Mia's Foot Cult Ch. 03

Mia quickly casted those thoughts aside. Four still standing participants, albeit barely: three boys and one girl, looked at her reverently. She could sense their hunger for her, their desperation to reach completion. "My faithful servants," Mia began addressing the four remaining worshippers. "You have endured much. But now, one more test for you."

Her words hung in the air like a promise. The four remaining slaves eyed her warily, their hearts pounding in anticipation. They knew that whatever Mia had planned for them, it would push their limits further than ever before. "What do you have in store for us, Goddess?" Sarah breathed, her voice shaky with exhaustion.

Mia smiled excitedly. "Patrick," she whispered. "Why don't you start?"

Patrick swallowed hard. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes locked on Mia's mesmerizing gaze. "I-I don't know, Mia," he stuttered. "Wh-what do you want me to do?"

The brunette smiled, her lips curling up into a sensual grin. "I want you to kiss me," she whispered, her voice like a soft siren calling him to his doom. "On the mouth."

Patrick's heart skipped a beat, his stomach churning with anticipation. He gazed at Mia, her hypnotic eyes boring into his soul. He knew that kissing her would seal his fate, irrevocably binding him to her as a slave, mindlessly helpless to carnal pleasures. But to be honest, he was bound already. He stepped forward, his resolve firm.

As he approached Mia, their eyes locked, their connection intensifying. He reached out, still masturbating pathetically, hesitating briefly before touching her soft, supple lips.

And touch they did. Their tongues danced together, exploring each other's warmth, exchanging their passion. Patrick moaned softly, his body trembling with eagerness. She pulled Patrick closer, pressing her body against his. His erection pressed against her thigh, he was still jerking it, a reminder of his need for her.

"Oh, Pat," Mia sighed. "You're such a good boy." Patrick couldn't help but shiver at the sound of her voice, her words striking a chord within him. He felt his manhood swell even more, painfully straining against his hand. He ached for Mia, his desire for her overwhelming his senses.

With a flick of her wrist, Mia sent Patrick reeling, his face crashing into her crotch. His nose buried in her soft flesh, he inhaled deeply, savoring the intoxicating scent wafting from her divine nethers. The musky aroma of her femininity combined with the tangy sweetness of her arousal. It was a symphony of scents, designed specifically to drive him wild with desire.

"Oh, Mia," Patrick moaned, his voice husky with longing. "You smell so good."

"That's right, Pat," Mia whispered. "You're my devoted servant now and forever." He nodded, eyes glazed with lust.

And then, he began feeling strange. When he was sent by Mia to her crotch, he stopped masturbating, but for some reason he felt like he was going to cum any second. Without even touching himself. How? Why? Why was this happening?

He wasn't even worshipping Mia's sacred womanhood directly, it was through the fabric of her underwear. And still, he could feel himself losing to the mercilessly approaching, touch-less orgasm.

And then he understood. "Unattainable womanhood". What Mia says is always true. It is truly unattainable to mere mortals. And he was only a mere mortal.

His cock started spurting cum on his own while Patrick was still on his knees, his face held to her crotch. "AHHHH!" Patrick screamed.

Mia giggled softly, watching the sight of his spurting semen.

"Such a good boy," she praised him, her tone warm and tender. "Always obedient."

Patrick's face burned red with humiliation as he tried to compose himself. He could feel the remnants of his orgasm coursing through his veins, his entire body aflame with the memory of Mia's intoxicating scent. After his cock was done spurting semen, she seductively casted him away, with her hand pushing him to aimlessly fall on the floor, on his back.

"Mia," Sarah cried out at this sight. "I-I want to join him."

Mia arched an eyebrow with amusement. "Join him, Sarah? But that means that you lose the competition, too. And remember. The reward are my heavenly feet." Mia stated matter-of-factly, leaving no room for doubt. "This one time I will ignore your request". She added. Sarah, who was overcome with lust, agreed with her reasoning. She wanted to worship Mia's feet, first and foremost.

Mia looked at the three remaining worshippers: Ethan, Mike and Sarah.

"Now kneel before me, my beloved slaves."

All of them didn't hesitate even for a brief moment, dropping instantly to their knees in front of Mia. They knew that the ultimate prize awaited them. They only had to endure a little bit more of this torture.

