Britney's Toe Ring

Chapter 1: The Induction

My roommate Britney was sitting on the couch watching Love Island when I came home from work. I had always had a major crush on her since the first time we met, but I never had the confidence to act on it. Instead, I had been stuck in the friend zone for the past year. We had met through some mutual friends at a house party, and became good friends not long after. While it was nice becoming close to her, it was never quite satisfying enough for me. In fact at times I almost wish we weren't as close, as she would share intimate details about her love life and all the "boys" she was with to me. I always lent an ear to her and gave her any advice I had, regardless of how it killed me inside.

Britney was a skinny, toned white girl. She had small but perky breasts, usually a turn off for me but on her it worked wonderfully. Her ass was perfectly round and plump, which was surprising every time she turned around since she was so skinny. Since living with her the past few months, I had caught many glimpses of her ass, leading to a nightly routine of jerking off imagining my face being sat on by her. Her legs were toned and long, and always looked amazingly smooth. She had probably close to 40 tattoos throughout her body, though none of them were very large. She was covered in patch work, many small tattoos pieced together. Most were covering her arms and thighs, and her tattoos really turned me on. She always had long, manicured fingernails, which I would constantly imagine gripping my cock. Yet they never did in reality. She also always had a nice pedicure, usually painting her toes white but she seemed to like softer pastel colors as well. I didn't really pay much attention to her feet however, as I was mostly an ass man.

Today she was wearing tight, black leggings with white socks to go along with a white tank top. Nothing crazy but she looked effortlessly sexy.

"You look like you had a rough day" she smirks.

After a long day of work I reply "An 8 hour shift will do that to you."

"Why don't you get showered up and come watch love island with me, I need someone to talk about all this tea with!" she states excitedly.

I nod and go to my room to take a shower. About 15 minutes later I walk out into the living room, ready to unwind. I sit next to her and we watch the show, gossiping every time someone says something cringey on the show.

After watching 2 episodes, she suddenly turns to me excitedly and shouts "I got some cute things at the thrift shop today I totally forgot to tell you!"

I am hyped to hear this, but for a much different reason than her. See, Britney loves to get new clothes often and does little fashion shows to show off her latest hauls.

"Why are we still watching Love Island when we haven't even seen the Britney fashion show yet?"

She gets up faster than lightning to grab her shopping bag. I watch her perfect ass bouncing as she dashes to her room. She walks back in with a giddy smile on her face, as her getting new clothes is always the highlight of her week. It becomes the highlight of my week whenever she actually tries on the clothes, so I always get hopeful that one of the outfits will speak to her enough to make her need to put it on.

"Okay I got like 5 things today, so don't get too excited. But I think I can use a couple of them as a matching outfit. They had a lot of other cute stuff, but none of it was in my size."

The first thing she pulls out is a checkered skirt, which I immediately hope she decides to try on as girls with short skirts means ass hanging out the back. I ooh and aah dramatically, hoping my excitement will get her hyped to try it on. The smile burns on her face, and I can tell she was excited by me reaction.

"I'm so glad you like it! I probably should've started with my least favorite thing but this skirt was my favorite part of the haul and I couldn't wait. These would be perfect to wear on a date or something." she exclaims. Damn, that felt bad but if it gave me a chance to see her in them then I had to hype her up.

I reply "who cares I'm sure all of these are going to be fire regardless, let's see what else you got! Any guy on a date with you would love your fashion."

Next she pulls out a white crop top with short black sleeves.

"Okay but why would those actually go OFF with the skirt!" I blurt out. Not only was this actually true, but I all I could think about was getting her to wear the skirt.

"RIGHT! I literally screamed in the store when I was this." Mission accomplished, the excitement on her face was impossible to miss.

Next she pulled out a silver necklace with a little crescent moon, it looked cheap but I knew she would look cute with it on. This was the most predictable item, as I'd noticed she loved wearing new necklaces all the time. She decided now was the time and slipped the necklace on.

"You know how I am with my moon jewelry" she giggled.

Next she pulled out a black zipper jacket. "This one isn't really that special but you can never have too many jackets" she said. I was underwhelmed but I was not gonna let her know that, "yeah but that'll go with like 30 different outfits so that's a win".

Lastly, she pulls out a tiny plastic bag. She takes out a silver toe ring. The band is extremely slim, wrapping around once and ending with a decently sized flower gem that is glistening green. "This is my favorite green so I just had to get this toe ring" she states. I normally would've shrugged this item off but something about it catches my eye. I am thoroughly intrigued for some reason.

"You need to put that on immediately Brit! That's the best part of the haul without question!" I exclaim.

Uhhhhh what. What did I just say? Why the hell did I sound so excited. How is a stupid toe ring better than a tiny skirt that will guarantee me seeing her ass popping out of the back? I look at her face and she is giving me a quizzical stare. I feel my face turning red but I still have a stupid smile.

"Of all the stuff I got, this one is your favorite for real?" she questions.

I'm going to tell her that I meant she should put that on after the skirt outfit or even another day. I'll tell her I just liked the color of it or something.

"Yeah you should try on the skirt and stuff I guess, but all I care about is seeing that toe ring on you to be honest" I reply.

What the fuck just came out of my mouth? Is my brain malfunctioning? The last thing I'd give a shit about is some dumb toe ring (from a thrift shop to say the least).

She looks confused and rather disappointed. I feel like a complete idiot. Then she says "alright I'll put this on right now cause you seem to really like it, but honestly this was my least favorite thing."

She sits down on the couch next to me and peels back her white socks, throwing them onto the floor. Her toes are painted neon orange, prompting her to say "this ring isn't even gonna match my toe color, are you sure you want me to still put it on?"

