A Foot Sniffing Slave 03

Can begged, saying, "I beg you, Faika Hanım, get me out of here, if you want money, I'll give you money, if you want a business, I'll give you the business, but please get me out of here." Your feet and shoes are so dirty, she said, and then she got slapped. She put a ball in her mouth and prevented him from talking. She crushed his penis with her ballerina. Faika Hanım started talking and said, "Now Mr. Can, you're mine, you'll get used to it. I don't need your money or your business, I have very good plans for you. Those feet of mine, which you don't like at all, will be your source of pleasure, you'll come for pleasure and cum for them. You'll know every inch of my feet, which I don't like at all, you'll memorize it, its taste, smell, shape. My shoes will be on your tongue every day from now on. You'll understand the tiredness and trouble I went through that day from both your nose and your tongue, how many hours I stood, how many hours I walked, how many hours my feet stayed in my shoes.

Your nose, tongue and mind will always be on my feet, you will get used to it, in other words, during this time I will always test you until the end of your life because I will turn you into a perfect foot slave for me. You will always be responsible for my feet and shoes, my foot odor will be your source of pleasure and the best smell in the world. It will be forbidden for you to breathe any other smell than my feet. I want you to always think about my feet, are they very tired, are they very sweaty, are there calluses, is there dirt between your toes, this dirt will be your food, your sustenance, if there is you will eat it, if not you will starve.

My nails will be food for you, you will be responsible for my nail polish. Can, who heard these, got scared and could not come to his senses. He was making strange sounds and whining because he could not speak. Mistress Faika said that your objections were in vain, the contract is ready for you to be my property, and you signed it as a fingerprint while you were sleeping and laughed. Now let's get back to our topic, I walked around outside for a while while you were sleeping, my feet are sweaty right now, the weather is warm by chance, check my feet and let's see, she said and took off her white ballet flats from one of her feet and asked him to smell her bare feet without wasting a second, Can tried to escape from under her feet and although he tried to take a deep breath, he realized that he had nowhere to run, Despite the sound of disgust coming from his slave, Mistress Faika held her nose between her toes and realized that she smelled worse.

While Can's nose was breathing in Mistress Faika's foot scent, Faika leaned back and realized how relaxed and strong she was. Although Can's shock slowly passed, he involuntarily continued to smell Faika's feet, while Mistress Faika, who was trying to smell the flats she was holding in her hand, almost threw up from the smell of her own feet. And at that moment, this smell should give you pleasure, this smell should bring you pleasure, the smell you smell from my feet should come out of your penis as semen. And that semen will be my natural cosmetic product, she said. After about 1 hour of sniffing, she took Can's penis out of its cage but saw that there was no movement. Then it occurred to Faika to ask what his urge was. She showed him between her legs and in the meantime, Can suddenly became aroused within a few minutes. Faika understood that he was enjoying the anal area.

She leaned towards Can's face, I have to change your stimulation zone, my slave, I apologize, she said, mocking and laughing. Then she moved away from his face and showed Can the sole of her foot, from now on you will be stimulated from this sole of her foot, try for this. Only my feet. In time, according to the developments, I will put my feet to the test, you will learn my girlfriends' feet accordingly, you will learn this very well when the time comes. Take a good look, you will recognize me not from my face, but from the smell of my feet, the taste of my feet, the shape of my feet. If you want to masturbate, I will give you opportunities, I suggest you use them well, you will masturbate while smelling my feet, she said.

Faika, who made him smell her feet a little more, understood that Can had fainted. She taped his mouth instead of the mouth ball that he had taken out of his mouth while he fainted. In the meantime, she brought a bottle for Can's urine, filled the bottle where he had fainted, put his penis back in its cage. She had glued the ballet flats she had taken out of her feet to his nose. Time passed a little bit until late, mistress Faika, who was doing housework except Can, had house slippers on her feet. She would go and come and check on Can. After training Can a little, she would make him do the housework as well. But she didn't give Can any food or drink.

Because the faster he learned and trained, the easier his life would be. That day, after Mistress Faika finished the housework, she put on Can's ballerina nose, his mouth was taped and she put on the AR device loaded with photos of the soles of his feet on his head and left him like that and went upstairs to bed. Can suddenly woke up with the sound coming from outside, when he opened his eyes he was surprised at first, the familiar smell of feet in his nose again, the pictures of the soles of his new owner he saw. Mistress Faika had set it to change by itself. Then he realized that the ballerina he was walking in today was fixed to his nose, and in his eyes were the photos of the soles of his Sabibi. Then he realized that Mistress Faika was really serious. But no matter what she does, there is no pleasure stimulation, she hates it but she can't do anything. Mistress Faika is lying in her bed and when she looks outside when she is startled by a sudden voice, she sees that it is Ms. Zeynep and goes to check on her slave, she sees that he is struggling a little but she lies down on her bed without making any noise.

Then he starts thinking about what to do again. The idea of ​​putting the cage he bought in his room at his feet crosses his mind. He thinks that the closer it is to his feet, the better. He thinks that he can watch his feet throughout the night and even give him various tasks, such as how many times his slave's feet moved during the night, how many times each toe itched, how many times it moved, how many minutes it remained visible, and thus he aims to increase his attachment to his feet. Just as he was about to fall asleep, he looked at the wall, thought of putting up photos of his feet and went to sleep.