**Author's Note: This story contains strong themes of foot fetish and could have been easily categorized as fetish rather than mind control. If that's not a problem for you, please enjoy.**
"Another point for me!" April said gleefully.
April stood on her tiptoes to draw a tally mark next to her name on a large chalkboard. The board now read: April-III, Alexis-I, Avery-II, Miranda-0. Miranda watched with a sour expression on her face. She was pissed. It didn't stop her from gazing appreciatively at her mother's wrinkly mature soles when April stretched up to reach the board. April turned around and did a little dance of celebration. Her big tits heaved and jiggled as she hopped up and down. Miranda rolled her eyes.
April came over and gave Miranda a pat on the head. "What's the matter sour puss? Are you sad because you haven't gotten any new slaves for master's harem?" April said, teasing her eldest daughter.
Miranda swatted her hand away. "You got lucky! If I had a couple of busty milfs who asked me to go on a yoga retreat with them I'd be on the board too!" Miranda protested.
"Those busty milfs are called Barbara and Constance and you will treat them with respect." April said indignantly.
"No, master renamed them Cougar Slut and Milf Toes." Miranda said.
"Oh then please be respectful and call them by their proper foot slave names! Come on, we better get a move on." April led Miranda down the hall to the master bedroom. Both women were barefoot and naked but for a thong and their soles padded lightly on the cool wooden floor.
In the bedroom Dan was worshiping the feet of his new slaves, two foxy mature women. One, a blonde with big puffy hair and the other a black woman with a short afro, both were in their mid forties. The slaves waved to April and Miranda. April smiled and waved back, Miranda rolled her eyes again.
April and Miranda got into position, lubed up their soles and started to take turns stroking Dan's cock. His face was covered by mature milf feet but they could hear him grunt appreciatively.
"Honestly if you put in a little more effort you could have bagged a new slave by now." April said to Miranda as her oily feet bobbed up and down on Dan's erection.
Miranda ground her teeth. She looked at the new slaves with equal parts arousal and frustration. "Hey Cougar Tits can I give your foot a sniff?" Miranda asked the black woman.
"I'm Milf Toes!" She protested.
"Whatever, come here." Miranda started sniffing happily at the broad and meaty soles of the new foot slut. She was feeling frustrated that she hadn't gotten any slaves for Master yet and a little foot worship of the new slaves was just what she needed.
"Enjoying the fruits of my hard work? If you applied yourself maybe you'd have brought in your own slave. Even the twins have brought home some of their school friends to join the harem." April piped up.
Miranda was starting to feel pretty annoyed. "Why don't you leave it alone? Jesus. Move over, I want a turn."
"Footjobs are for closers only. But you're lucky I'm feeling generous." April moved over and joined Dan, worshiping the feet of the new members of his foot slut harem. Miranda scooted into position, gripped Dan's cock between her oily soles and started to stroke him. She moved pretty quickly, she was channeling her frustration into the footjob.
She clenched her jaw and moved her feet rapidly across the length of his shaft.
"I'll show her! I'm going to get so many foot slaves for Master, she's going to be old news!" Miranda thought.
Dan started to grunt and Miranda smiled. "Looks like I'll be receiving his cum today. Take that mother!" she thought.
...
Later on, Miranda went to the gym to get a workout and look for potential slaves. Miranda ran, her chestnut ponytail bobbed up and down with each footfall. She was zoning out and trying not to be too obvious checking out the other gym goers.
"Hmm too fat. Too fit. Nose is too small. That one looks like she would have bad feet. That one is literally a grandma." Miranda was sizing up every other woman and trying to evaluate whether they would make a good foot slave.
Miranda paused her treadmill and took a sip of water. It was always a struggle competing for Dan's attention. April had such big tits and the twins were, well, twins so Miranda figured that staying fit was one way she could try to keep Dan interested.
"Jeez, do I really want to find more slaves for Dan's harem? That's going to make it even harder to get him to notice me." Miranda thought to herself. Then her eyes briefly glazed over and another thought crossed her mind.
"Master wants more women for his harem. I do as master commands. I would do anything for Master." Miranda was unaware but she was mouthing the words as this phrase rolled through her mind. She suddenly stiffened, catching herself just standing still and zoning out. She started the treadmill back up and returned to running.
"I really do want to make Dan happy. He might be my bratty brother but he's also my sexy master who I must obey. Plus if I can get more than Mom I can really show her who's the better slave. How can I bag him some really good foot sluts? If I fill his harem with some really sexy women he's sure to make me the head slave."
Just then, Miranda's phone lit up. She had gotten an email. Without stopping her run she opened the app to see what it was. As she read the contents she began to grin, her smile growing wider and wider as she read. The email began: "You are cordially invited to be a bridesmaid in the wedding of Cindy and Travis..."
Miranda looked at the picture of Cindy, beautiful and blonde, smiling wide. Miranda tried to imagine what she would look like sucking on Miranda's toes or pleasuring Dan with her feet. She smiled an insane toothy grin.
"Looks like I've got my answer." She whispered quietly.
...
2 Months Later. 24 hours until the ceremony.
Miranda walked up to the bar. It was still early but she could see a couple of women sipping drinks. The wedding was going to be held at a beautiful rustic vineyard. It had been rented out for the weekend and the plan was for the bridesmaids to have a slumber party together in the venue as a kind of eleventh hour bachelorette party.
As Miranda got closer she could see that seated at the bar were Cindy, the bride-to-be and her younger sister Emma. Miranda recognized them both even though it had been a few years since they had seen each other. Miranda gave them a wave. Cindy got up and started to walk over to meet her. As they got close, Miranda looked to see if Cindy was barefoot. To her disappointment she saw that the bride-to-be was wearing thin nearly sheer white socks. Miranda could just about see the color on her toes through the socks but in this brief moment, walking towards her, she couldn't get a clear look.
"Miranda! Oh my god, hi! I've missed you! Thanks so much for coming!" Cindy smiled and gave Miranda a hug.
"Thanks so much for inviting me! It's been too long! Congratulations!" Miranda said back. She had been to enough weddings and school reunions after college to be a master at the vapid 'good to see you again' small talk.
"Well thank YOU for actually being on time. We have so much to do. We're golfing nine holes at 11:30, photos at 1, lunch after photos..."
As Cindy blabbered on and on about the schedule, Miranda subtly checked her out. In high school, Cindy had always been the most beautiful girl in their circle of popular beautiful girls. Miranda had to admit she had aged like wine. She had blonde hair, blue eyes, and a tall slender body with pale skin. Her good looks and bossy personality could be intimidating for people who weren't used to her but Miranda had always been able to hold her own. Now that she was standing close, Miranda could see that beneath her socks Cindy wore a blue polish.
"... be just like the old days! It's going to be so much fun! Anyway, you remember Emma right?" Cindy turned to introduce the woman with light brown hair standing behind her. Cindy's sister Emma peeked out from Cindy's shadow.
