Mia's Foot Cult Ch. 03

And then, Ethan groveled.

He dropped to his knees, his heart pounding in his chest, his vision clouded by tears. He pressed his forehead against the cold linoleum floor, feeling the grainy texture beneath his skin. His shoulders shook violently, his voice quivering as he uttered the words that would forever bind him to Mia.

"Please, Mia," Ethan pleaded, his voice breaking. "Give me the honor of kissing your feet. Let me taste your sweet sweat, let me worship you. I will do anything you desire. Please, I'm begging. I'm begging! I just want to taste your superior feet! Please! Allow me the honor! Oh, Mia, oh, Goddess!"

Mia's gaze bore into Ethan, her eyes gleaming with triumph.

She knew her power had consumed him, and now he belonged to her. But she also understood that Ethan needed more than just a physical release; he craved emotional validation. So, as Ethan prostrated himself before her feet, Mia decided to push him further, testing the limits of his devotion.

"Ethan," Mia drawled, her voice dripping with seductive allure. "Would you sacrifice everything for me?"

Ethan paused, his heart thumping loudly in his chest. "Yes, of course," he answered eagerly, with desperation. "Anything you desire, Mia. I will give it to you willingly."

Mia's eyes sparkled with delight, as she replied. "Very well, Ethan. There is one final task."

Ethan, kneeling at her feet, felt a surge of apprehension. "What is it?" he asked. He knew it would be something humiliating. He just didn't know how much. Although... what difference does it make now, anyway?

Mia's smile widened, her voice taunting, "You must confess your deepest desires to the entire class. Your most intimate, darkest sexual fantasy."

Instantly, Ethan felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment.

There was a small crowd now, surrounding Mia, as they wanted to witness closer this strange scene of Ethan's total submission and humiliation -- and student after student joined in. They were buzzing with anticipation at this moment, their gazes fixed upon him like a pack of ravenous wolves. He knew that he had no choice. If he wished to gain Mia's favor, he would have to reveal his innermost desires, no matter how shameful or embarrassing they may be.

"Uh, well," Ethan stuttered, his voice shaking with trepidation. "There's this fantasy I've been having recently--"

Mia smirked, her gaze boring into Ethan as she interrupted him. "Tell them everything. No holds barred." Mia's voice rang out, cutting through the hushed whispers of the crowded classroom. Her words were like a sharp blade, carving open the secrets buried deep within Ethan's psyche.

Ethan faltered, his voice stuttering as he fought to find the courage to speak his truth. "Well, um," he began again, his words stumbling over themselves in his haste to escape his lips. "I guess I've been fantasizing about..."

"About what, Ethan? Or maybe... about who?" Mia asked.

"About Tom. I think... I am... I was... gay?" Ethan wasn't sure himself now. Not after what he was doing right now.

"I knew it. And what did you want to do with Tom, Ethan?" Mia prodded.

"I was fantasizing about his cock... and how he would... fuck me in my ass... I wanted to be with him..."

The whole class gasped in shock. They didn't know Ethan was a homosexual, he didn't even gave them any inkling of it.

And then Mia laughed to herself. Not only did she convert a non foot-fetishist to a full-blown footslut, she also converted a gay boy to worship her feminine perfection. Her power truly knows no bounds.

"All right, Ethan", Mia finally stated. "You did what you were told to do. So, remind me... what did you want from me, again?" Mia asked him, barely containing her laughter.

"I wanted to... worship your feet..." He replied, eagerly.

"All right, sit still. I will grant you my foot on your lips and nostrils." As she said that, Mia repositioned herself, now dangling her right foot in front of horny boy's mouth. 10 inches, 8... 6... her perfect foot was getting closer and closer to him, her pheromones intoxicating his mind more and more with each second. Four inches, three... he was smelling her odor, he could almost taste it now!

And then, to Ethan's horror, she took her foot away.

"Denied". Mia said, laughing victoriously.

"What? Please, Mia! NO! PLEASE, NO! GODDESS, NO! LET ME TASTE YOUR FOOT!"

"I won't. Get away from me, you creep". Mia stated harshly. And at this moment Ethan's whole world shattered. The class watched the whole scene mesmerized, their jaws almost literally on the floor.

"What? He was a foot pervert. I never saw any guy with this strong of a foot fetish" Mia explained to the class. Ethan just pathetically collapsed on the floor beneath her, curled up and started crying like a little baby.