"Do you desire my feet even more now?" she taunted, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

Sarah nodded eagerly. "Oh yes, Mia," she breathed. "I want to experience your celestial feet. I want to feel the power of your scent, the heat of your skin, the taste of your sweat." Sarah pleaded, her voice cracking with desperation.

"But the game is still on." Mia said.

The remaining three slaves looked at each other. They remembered, of course. "The last one standing". It's obviously still on.

"If you want to experience my holy foot sweat once more, you are going to have to endure the same test that Patrick had to endure. Do you understand me?"

The three remaining slaves nodded.

"First -- a kiss on my lips. Mike, come to me."

He moved closer to her, still touching his throbbing penis. And then he eagerly planted a kiss on her beautiful lips. When their tongues met, it was obvious that Mia was the dominating one. She explored Mike's mouth, tasting his sweet saliva as he sucked on her tongue. Mike moaned softly, his erection growing harder in his hand with each passing second. "Ah, Mia," he groaned, quivering with pleasure. "Your taste is divine."

Mia smiled, her lips peeling back to reveal her sharp white teeth. His cock throbbed even more. He felt like the wave of orgasm is coming to him... but then it was over.

He survived.

"Ethan, you're next." said Mia. The process was similar, yet with even more domination from Mia than when she kissed Mike. Ethan was a true beta boy, not long ago fantasizing about her childhood friend Tom fucking him. So it was obvious that he was no match for her in this kissing contest. And when he too felt like the orgasm was coming, he endured long enough for Mia to say: "Enough."

"Now, Sarah. You're the last one. Kiss me on the mouth" The Goddess ordered. The athletic girl, still in the competition, was the only one that was masturbating on her knees. She crawled towards Mia, looking down at her feet, the objects of Sarah's desire. But she had to win this last stretch of contest, first.

Mia took her palm under Sarah's chin and gently guided her to her level. And then she kissed Sarah.

The Goddess was once again fully in control, leading her partner in a dance of passion. Sarah responded enthusiastically with a moan, her heart racing with anticipation. Their tongues intertwined, sending waves of pleasure coursing through their bodies.

"Mmm," Mia moaned softly with a voice like a warm summer breeze. "You're such a good girl, Sarah." The slavegirl blushed, her cheeks reddening with embarrassment. "I-I can't wait to experience your divine feet." Mia smiled with amusement. "Remember, Sarah," she reminded her with a soft whisper. "The game continues."

They continued to kiss, Mia's tongue dominating over Sarah's. And then Sarah felt it. An orgasm coming her way. And it wasn't going to stop. "Oh no, not now. Not after everything that I endured until this point. Please, god, Goddess, no, please, nooo..." her thoughts started racing in her mind... but it was too late.

Still while kissing Goddess Mia's lips, she felt a wave of orgasm coursing through her body. "AHHHHH!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. A scream filled with pain, pleasure and surrender. She clutched at her thigh, her nails digging into her leg as she writhed in ecstasy.

Mia broke the kiss, her lips smirking as she watched Sarah's convulsions. She knew exactly how to push her buttons, how to make her squirm and beg for more. The sensation of Mia's lips and tongue was overwhelming, and Sarah just couldn't bear the delicious torment any longer.

She was still screaming in ecstasy, her body trembling violently as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her. She fell down on her knees. Mia continued to tease her, lifting her own left leg and waving the toes of her mesmerizing left foot goodbye to her. Sarah was begging for mercy.

"Please, Mia," Sarah whimpered with desperation. "I can't take anymore. Let me worship your feet. Please! PLEASE! Don't leave me! Oh Goddess, don't leave me, I'm begging you!"

Mia smiled, gleaming with wicked delight. "No, Sarah. You lost." She stated harshly.

It was like Sarah's whole world just crashed. She began to cry violently. But in this moment Mia stopped paying attention to her.

"And now, here you are, my two champions. Ethan and Mike." The dark-haired beauty announced. "Whoever lasts the longest will lick my holy foot sweat once more. But first you have to worship my unattainable womanhood through the fabric of my panties, like Patrick did earlier. Are you ready?"

The boys eagerly nodded their heads.

"Then kneel". The boys instantly obeyed her. Mia placed her left hand towards the back of Ethan's head and her right hand towards the back of Mike's. And then she pressed their faces to her small, slender crotch, making the two boys smell and lick her unattainable womanhood through the fabric of her underwear.

