Mia's Foot Cult Ch. 03

Chapter 3: Her class

Summary (don't read it if you want a completely spoiler-free experience!): Mia starts ordering other students in her class, making them feel submissive under her control. Her popularity skyrockets among the student body and in the end almost all of her classmates want to taste her foot sweat.

As Sandra entered the classroom, she expected whispers and gossip surrounding Tom's sudden disappearance, but instead, everyone seemed preoccupied with their own affairs. It was as if an invisible fog had descended upon the school, concealing the truth from view. Yet Sandra knew that beneath the façade of everyday life, sinister forces were at play.

The blonde-haired girl struggled to maintain composure, desperately attempting to bury her feelings for Tom.

He wasn't anywhere to be found. She didn't know what happened to him after what she had witnessed in Mia's apartment. But then... Mia entered the classroom.

Her entrance stirred murmurs among the gathered students, who turned their heads to gaze curiously at her. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation, as if they were waiting for a dramatic unveiling. Mia surveyed the assembled crowd, scanning the faces of her peers. In her periphery, she noticed Sandra sitting alone, hunched over her desk.

Mia was dressed impeccably, sporting the same elegant ensemble that had previously graced her frame. Her feet were once again adorned with black combat boots, this time shinier than usual. "I wonder why that is..." Sandra thought to herself, with a mix of anger, jealousy and overwhelming sadness.

"Good morning, everyone," Mia announced in a loud, authoritative voice. Her classmates greeted her back. All of them but Sandra.

Every student had an assigned seat. Mia's was at the back of the classroom, but for some reason she elegantly moved to first row desks. "What is she doing?" Sandra asked herself. And then... Mia just sat down in a seat that was assigned to Tom.

His buddy who he normally sits with, Ethan, a slightly chubby red-headed boy, was a little puzzled. "This is Tom's place, Mia", he pointed out. "Oh, I know. Tom is sick and won't be in school today. And this seat is better. So... I hope you don't mind?" Mia asked the question in a low voice, almost like she was trying to seduce him.

Ethan swallowed hard. "Yeah, no problem, I don't mind".

"Good." She replied.

Suddenly the classroom door opened once more and a tall, older man in his 50s appeared before the students' eyes. He had short brown hair, was wearing glasses and his face was adorned by an impressive moustache. He briskly walked to the center of the class. "Hello, everyone," he said, his voice deep and raspy. Mr. Johnson, the class main teacher, was definitely a smoking man.

"Unfortunately, I've been summoned for a very urgent meeting, so I won't be able to lecture you today. But don't worry, you won't have a free period. Do the assignments from the textbook, pages 34 to 36. And don't think I won't check if you did them -- I will. You don't want to experience the consequences of not doing them, got it?" Mr. Johnson asked sternly.

The class murmured in a reluctant agreement. Mia was silent and just watched Mr. Johnson with a little smirk on her face. As he was exiting the classroom in the same quick pace as he was entering it, she caught him throw a glance at her -- only for a split second. And then he was gone.

As soon as the classroom door closed, students started talking to each other loudly.

"So tell me, Ethan," she moved her chair a little closer to him, her voice was still low and enticing. "Do you miss Tom?"

Ethan hesitated, his gaze darting nervously between Mia and the front of the classroom. For a brief moment, the pair shared an unspoken connection, a sense of understanding that transcended mere words.

"Um, yes," Ethan finally admitted. "I do miss him."

Mia smiled seductively, her gaze locking onto Ethan.

"I'm sure you do," she purred with a voice dripping with insinuation. "But perhaps you can indulge yourself with another means of distraction."

Ethan's heart leapt into his throat, his pulse quickening. He didn't know what to expect.

"Tell me, Ethan," Mia whispered in a hushed, enticing way. "Have you ever fantasized about licking a girl's feet?"

Ethan's eyes widened with shock. What did she just ask him? Like this, out of nowhere? He didn't know what to respond. But he knew he didn't have a foot fetish.

"I'm not into feet, you know. That's weird" he finally responded.

"Oh? And why do you think it's weird?" She asked.

"I mean... I don't know. They're feet. They are kinda gross, aren't they?" Ethan replied to her with a question that, in his mind, should be rhetorical and the answer to it should be obvious. It wasn't obvious to the brunette girl sitting next to him, though.

"Are they gross?" Mia asked again, her smirk getting wider and wider. "And why exactly do you think that?" Her voice was hushed, yet full of sultry confidence.

