knew that she had to tread lightly, as any misstep could potentially jeopardize her newfound status at her high school.

"Sandra," Mia began, the word tumbling from her lips. "Tom is not doing this only because he's lost his mind. I mean, that's maybe a part of it. But the reason behind what he's doing is..." Her voice trailed off, and a profound silence enveloped the two women. Mia wanted to search for the right words. Many thoughts raced through her mind: "It's natural", "I'm just too beautiful", "My feet are just too beautiful", "I have special powers; my pheromones are enslaving men". What to say?

Mia was thinking. She didn't want to reveal too much. But she wanted to tease Sandra with the truth. She wanted to make her jealous and excited at the same time. So she decided to explain the most important things.

"You see, Sandra," Mia started again, her voice deep and resonant. "Tom is my pet. He's mine because I allowed him to taste my foot sweat."

Sandra's eyes widened with shock. "Your foot sweat?"

"Yes," Mia replied. "My foot sweat. My magical foot sweat."

Sandra again swallowed hard, aching with disbelief. "Magical foot sweat?" she asked, she didn't know if she should start to laugh.

Mia nodded slyly. "That's right," she purred. "My foot sweat is incredibly powerful. It contains potent pheromones that exert a strong influence over others. Those who get a whiff of it become completely enthralled, eager to satisfy my every desire. They become my slaves, eager to do whatever I command." Mia paused. "You see, Tom is my servant because he tasted my foot sweat. He became addicted to it, and now he's completely under my control."