**Author's note: Although this story is categorized as 'Mind Control' it could have just as easily been filed under 'Fetish' and contains strong elements of foot fetish. Enjoy**
In a crowded workshop, a petite brunette woman bent over a shining metal helmet. Sparks and smoke drifted through the room. The woman was dressed in a ridiculous white lab coat and a fluffy white wig. This was Mira, eccentric scientist, closeted lesbian foot fetishist, and woefully unethical inventor extraordinaire.
Mira gritted her teeth and knitted her brow in a look of intense concentration. The perky young woman was running around her home lab with a soldering iron in one hand and a tablet in the other. She alternated between making last minute adjustments to the helmet and tapping away on the tablet. A burning metallic tang filled the air as well as the loud hum of small fans around the room trying to keep the space ventilated. As she soldered some finishing touches on her latest and greatest creation, a corner of her costume caught on an exposed wire and ripped.
"Shit!" Mira cursed. She tried to disentangle herself from the wire without dropping the tablet or catching something on fire with the hot iron. That was when she heard her doorbell ring.
"Shit! Shit! She's here. You better work goddammit!" She swore at the helmet.
Through sheer willpower and focus, Mira touched the soldering iron to her creation one last time, tapped the final command into the tablet, and wrenched her costume away from the wire, ripping it terribly in the process.
"It won't matter soon." Mira said under her breath.
She dashed out of the lab and towards the door. The doorbell was ringing constantly now but Mira paused for just a moment at a hallway mirror and looked at her reflection.
Mira was short, 5'1'' in shoes, with dark hair and olive skin. Her Italian ancestry was obvious in her features. Her dark curly hair normally cascaded down her shoulders. Her most striking feature was her bright green eyes that at this moment were surveying the damage to her halloween costume. She was supposedly going to a halloween party later with her best friend Luceria who was at the door right at that moment. They had agreed to go as a mad scientist and a slutty robot (Mira's idea) but now Mira's fake lab coat was shredded. The dark haired genius sighed and took off her Doc Brown style white wig.
"You're so close. Be cool." She said to her reflection. Then Mira put on her biggest friendliest smile and turned to open the door.
"Trick or treat, smell my feet! Oh jeezus what happened to your costume Mira?" Luceria asked.
Mira stood still, frozen for a moment. Even though they had known each other for years, there were still times when she was stunned by Luceria's beauty. Mira had always had the hots for her friend. Luceria was tall, blonde, athletic but with curves, and most interesting to Mira were Luceria's long beautiful feet. Unfortunately for Mira, Luceria was completely straight and Mira had never felt like she had a chance of hooking up with her gorgeous friend. At least not by conventional means.
Luceria's Halloween costume was not elaborate but definitely sexy. She wore a short silver skirt, a sparkly silver halter top, some metallic style makeup, and at the bottom of her long legs, tall silver go-go boots.
"Hello? Earth to Mira!" Luceria said to Mira who was still spacing out.
Mira quickly shook her head and tried to forget about what she had planned. "Sorry I spaced out. Must be the fumes getting to me. What did you say?" Mira asked.
Luceria stepped inside. "I was wondering what happened to your costume? We were supposed to be a slutty mad scientist with her slutty robot. Instead we're going to look like a slutty robot and her friend the Hulk post-hulkout." Luceria said and gestured to Mira's torn lab coat.
"Oh right, sorry. I had a little wardrobe malfunction while I was tinkering in the workshop. I shouldn't have been wearing the costume. That was dumb." Mira said.
Luceria shook her head. "Maybe there's some way we can fix it. We could make you like a cavewoman and then it would be like we're from the future and the past. I don't know. I know I can't change my costume. I even got a silver paint job at my mani/pedi today, see?" Luceria showed off her nails.
Mira had to concentrate and try not to imagine the silver nail polish on Luceria's toes. Luceria had long and narrow feet. They were slender and spotless and had been the focus of Mira's lust for as long as she could remember. Mira loved women, loved women's feet, and above all thought that Luceria had the sexiest feet she had ever seen.
"Soon they'll be all mine." Mira thought to herself.
Luceria waved her hand in front of Mira's face. "Earth to Mira! My nails aren't that great." Luceria teased her friend.
Mira blushed. She was a domineering control freak most of the time and she hated how Luceria unwittingly had such a strong effect on her. She had lost count of the times that she had been turned into a stammering fool when Luceria was barefoot or just talking about feet around her.
"Sorry, sorry. Just thinking about the costumes. That reminds me. I made you a helmet for your costume. Come and see!" Mira said.
"What makes you think my costume isn't complete?" Luceria asked teasingly.
"What? No it's great it's just-" Mira stammered.
Luceria playfully patted Mira's shoulder "Calm down I'm just messing with you. Show me what you've cooked up, mad scientist. You really don't need a costume. You're so smart I think you're a mad scientist already. Always inventing things." Luceria said.
Mira grinned. "You don't know how right you are." The short scientist led her tall beautiful friend into her workshop.
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Mira led Luceria into the workshop and gazed proudly at her creation. The years of lusting after Luceria had fueled her research and led her to the creation of what was undoubtedly her most ambitious invention. The Slaver Helmet. It sat in the center of the room, still surrounded by fans and wisps of smoke. It was roughly the size of a motorcycle helmet with a screen that would cover the face of the target. It had exposed circuits and wires running all over its metallic exterior. If it worked it would do the unthinkable, transform Luceria or anyone else who put it on into Mira's personal slave.
Mira was so full of nervous energy she could hardly stand still. She felt her moment of victory was at hand. Luceria regarded the helmet with skepticism.
"That's it? It looks kind of involved for a costume piece. Does it do something?" The tall blonde asked. She gave it a little prod with her index finger.
"Yeah the screen can light up and display things." Mira said. She put a hand on Luceria's back and tried to usher her over to the device.
"Oh like Daft Punk?" Luceria asked.
Behind her back, Mira rolled her eyes. "Yes, yes. Like Daft Punk. Ready to try it on?" She asked impatiently.
"Um sure." Luceria lifted the helmet up and gingerly placed it on her head.
"Is it supposed to be this warm? How am I supposed to see?" Luceria asked. She held out her arms to steady herself, she was completely blind in the helmet.
"Here, sit down." Mira guided her friend into a wheelie office chair and then started to hurriedly tap commands into her tablet to begin the brainwashing process. Mira kept her fingers crossed as the program booted up. She hadn't had time to test it and she could only hope that it would turn Luceria into her slave without frying her brain.
"Here goes nothing." Mira muttered. The petite genius tapped in the final commands and looked up to see how the helmet would react.
"What's that Mira? Woah! OH GOD!" Luceria suddenly cried out with panic.
Mira watched with bated breath as the helmet started to blink and emit light from under the facial screen. The circuits and wires started to visibly pulse with electric current and the helmet made a humming sound that increased in pitch until it sounded like a hive of hornets was droning in the room. Then there was a very bright flash of light from within the helmet that momentarily lit up the surrounding room and Luceria went limp in the chair.