Ethan swallowed hard, his heart thumping in his chest. He hadn't anticipated such a risqué line of questioning from Mia, but he couldn't deny the intrigue that it sparked within him. "Well, I guess," he stammered, his voice breaking slightly. "It's just a personal preference. I prefer things that are more... conventional... I guess," he repeated himself.

Mia nodded her head slowly, her gaze fixated on Ethan. "Well," she began. "Perhaps you haven't considered the true beauty of a woman's foot."

Ethan blushed, his eyes were shifting uncomfortably across the room. The air in the classroom seemed to crackle with tension, as if the walls themselves were straining to contain the burgeoning desires lurking beneath the surface.

"Think about it, Ethan," Mia continued, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Feet can be just as alluring as any other part of a woman's body. Even more so, I'd say. Imagine the softness of a delicate heel, the supple curve of an arch, the inviting warmth of a sole..." Mia trailed off, her voice a sensual whisper, "...the intoxicating scent of a woman's foot."

Ethan felt his heart pound in his chest, his pulse racing as Mia spoke. He couldn't deny the allure of her words, the hypnotic rhythm of her voice. It was as if Mia had cast a spell on him, drawing him deeper into her world of sinful pleasures.

He listened intently, his curiosity piqued by her provocative description of a woman's foot. As she painted a vivid image in his mind, he found himself beginning to question his previous assumptions about them. Could there really be more to this often overlooked body part? "I've never thought about it that way before," Ethan confessed. "It sounds kind of interesting, actually."

Mia grinned. "Why don't we explore this concept further?" she suggested while her tone changed. She seemed much more excited now. "Close your eyes, Ethan, and imagine the scenario."

Ethan hesitated, his heart drumming wildly in his chest. The thought of indulging in such intimate fantasies with Mia was exhilarating yet terrifying. But he couldn't resist the opportunity to delve deeper into his hidden desires.

"Close them, Ethan," Mia murmured, her breath tickling his ear. "Let go of your inhibitions and allow yourself to be swept away by the waves of lust that consume us all."

Ethan shut his eyes tightly, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Mia's words echoed in his ears, stirring images of irresistible feet that danced in his brain. His palms grew clammy, his heart hammering against his ribcage.

"Now, focus on the foot you most desire," Mia instructed, her voice a velvety whisper. "Visualize the contours of the heel, the curves of the arch, the smoothness of the sole."

Ethan's imagination raced, his mind conjuring up visions of Mia's slender, petite legs and the tantalizing feet that rested at their end. He tried to suppress the growing urge to surrender to Mia's enigmatic charm, but her alluring voice washed over him like a warm caress, soothing his doubts and fueling his innermost cravings.

"Focus on the foot you most desire," Mia repeated, her voice a call to the depths of Ethan's subconscious. His heart was still racing, his palms still sweating, as he mentally sketched the shape of Mia's foot.

"Imagine the... smell" Mia hesitated for a second. He's not really a foot fetishist, after all. But she was pretty sure Ethan was so deep in his desires, that he would accept thinking about gorgeous girl's foot smell.

"Smell of a foot," Mia said more confidently now, her voice a sensuous whisper. "Can you believe it? I know it seems crazy, but it's so real. Think about the scent that lingers between the toes, or the earthy aroma that rises from the ball of the foot. Imagine how that intoxicating bouquet of aromas would fill your senses, transporting you to a realm of pure ecstasy."

Ethan's breathing accelerated, his heart pounding even harder in his chest.

And then... he started to smell something. Was it real or just his imagination?

Ethan couldn't tell anymore; the boundaries between fantasy and reality blurred as his senses became engulfed in Mia's hypnotic allure. He inhaled deeply, savoring the faint whiff of her scent, a unique blend of feminine musk and perfume. It was intoxicating, beguiling him with its mystique and potency.

"That's right, Ethan," Mia cooed softly, her voice wrapping around him like a silken embrace. "Allow yourself to be drawn into the sensuous realm of foot worship."

Ethan felt his heartbeat, his pulse soaring, as he followed Mia's enchanting voice that guided him deeper into this realm. "Think about the taste of a woman's foot," Mia murmured. "Imagine the sweetness of her soles, the tanginess of her heels, the deepness of her arches. Taste those flavors on your tongue, Ethan," she continued with a sultry whisper. "What does it make you feel?"