"Can you believe that?" Mia asked her classmates. She took her combat boots from him and presented them to all the girls and boys in her class. "He wanted to smell this. This! Can you imagine?"

She waved her boots in front of the crowd that gathered around her and Ethan, the latter was now lying and crying on the floor. And as she did it, unaware students started inhaling her pheromones. Her Foot Goddess Aroma.

More and more of them.

They were all becoming entranced.

At the back of the class Sandra watched in horror, the only student who didn't get up from her seat. She knew what was going to happen.

"Don't smell her boots! Don't do it!" She pleaded with her classmates.

But it was too late.

Even as Sandra warned her classmates of the danger lurking within the scents of Mia's boots, the enticing aromas began to weave their intoxicating magic. The scent of Mia's feet, hidden within the rugged leather, wove a tapestry of allure that was impossible to resist. Each whiff drew the uninitiated deeper into the embrace of Mia's irresistible charm, leaving them helplessly enthralled.

Sandra watched, her heart pounding in her chest, as one by one, her classmates succumbed to the lure of Mia's feet. Sam, Hannah, Sylvia, Kyle... even the strong, tall and muscular Patrick...

The once boisterous classroom fell silent, the murmur of conversation replaced by a somber hush. Each person who breathed in the scent of Mia's boots seemed to lose themselves in a trance, their faces contorting with a mix of awe and lust. It was as if they had been bitten by a venomous snake, their minds enslaved by the poisonous allure of Goddess's feet.

"Now, my dear friends," Mia purred, her voice like silk sliding down their throats. "Let us embark on a journey of self-discovery. Allow yourselves to be guided by the mesmerizing symphony of my foot's scent," Mia spoke in a soothing whisper, guiding her audience towards the abyss of temptation.

The classroom transformed into a sanctuary of seduction, where each individual sought refuge in the comforting embrace of Mia's mystical allure. As they inhaled the tantalizing scent of her feet, the pupils began to experience a profound metamorphosis, their bodies swaying rhythmically as if caught in an ethereal dance.

The classroom was engulfed in a profound silence, punctuated only by the occasional gasp or sigh.

"Embrace the bliss of surrender," Mia whispered. "Release your inhibitions and submit to the allure of my feet. Allow yourself to be guided by the enchanting melody of my scent."

Each breath they took brought them closer to the precipice of self-discovery, their minds spinning with visions of Mia's feet. Some envisioned her toes tracing their necks, others pictured her arches pressed against their cheekbones.

Yet, amidst the myriad fantasies swirling through their minds, a resounding sentiment emerged: the insatiable hunger for Mia's feet. Each person, be it a timid girl or a burly boy, was utterly captivated by their allure.

"My dear friends," Mia cooed, her voice an enticing siren's call. "We shall embark on a transcendent voyage. One that will lead us to the heart of passion and desire."

Her words danced in the air, weaving a hypnotic spell that entranced her listeners.

Mia then looked sternly at Sandra, who was the only one not smelling her scent. Sandra looked in horror, she knew what would happen to her if she succumbed to the brunette's pheromones. She would become her mindless slave. And although some part of her wanted that, the other wanted to live as a free being. The other wanted to rescue Tom.

She quickly got up from her seat and started running to the exit. Mia smirked.

"You can't run away from me, little girl. You'll become my slave sooner or later, Sandra!" Mia yelled after her, as she watched the terrified blonde sprinting towards the classroom door.

"And I'd bet that it'll be sooner". Mia said to herself after Sandra was gone.

"But back to the task at hand!" The raven-haired Goddess exclaimed excitingly, as now the crowd of 12 horny boys with raging boners in their pants and 9 girls, all their pussies dripping wet, were still huffing in the scent from her leather boots. Counting Ethan, who still laid down on the floor, sobbing uncontrollably, she now gained 22 new slaves.

"Wonderful, my dear friends," Mia purred. "We are now a select group of individuals who share a unique bond. We all yearn for the same thing: the irresistible allure of my feet."

As Mia continued her speech, a strange calm washed over the room -- although paradoxically, at the same time, the air was heavy with anticipation, as if the very walls themselves were holding their breath. Each member of the enthralled throng was lost in their own private reverie, pondering the implications of their newfound obsession.