Both Ethan and Mike wasted no time, their faces greedily pressing against her crotch as they inhaled her tantalizing scent. At the same time they allowed themselves to stop jerking off, which seemingly was acceptable for their Goddess right now.

"Mmm," Mia cooed softly. "You're both doing an excellent job. I can tell that you both desperately crave my divine feet." Ethan and Mike moaned in agreement, their cheeks flush with arousal. They both knew that the victor would be rewarded with another taste of Mia's holy foot sweat. The thought of experiencing it again was more than enough motivation.

Ethan and Mike competed fiercely, their faces pressed tightly against Mia's panties, inhaling deeply as they fought to prolong their time. Both of them knew that only one could emerge victorious, earning the privilege of licking Mia's divine foot sweat once more. The tension between them was palpable, like a silent battle raging beneath the surface. Their faces glistened with perspiration, their breathing heavy and ragged as they struggled to stay focused.

"Well," Mia teased. "It seems like our two contestants are putting forth quite a lot of effort." The boys exchanged wary glances, their eyes burning with determination. Ethan lifted his head slightly, his breath hot against Mia's thigh. "I'm not giving up yet," he growled with low and fierce voice. Mike returned the challenge, the handsome boy's eyes blazed with defiance. "Neither am I," he snapped, his nostrils flaring with intensity.

Mia was amused at their trash talk, a battle for her feet. "Good," she purred. "I want you both to fight for me." The boys groaned in response. Ethan lifted his head, his gaze meeting Mia's with a determined glint. "I won't let you down, Mistress," he growled, his voice thick with lust. Mike mirrored Ethan's gesture, his eyes locking onto Mia's with a fiery intensity. "I'll prove myself worthy," he declared, shaking with passion.

She smiled again. "That's what I want to hear. Show me how much you desire my bewitching feet. Show me that you're willing to do anything to please me."

Ethan and Mike exchanged heated glances, their eyes ablaze with ambition. They knew that winning this contest meant more than just a taste of Mia's deific sweat; it signified their complete submission to her rule. They would become her most devoted followers, willing to do anything to appease her insatiable appetite for worship.

"I will not disappoint you, Mia," Ethan vowed.

"Nor will I," Mike countered, echoing Ethan's sentiment.

She decided to use her vaginal muscles while the two boys were worshipping her womanhood. The feeling of her vagina inviting them in, yet they could not taste, nor see it directly, only experience it through cloth, was too much for them.

"Oh? Are you going to cum, slaves?" Mia asked, giggling to herself. "Like Patrick over there, without even touching yourselves?" She glanced towards Patrick, who laid on the floor near them, defeated, exhausted, in a pool of his own cum.

Ethan and Mike couldn't deny the fact that their orgasms were getting closer and closer. Who would win? Who would be the last man standing? Or, more appropriately, the last man kneeling? Whoever loses this competition will likely go insane due to lack of Mia's divine scent...

Mia watched the two boys intently, their faces flushed with exertion and anticipation. She knew that both of them desired her feet, and the prospect of tasting her sweat drove them to extremes. "Are you enjoying yourself, Ethan?" Mia asked with a voice like a soft whisper. Ethan grunted in response, his face still pressed firmly against Mia's panties. "Absolutely, Mistress," he replied. "I'd do anything to satisfy you."

Mia smiled with a sense of satisfaction. "That's what I want to hear, sweet Ethan," she replied. "I trust that you'll give it your all." He nodded. "Don't worry, Mistress. I'll never disappoint you."

At this point Mike started to retort. "Don't listen to him, my Goddess! I will be your winner! *I* will never disappoint you!" Mike screamed through the fabric of her panties.

And then, both boys saw it. Their incoming doom. They were already on the verge of orgasm, even though they weren't touching themselves, same as defeated Patrick. But what their eyes saw, almost in the exact same moment, filled them with terror.

Mia began to sweat profusely. Because of their predicament, when they looked up, they could see a little under her tank top -- her bare, incredibly flat stomach and enticing belly button. And from this belly button there were coming two huge droplets of sweat, pouring down, directly towards them. One droplet towards Ethan, one towards Mike. They knew that once those droplets come down and touch their nostrils and their tongues, it will send them both over the edge. They've seen it happen many times before. They've seen people squirming in pleasure, crying out in bliss, and releasing their seed uncontrollably. Now, it was their turn, and they knew that resisting wouldn't be easy. But, they also knew that if they succeeded, they would earn the privilege of tasting Mia's angelic foot sweat once more.