She makes an amazing point. The green flower gem is going to stick out like a sore thumb from her neon orange toes, this is even more embarrassing now. I'll just tell her to forget the ring and put on the skirt. I don't even like feet, why would I care if she waits to put on the toe ring when she has a matching pedicure.

"I just think the ring will match perfectly on your toes, they're so slender and it'll look amazing on them" I reply confidently.

Once again I tell myself to shut the hell up, but to no avail. My grave has been dug as far as I'm concerned, but there's no turning back now.

"Well first of all thank you, I'm always self conscious about my feet. Secondly are you suddenly like a feet guy or something? I never knew that about you, kinda weird but that's okay I guess" she tells me.

I am so embarrassed I want to die but my eye catches the glimmer of the toe ring and I can't help but say "I've always thought you had gorgeous feet, but they would be incomplete without a toe ring like this."

She looks bewildered but lowers her hand to her foot. She slips the ring onto her long toe, the one directly next to her big toe. It slips perfectly into place. My eyes are locked onto the flower gem, looking at every single glisten on it. My body starts to feel hot, my temperature is rising drastically. My boner has grown to full mast, and is tugging at my jeans. That's when I feel a drop of drool escaping my mouth. Normally I would stand up and run to my room and never come out due to embarrassment, but as I try to stand up I discover my body is locked in place. I don't even care. All I care about is observing this toe ring on Britney's sexy neon orange toes. All I care about is getting lost in the sight of Britney's slender feet. I carefully examine her toes, the nail polish reflecting light into my eyes. A swirling image of her feet with the toe ring races in my mind, playing over and over again with every feels like eternity. More drops of drool escape my mouth, splashing onto my wrists. I couldn't care less.

Suddenly I'm back on the couch completely out of my trance. I notice I'm still looking at Britney's feet, but I notice the toe ring is now in her hand. I look up at her face to see a devilish grin. She has her phone in her other and I hear the stop recording chime as she clicks it. She doesn't say a word but shows me her phone. She clicks play on the video and I notice the video is 30 minutes long. It begins with her stating to the camera how it's been 10 minutes and I haven't stopped staring at her feet and drooling. The camera is pointed at me an inch away from her feet, as she has seemingly repositioned herself to make me right up next to her toes, my eyes staring directly at the toe ring.

I hear her monologue in the video, "So I've realized that you are under some kind of hypnotic spell that this toe ring has created. I tried yelling at you, I slapped your face, pinched your arms and nothing has made you move an inch. So I'm guessing that means you are like my little hypno slave while I'm wearing this toe ring. I'm going to show you this video when I take the ring off and then you will be my foot slave moving forward and honestly that is so exciting cause my feet are always sore and tired from the gym and work. I'm going to show you this video before giving you any commands to really let it sink in that you will be under my toe spell. I hope you like your new life foot boy!"

I stare at the video in horror and utter disgust. I look absolutely pathetic and now Britney knows it. Any chance I ever had at sleeping with her has been demolished. And the worst part is, I don't even like feet! I would've done anything to worship Britney's ass and fuck her, hell I'd be fine with her having a magic butt plug that hypnotizes me to being her ass slave or something, anything but feet. After watching the video I gag to myself thinking about having her stinky gym feet anywhere close to my mouth. The smell of her sweat stained feet in my nose makes me want to throw up. There's gotta be an explanation for this. As the video ends I am about to run to my room to get away from all this when she pulls the phone away and sticks her feet in front of my face. My body stiffens....

Britney begins, "That's it footboy, stare right at my beautiful toes. You are completely under my command now. We're going to set some ground rules for you."

"Number one, you are completely hypnotized by me no matter what. Even when my feet are covered you will obey anything I say. I own you. Now you will repeat after me, "You own me".

"You...own...me" I stutter.

"Number two, my name is no longer just Britney to you. I will be referred to exclusively as Mistress or Queen Britney. I don't care where we are or who we are with, you must call me Mistress or Queen Britney. I'm even being so nice by giving a choice of which name you can address me by!

"I will do whatever you command of me Queen Britney" I say.

"Number three, your whole life revolves around my perfect feet now. You will clean them, pamper them, worship them, love them, and cherish them. My feet are the only thought that will run through your mind. Is that understood foot boy?"

"Yes mistress, your perfect feet are all that matter to me. I will worship your sexy, slender toes and feet. I surrender myself to your feet completely, Queen Britney. I am all yours" I state.

As soon as these words slip out of my mouth, I feel a great weight being lifted off my shoulders. I feel as free as ever. Any other thoughts of Queen Britney have left my mind. All that remains is her neon orange toes, those perfect feet. I wait patiently for my instructions, staring into the abyss that is her feet.

"Good slave" she says. "All of this excitement got me worked up. Im going to go to the gym right now and release all this tension. I want you to wait here for me like the good boy you are. I'll even give you a pair of my stinky socks from yesterday that you can sniff so that you have a part of my feet with you. Is that understood?"

"Yes mistress, I would do anything to smell your stinky socks while I wait for you!" I exclaim

"Good boy, I'll be back soon"

She goes into her room and comes back with multiple pairs of her dirty socks. She chucks them at my face and walks out of the apartment. I am elated! My amazing Queen Britney left me her stinky socks to taste and smell! It is so thoughtful of her to do that for me. I take one sock and shove it directly into my mouth. I can taste the salt on my tongue. I gag as the cotton hits the back of my throat but I couldn't care less. The sweet taste of these socks that her feet were in is all that matters to me. I whisk my tongue around the socks, trying to taste every hint of my mistress's feet that I can. I pull the other socks over my nose and inhale deeply. I smell the rancid scent of her sweaty soles. The socks are slightly wet still, she must have been running intensely in these socks. I can't wait for my mistress to return and give me more commands to follow. I want to make sure I pamper and worship her perfect feet after all that she's done for me just now.

End of chapter 1.