As Mia's enchanting scent wafted through the air, their minds danced with images of her supple feet, each person eager to experience the ultimate pleasure of submitting to their irresistible touch.

"My dear friends," Mia crooned. "We shall gather right now in the school auditorium for an exclusive event. An unparalleled opportunity to indulge in the exquisite sensations of my feet."

The collective gasp that echoed through the chamber was palpable, the tension mounting with each passing second. Ethan stopped sobbing, got up on his knees and stared at his Goddess with a newfound hope in his eyes.

Each participant, both male and female alike, yearned for the opportunity to bask in the warm glow of Mia's feet. The scent, intoxicating and overwhelming, was like a drug, drawing them deeper into the clutches of addiction.

"Follow me, my dear friends," Mia purred, her voice like a siren calling them to the depths of the ocean. "We shall traverse this wondrous voyage together, sharing our experiences and growing stronger as we explore the realms of pleasure and desire."

Mia led the way, her radiant presence illuminating the path ahead as they exited the classroom.

Her followers, Ethan included, eagerly followed her, their eyes fixated on her shapely figure. Each step she took with her beautiful, wondrous, gorgeous and marvelous, petite pale-skinned slender feet through the hallway, the objects of their desire, resonated with confidence, her poise undeniable. The air crackled with anticipation, the charged atmosphere sending shivers down the spines of those who ventured forth.

"Come hither, my dear friends," Mia called out with an almost singing voice, not unlike like a gentle lullaby. "We shall venture forth into the heart of pleasure together."

As they entered the empty auditorium, the vast space swallowed them whole. The stage beckoned, its grandeur dwarfing their insignificant forms.

Mia's commanding presence dominated the room, her essence pulsating through the air like invisible tendrils reaching out to her disciples. She stood in the center of a big podium and the crowd assembled around her with faces painted with a mixture of both anticipation and lust. The room was hot, the air thick with expectation.

"My dear friends," Mia intoned. Now her voice was like a celestial choir, "we gather here today to celebrate this sacred union." Her words hung in the air, weighty with significance. The crowd hung on her every utterance, their eagerness palpable.

Mia surveyed her flock of admirers, noting the hunger in their eyes. She could sense their desire, a potent force emanating from each one of them. It was intoxicating, the power she held over these young men and women. She reveled in the knowledge that they would do anything to appease her, to bask in her glorious presence.

"My dear friends," Mia repeated the phrase. "It will be the last time I will call you that. From now on you are all my foot slaves and I am you Foot Goddess Mia. Do you understand?" She asked her former classmates.

The response was unanimous. All twenty-two individuals eagerly nodded their heads, their eyes brimming with anticipation. They were ready to submit to Mia's command, willing to offer her their servitude without hesitation.

"Excellent, my dear foot slaves," Mia declared. "You have chosen wisely. Now, let's indulge. Form lines of six kneeling people in one row. Each row will crawl forward and have a time to worship my feet -- three people will worship my left foot, and three people will worship my right foot. After three turns there will be a lucky four left, who will worship my feet in twos -- two on the left, two on the right. Although, I'm not sure if that's too much luck, considering all the saliva of your classmates you'll have to lick up", Mia laughed to herself.

And then they started to obey her demand, with robotic movements, almost like mindless drones. They formed three rows one after another, each with six kneeling people before her; the last, the fourth one, was containing the remaining four, just like she instructed. She sat on the big teacher's chair in the auditorium, her newfound provisorial throne, and then she summoned the first row with a seductive movement of her right index finger.

The line of six kneeling individuals in the forefront started to crawl, their hearts racing, anticipating the opportunity to worship her feet. Finally, they stopped right before the objects of their desire. She extended both her legs gracefully, side to side, as a group of three slaves formed to admire her left foot and another one formed to admire her right one.

"Begin," Mia commanded with a soft whisper that carried a tone of authority.

The six worshippers, lost in their desire, started their task.

Three of them eagerly reached for Mia's perfectly shaped left foot, while the other three extended their hands towards her flawless right foot. Each person's face was illuminated by the fervent heat of their longing, their mouths agape as they gazed reverentially at Mia's divine appendages.

"Mia, oh Mia," they murmured, their voices melding into a cacophony of adoration. "Your feet are a testament to your divinity" Ethan, who was among the first six, spoke reverently, his voice quavering with awe. He gazed at Mia's flawless left foot with veneration, his heart swelling with pride at the thought of being allowed to serve such a magnificent entity.

