Isabella found herself laying on her back completely nude except for the blindfold across her eyes made from two of Sophie's socks tied together. Her bare breasts raised and dipped gently with her breath; she was getting excited.
Somehow, in the span of a couple days, she found her life completely flipped upside down but it no longer bothered her. In fact, she loved it. The complete degradation of her once arrogant and hard headed self only served to stroke the fires of passion in the pit of her heart, stomach and sex.
Upon coming home and seeing her upset girlfriend who then revealed that she too was into Isabella's submissive and masochistic behavior, Isabella was in disbelief. She almost thought Sophie was playing tricks on her. Sophie had always been a nice, bubbly, outgoing but also shy and gentle woman; she refused to kill any insect even if it meant facing her fears to save their lives. But ever since the hypnotist show - *that* hypnotist show with *Miss Mesmer* - Sophie seemed to actually enjoy humiliating Isabella and the once timid expression on her face morphed to one of sadistic confidence.
The look she had in her eyes when Isabella fell down to the floor - head on the ground and palms laying flat on either side - it was a look of pure pleasure and thrill, as if she too had another run in with the hypnotist. She told Isabella to strip, which caused Issy's heart to jump and her body to obey. Quickly she shed off all her clothes, recklessly pushing them aside.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Sophie stared daggers at Issy. "Fold them neatly."
"Oh, of course. Sorry Soph." Isabella collected her cast aside outfit and began to neatly fold them into a pile at Sophie's feet.
"Mistress." When Sophie said the word, Isabella's heart swooned.
"Mistress! Sorry, Mistress."
"Ugh. Fine. Good enough. You have a lot to learn, my little foot slut. Luckily, I have the feet to smush the lesson into you."
Isabella's labia was becoming slick with her leaking juices. Absent-mindedly, her fingers snaked their way past her pussy lips and slowly stimulated herself.
"No touching! God, you're truly hopeless." Sophie remanded.
"So sorry Mistress!" Isabella fell back to her knees and showered the tops of Sophie's toes with a barrage of kisses but Sophie took them away before resting one foot on Issy's chest and kicking her over onto her butt.
"Listen carefully and listen well, slut. You do not touch yourself without my explicit permission, you do not touch me without my permission, and you absolutely better not cum without my permission. If you even want the opportunity to smell my feet, which we both know that's what you're craving, then you better be my good foot slave. Got it?" Never before had Isabella ever seen Sophie so assertive or so confident.
Issy nodded adamantly, apologizing profusely. Sophie continued. "Now, lay on your back."
And Isabella did. Sophie left the room only to return moments later, she tied her old worn pair of socks around Isabella's eyes covering her vision. Then Isabella waited in complete darkness.
Isabella heard and felt the soft patters of Sophie's foot as they encircled her. With each step she heard the more she desperately wanted a foot to touch her, but she didn't dare to say anything or move. The excitement was making her heart beat faster and her hand was yearning to return to her pussy to tease her engorged clit.
Finally, the steps of Sophie's barefeet stopped and settled between Isabella's legs. Her wish came true when she felt the sole of her girlfriend's foot descend slowly over her pussy, she felt her femcum spread on the bottom of Sophie's foot followed by a "Ugh. You're seriously that horny just from my feet?" Sophie exaggerated the word feet and it cut like a knife through Isabella's ego, spurring her arousal all the more.
"Yes Mistress." Issy's voice was shaking. The presence of Sophie's foot on her sex made her shiver with lust. That one foot held so much power over her that it was all she could do to not grind her hips against it. If she did so, she was certain she would cum quickly and intensely.
"Now my foot is covered in your juices. Be a good foot bitch and clean it." And soon Isabella smelt the substance which Sophie was referring to as it hovered just above her nose. The smell was gross and the thought that she would be tasting her own pussy grool was also even more so, something old Issy would never consider doing but new Issy was eager to please her girlfriend especially if it meant doing something vile. She was a foot slut, after all.
Her tongue extended and ran along the stretched out sole above her. She desperately wished she didn't have the blindfold on so she could see the utter power of Sophie towering over her, but she was still happy to be obedient nevertheless. She licked up the nasty liquid from Sophie's foot quickly trying to get to the sour foot taste buried underneath. After lapping up Sophie's feet, Issy was dismayed to find herself licking at the air when Sophie took her foot away, but soon it descended once again only this time it was just her big toe which touched Issy's body and it was overtop her breasts. The toe encircled her pink nipples, teasing Issy and making her moan. Issy couldn't know for sure, but she suspected Sophie was smirking.