Ethan hesitated, as he grappled with the unfamiliarity of the situation. "I don't know," he admitted, his voice trembling slightly. "It's strange, but I think I'd enjoy it."

Mia chuckled softly, her laughter echoing in Ethan's ears like distant thunder. "You're a brave one, Ethan," she praised, her voice dripping with admiration.

"Open your eyes now".

He did. And he was very surprised.

The first thing he noticed were the tall, black combat boots standing on the floor right in front of him, but without their owner wearing them. Mia must have taken them off when his eyes were closed.

As he realized it, the smell emanating from those boots hit his nostrils again. So that's what it was! It was real! And, to his surprise, he discovered that he didn't find that smell particularly... unpleasant.

"Ethan", Mia broke his trance. "I have a question for you."

"Yes?" Ethan replied, puzzled.

"What do you think of my foot scent?" Mia asked casually -- but her question was anything but casual.

Ethan hesitated again, his gaze flitting between Mia and the combat boots resting on the floor. The scent wafting from the boots was potent, filling the air with an exotic aroma that teased his senses. "It's... different," he muttered. He was barely audible. "I've never experienced anything quite like it."

Mia laughed softly, her eyes twinkling with glee. "I'm glad you appreciate it," she said with a voice tinged with smug satisfaction. "Many people overlook the unique sensations that come hand-in-hand with foot worship."

Ethan's pulse was throbbing in his veins. He couldn't fathom how Mia managed to orchestrate such a transformation, but he was eager to delve deeper into this mysterious world. It was really strange to him, as he wasn't really the same as other boys. As far as he could tell nearly all of them had long harbored a crush on the mesmerizing raven-haired beauty, now seated next to him, but he wasn't really one of them. He was... different. But now he had the chance to explore her forbidden desires, the depths of them, and it made him curious and excited.

"Do you think you could handle the responsibility?" Mia challenged, her tone laced with an undeniable edge of seduction. "If you truly wish to join me on this journey, you must prove your dedication."

Ethan swallowed hard. He knew what Mia was asking of him, or at least he suspected what it was, and the mere thought of surrendering to her whims sent a wave of conflicting emotions through him. "I... I need some time to consider this," he stammered with a voice quivering with uncertainty.

He looked around. Their classmates were mostly talking with each other and didn't paid them any attention. Except for Sandra. The blonde girl was looking at them the whole time, with angry expression on her face. But why was that?

"No," Mia replied to his request. "That's the test of your dedication. You must choose. Now."

"In front of our class?" Ethan looked at Mia with horror in his eyes.

"Yes." The dark-haired beauty replied. "It's not about whether they notice or not. It's about proving your commitment to me." Mia declared, ringing with authority. "Take these boots and do whatever you please with them."

Ethan stared at the imposing footwear, unsure of what to do. He knew that giving in to Mia's demands would mean embracing a world he had never dared to explore, but the allure of the enigmatic beauty was simply too tempting to resist. With a deep breath, he reached out and gently grasped the worn leather handles of the combat boots.

"Are you ready, Ethan?" Mia asked, her voice a tender whisper.

Ethan glanced nervously around the classroom, his gaze flitting between the two combat boots resting on the floor with his hands on them and their classmates. The prospect of performing such an intimate act in public was daunting, but the allure of Mia's magnetic presence proved far too compelling to resist.

"Yes," Ethan croaked, his voice betraying the nervous energy building inside him. "I'm ready."

With a determined nod, Ethan lifted the combat boots carefully, cradling them in his arms like precious cargo. The scent of Mia's feet, imbued within the leather, filled his nostrils, heightening his anticipation. He glanced around the classroom, his gaze lingering on Sandra for a brief moment. She appeared visibly upset, though he couldn't comprehend the cause behind her distress, other than the fact that what he was doing right now was very weird.

But he didn't care about it now. And then he took another whiff.

The sensation sent waves of surprise coursing through his veins. It wasn't revulsion that he felt; rather, it was an unexpected craving that gripped him tightly. His heart raced as he struggled to find words amidst the turmoil within him. Finally, he managed to utter something, albeit in a hoarse manner. "Yes," he said, although there wasn't any question directed at him, his voice revealing the unmistakable excitement that had taken hold of the seduced red-headed boy. He couldn't help but feel drawn towards Mia's scent. She sat there, so close, yet seemingly miles away from him.

Ethan glanced nervously around the classroom -- once again. His gaze lingered on Sandra for a brief moment -- once again.