"I will devote myself to you, Mia," Ethan vowed emotionally. "I will gladly lick your feet clean, to worship you with my utmost respect, to make sacrifices for you." His declaration was met with a chorus of agreement from the other slaves, their voices echoing his sentiments.

The room filled with the sound of moans and sighs, a symphony of adulation for Mia's feet.

"Oh, Mia," another slave named Sam groaned, his voice thick with lust. "Your feet are a treasure trove of pleasure." He gently kissed Mia's delicate right arch, his tongue dancing across her skin. His heart hammered in his chest, his excitement building with each passing second. He couldn't believe he was actually touching Mia's feet, the object of his deepest desires.

He ran his fingers along her soft sole, feeling the gentle but deep curve of her arch. Her skin was smooth and warm, a contrast to the roughness of his own palms. He moved his thumb lightly over her heel, admiring the strength of her muscles. The sensation was surreal, his heartbeat drumming a frantic rhythm in his chest. "Mia," he whispered, his voice hoarse with need. "I've dreamed of this moment for so long."

She smiled, her eyes glinting with mischief. Apparently Sam already had a foot fetish. "Ah, you're a true connoisseur." Mia said, while wiggling her toes towards him. Sam couldn't help but look at them, moving like a nymph doing a dance, inviting him to join in. The sight of them made his heart race even more. The temptation was too great.

"Now, all six of you. Lick harder". Mia demanded from her foot slaves. "Show me your devotion. Taste my scent."

As the foot slaves feverishly obeyed her commands, their tongues eagerly exploring every inch of her feet, Mia couldn't deny the thrill coursing through her veins. Their devotion and enthusiasm were intoxicating, their fervor only serving to heighten her arousal. Yes, she was aroused. It didn't happen often but right now she felt it. This was her having sex, this was her fucking -- enslaving countless of individuals. And she wouldn't have it any other way.

"That's it," Mia encouraged with now a more excited voice. "Feel the power of my feet seeping into your souls. Become one with them."

The foot slaves, their faces flushed with desire, listened intently to Mia's instruction. Their tongues eagerly explored her feet, tasting the sweet sweat that trickled down her soles. The aroma of her scent filled the air, a heady concoction of musk and femininity that bewitched their senses.

"You're doing wonderfully," Mia praised, her voice like the sweetest honey. "Now, give me your best effort. Show me your commitment."

The foot slaves eagerly responded, their tongues working tirelessly to please their Goddess. They tasted every crevice, every groove, and every contour of Mia's feet. Their breathing quickened, their pulses raced, and their minds filled with visions of her soles, arches, ankles and toes.

"Keep going," Mia urged. "I want to see your dedication."

As the foot slaves continued their service, their intensity grew. They licked and sucked even harder, with even more amorousness, their tongues eagerly exploring every inch. Their moans and sighs mingled with the sounds of their saliva slapping against her soles. "Mia," one of the slaves cried out, his voice hoarse with passion. "Your feet are divine."

Mia smiled, eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "Indeed," she replied. "My feet hold the key to your salvation."

She spoke softly yet confidently, her voice like a gentle lullaby guiding her subjects towards their fate. The auditorium was abuzz with anticipation, the electricity pulsing through the air creating a palpable energy.

The first trio of slaves, with Ethan in it, moved their tongues faster, greedily sucking on Mia's tender flesh of her left foot. Their movements were urgent, driven by an insatiable thirst for her essence. The second trio, worshipping her right foot, was doing it slowly, with care, savouring every little droplet of sweat she produced. Their tongues were expertly exploring the curves and valleys of her soles, tasting the unique blend of saltiness and sweetness that was Mia's foot sweat.

"Mia," one of the slaves moaned, his voice trembling with desire. "Your feet are the epitome of perfection." He moved his tongue up and down her sole, feeling the ridges and grooves of her skin. His heart slammed against his ribcage, his pulse thrumming in time with his excitement. He felt like he was on top of the world, intoxicated by the sweet scent of Mia's feet.

As he lapped at her arch, his tongue lovingly tracing the contours of her foot, he could almost envision himself wrapped in her arms, their bodies entwined in a passionate embrace. "Mia," he murmured, his voice breaking with longing. "Your feet are a work of art."