Ethan and Mike glanced at each other, their eyes locked in a struggle for dominance. They were competitors, and neither of them wanted to lose. But they also shared a common enemy -- the impending doom of their defeat. That was their one, final, desperate hope: to cling to the shreds of resistance, to push themselves beyond their limits, to delay the inevitable. They could only hope that their tenacity would somehow save them from the brink of destruction.

They looked up once more. Both droplets of sweat were closing in on them past her pelvis, almost touching their noses at the same time right now. Mia knew what was happening. To prevent them from escaping she pushed their heads towards her with her hands even stronger.

They couldn't escape. They had nowhere to run. Both Ethan and Mike were on the verge of losing their minds. They could smell her bewitching scent, which made their erections unbearable. And now, they could actually taste her sweat, as both droplets fell onto their tongues.

"MMMM!" Ethan screamed. His mouth got flooded with her sweet sweat. He wanted to pull away, but Mia held him firmly by his hair. He knew that he would loose his chance at tasting her marvelous feet.

Mike was in an identical situation. Both boys were on the edge. But after the two big droplets the cascade didn't stop. There were more, coming for them. For their minds. For their sanity. Just one more droplet of Mia's stomach sweat was enough to send them over.

"AAAAHHHH!", "UUUUUHH!" screamed both Ethan and Mike. And at the same time, their hard, throbbing cocks started cumming on their own, without any touch or stimulation, wave after wave of hot semen.

It was unstoppable. Uncontrollable. Inevitable. Both Ethan and Mike surrendered to the relentless pleasure that washed over them.

"Oh, Mia!" Ethan gasped, his voice quivering with pleasure.

"Oh, Goddess!" screamed Mike, in the same predicament as Ethan.

Their cocks were still cumming on their own, to the bewilderment of other slaves who lost the game and now were watching the two last participants. The whole room was turned into Mia's playground, a giant fuckfest where she could experiment with different techniques to push her subjects over the edge.

Finally, both Ethan's and Mike's cocks stopped shooting out their semen. Mia took a one last look down at them, and then gently pushed both of the boys away, just like she did with Patrick. They collapsed on the floor almost in the exact same time.

Mia smiled to herself.

For the longest moment there was a complete silence in the air, apart from grunts, moans and heavy breathing of the two defeated finalists. And then the silence was finally broken.

"So... who won the competition between those two?" asked Sylvia, the petite redhead, who was the first to be eliminated from Mia's masturbation circle.

"Well, Sylvia," the brunette replied, her piercingly blue eyes twinkling with mischief. "You know the rules. The last one standing gets a special treat."

After all the excitement, her former high school classmates were eager to learn who would be crowned the champion, the ultimate slave. The atmosphere was electric, filled with anticipation and excitement. All eyes were on Mia, her feet the center of attention. The smell of her sweat was intoxicating, and the promise of a taste of her godly feet was irresistible. They were jealous already.

The class buzzed with anticipation, eager to witness the outcome of the intense competition. Sylvia, the petite redhead, leaned forward, overwhelmed by curiosity. "Mia," she prodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "What do we do now?"

Mia ignored Sylvia's question and walked towards Ethan and Mike, two fallen masturbation warriors. She stood above them and put her hands on her hips in a triumphant gesture. "What do you think, boys? You both came at the exact same time. And you both collapsed at the exact same time. Are you both the last men stand... kneeling? Or are none of you worthy of this title?" Mia challenged, her voice dripping with arrogance. "Because I don't see any winners here."

Ethan and Mike lay on the floor, utterly defeated, their erect cocks spent and softening. Neither of them dared to respond. They had been thoroughly dominated by Mia, and the prospect of tasting her stunning feet seemed further from reach than ever.

Ethan tried his luck anyway. "Maybe there could be two winners... oh Goddess?" he asked.

She looked at him. "Is that what you both want?" She asked, her voice cold and commanding. "To share my divine feet together?"

Ethan and Mike remained silent, unable to muster the courage to speak. They knew that speaking up would mean risking rejection, humiliation, and ultimately, disappointment. Mia stared at them, her piercing blue eyes boring into their souls. The silence stretched on, thick and oppressive, weighing heavily on their shoulders.

"No," Mia finally said coldly. "You're not worthy of worshipping my holy foot sweat".