He was unaware of Sandra's growing resentment towards Mia and herself. The blonde girl's heart ached as she observed Ethan succumbing to Mia's influence, her eyes burning with jealousy and sorrow. Sandra's infatuation with Tom had led her to develop feelings of hatred for Mia. However, seeing Mia manipulate Ethan made her somehow reconsider her stance. She suddenly realized that she yearned to surrender to Mia's captivating charm too, wishing to become ensnared in the intoxicating scent of her feet. She remembered the ecstasy that Tom experienced just yesterday and she yearned to undergo the same adventure. Wait, what? What is she thinking right now? What is happening to her?!

Sandra's eyes widened with surprise, reflecting the realization of her unwavering devotion to Mia. A profound shift occurred within her, as if the lock holding her deepest desires captive had abruptly disengaged, enabling her to embrace the feelings she had long suppressed.

But she stayed in her place, too afraid to do anything. Tears started to form in the corner of her eyes. She was so powerless.

And in this moment Mia decided to lift her legs and place her beautiful, slender, bare feet at Ethan's desk, directly in front of him. He was shocked, still holding her boots and sniffing them.

The classroom fell silent, the murmur of conversations replaced by an ominous hush.

Mia, seated comfortably in her -- or Tom's -- desk on the front, she held the entire room in the palm of her hand. Or rather, the sole of her foot. Her posture emboldened by her dominance, with her legs stretched outward, revealing her graceful ankles and the delicate but deep arches of her feet. Ethan, entranced by her charisma, sitting on his chair positioned himself attentively in front of her, still holding her combat boots in his hands. The scent of Mia's feet permeated the air, an intoxicating fragrance that enveloped him, causing his heart to race and his breath to hitch.

Mia's feet were exposed, placed delicately on the table, mere inches away from Ethan's nose. The soft flesh, the alluring shape of her foot and the little droplets of sweat, mostly visible only to him, were a sight to behold.

Ethan found himself leaning forward, his mouth watering, desperate to sample the taste of Mia's feet. He wanted to plunge his tongue into the valleys of her arches, to lick her soles clean, to revel in the sweet nectar of her scent. Mia's gaze locked onto Ethan, her eyes dancing with delight, as the young man gradually succumbed to her intoxicating charm.

The silence in the classroom was deafening, as the rest of the students seemed frozen in disbelief, unable to tear their eyes away from the spectacle unfolding before them.

"Ethan," Mia murmured, her voice like warm honey trickling down his spine. "Do you want you to kiss my feet?" She asked him.

"Yes, I do..." Ethan replied.

"Say it louder", Mia demanded.

"YES, I DO!"

"Full sentence."

"MIA, I WANT TO KISS YOUR FEET!"

"What would you give for this honor?"

"EVERYTHING! EVERYTHING YOU DESIRE!"

Ethan leaned even closer to her perfect, french-pedicured feet.

"Not so fast," said Mia sternly, her voice piercing through his heart, breaking it into little pieces. He stopped in his tracks. "I want you to beg."

Mia smirked as she said it.

Ethan blinked, his lips forming a small 'O', unable to grasp the meaning of her words.

Beg? Of course he would beg. For someone like Mia, he was a nobody. Just a mere mortal compared to her celestial existence. Ethan's heart raced, his hands trembled, but he gathered himself and replied: "I beg you, Mia. Please, allow me to kiss your feet!"

Mia shook her head, her smile turning into a devious grin. "You see, Ethan, this kind of begging is boring me. It isn't original. It isn't enough. I think you'll have to grovel."

"Grovel?" Ethan questioned, his brow furrowed in confusion.

"Yes, Ethan," Mia retorted, her crystalline blue eyes gleaming with amusement. "Kowtow to me. Prostrate yourself before my feet. Worship me."

A wave of humiliation crashed over Ethan, his cheeks reddening and his stomach churning. He gulped, his throat parched, as he attempted to swallow the lump that formed in it.

The room was deathly quiet, save for the faint ticking of the clock on the wall. Time seemed to slow down, stretching each agonizing second into an eternity. Ethan's gaze flitted between Mia's feet and the rest of the class, searching for a reprieve from the torment. But there was none to be found.

Sandra, sitting at the back of the class, watched the scene unfold with mounting dread. Her anger morphed into jealousy, her heartache amplifying as she witnessed Ethan's complete submission to Mia. He was getting enslaved just like her beloved Tom.