Andrea sat on the balcony of her mansion. Her slim, smoooth, creamy white feet kicked up and a glass on wine in hand. She was very well off. Quite possibly the most well off findom out there. She built empire off of exploiting others in the fetish community.
She went back inside where a few slaves of hers were making fetish videos for Andreas paysite under the watchful eye of Andreas 2 right hand men/bodyguards, Oscar and Bruce. Both men were very intimidating. Very large, angry looking roiled out men.
The men filmed content under the promise of being paid well by Andrea. This included a scene they had just filmed where they rubbed Andreas feet. Andrew poured wine down her leg which flowed through her toes and made her male slaves drink it as it was being filtered through her toes.
The issue was, like other models before them, the men would be used and discarded. Not paid at all and threatened by Andreas men if they tried to speak out or do anything about it. Andrea's men would threaten to do them unless they filmed more content worshipping her or in the contrary, they might try to get their pay.
After the scene was over the guards escorted the 2 men out.
"Wait but where's our money? You owe us?"
The men were ignored and pushed along.
When one tried to stay and protest Bruce flashed his gun on his waist...
"I've used this before..." He threatened.
They kept reluctantly moving forward before finally having the door shut in their faces and the pleas drowned out.
Oscar and Bruce turned to Andrea and they all had a laugh.
"Fucking losers haha" Oscar Said.
"That was pathetic. Poor guys, I kinda hate feet. But I will say, I can live with having mine rubbed and worshipped like that all day long." Andrea said.
The next day Andrea awoke to Bruce handing her, her mail.
Andrea opened it and raided her eyebrow as she read.
"Hello Andrea,
My name is Nathan. I'm a well known Hypnotist and Magician. I've booked big stars for my shows. Everything from Movie stars, athletes, you name it. I would love to have you attended a show. It would be a great platform for you to grown even more of you audience. We are willing to meet your price for the appearance fee. Get back to me!
Cheers, Nathan."
Andrea was intrigued.
She looked Nathan up and he did appear to be somewhat well known. Andrea caved and called the number on the letter.
The 2 briefly spoke. Of course Andrea asked for 6 figures to appear for the show. Nathan agreed immediately.
"Look forward to meeting!" Nathan said.
"Sure, whatever" Andrea said before hanging up.
"These foot freaks are such easy money" She thought to herself and giggled.
Weeks passed and Andrea flew in and arrived at the venue where the show was taking place.
Andrea met Nathan backstage flanked by her 2 bodyguards Oscar and Bruce.
Nathan was a 35 year old clean handsome cut guy who was apart of the foot/tickling community but on top of that he also dabbled in hypnosis and magic. He was well know for doing stage show hypnosis to entertain crowds. He was a very charming and charismatic guy.
While the 2 made small talk Andrea could hear the main room filling up with the audience. Bruce and Oscar let Andrea know they would be hanging backstage but be there for him if anything popped off.
"Almost showtime!" Nathan said.
Nathan walked out and hyped up the crowd.
"And Now for our special guest Miss Andrea!"
Andrea walked out all confident with a smug smirk on her face...that quickly faded into discomfort.
The room had about 20 or so guys in it. Andrea recognized at least half of them...including the 2 she previously had been having do work for her. A lot of these guys were guys she had controlled, blackmailed, bullied, and scammed.
Andrea sat down confused, facing Nathan.
"OK Andrea, I want you to close your eyes and just focus on my voice. Go deep into sleep for me. Deep sleep. Good.... Going forward when I give you any kind of command you will listen and do exactly as I say, even if it is something you may not want to do. Your body won't be able to fight or resist the commands I give. When I snap my fingers you will wake back up and we will begin." Nathan commanded.
Nathan snapped his fingers and Andreas eyes popped open. She looked more alert like she had just woken from a nap.
"So Andrea, I invited some people here. Some of them you know. You may have treated them badly in the past...humiliated them, stole from them...others here are simply fans of mine or people who are just not fans of yours to put it lightly and wanted to not miss out on this. Tonight, you're gonna have to face the music." Nathan said.
Andrea looked at the grinning excited crowd and then angrily at Nathan before lunging.
"You think you're going to try to fuck with me of all people!" Andrea yelled, preparing to smack him.
"Freeze." Nathan said.
Andrea was halted in her tracks before her hand could reach Nathan.
"I want you to lay on the floor. It will be like you are super glued down to the floor. You will not be able to lift off any of your arms, legs or head off the ground." Nathan said.
Andrea robotically did as instructed.
"Unfreeze." Nathan said, "Alright fellas, have some fun."
The crowd began to move in on Andrea who was trying to squirm around on the floor to no avail.
"Get the fuck away!" She yelled.
2 guys sat on either side of her head and pulled their shoes and socks off.
They were 2 twenty something frat bros. 1 moved their foot towards the right side of her head. Andrea turned her head away only to see the other bros foot slowly moving close from the left.
The guys laughed.
"Gotta pick a side." one said as they both kept flexing their soles and toes and moving closer.
Andreas head kept turning back and forth.
Meanwhile, A big country bear type guy kicked his boots off and peeled his think socks off as well.
"This is called gas pedalling fellas."
He sat at the end of Andreas legs between her feet.
He held both of Andreas legs and slowly slid his large wide size 14 foot up between Andreas legs until it reached her crotch.
He then began pressing down at frequently different pressures as if he were pressing on a gas pedal.
The surrounding men laughed as they filmed and took pictures with their phones. Andrea was yelling and cursing up a storm.
Another young guy joined and sat by the top of her head.
He just ever so gently kept drifting his fingers in and around Andreas ears. It was both very ticklish and the most irritating feeling ever.
Andrea would jerk her head back and forth only for the guys fingers to follow.
He kept a calm smile looking down at Andrea while his fingers continued to irritate Andreas ears.
Eventually both of the frat boys soles had reached either side of Andreas head.
Anytime she went to turn her head away from the finger/ear guy her face was mushed into one of those guy's smelly soles.
Andrea was so lived the veins in her face were popping out, her cursing came with spit flying out of her mouth, her voice becoming horse from screaming threats at she men.
"I wonder if her feet are ticklish?" One of the men from the crowd asked.
2 men rushed to join the big bear like guy down at Andreas lower half. The bear man was still pedaling away.
The 2 men removed Andreas shoes and socks and got their fingers to work tickling and scratching up and down Andreas smooth long soles.
Andrea laughed, screamed, and cried. She kept trying to pull himself off the floor but it was like she was truly stuck there.
Between the overstimulation of the bad feet smells, the tickling, and the discomfort with the gas pedalling, the thing pissing Andrea off the most was the young guy smiling down at her still irritatingly tickling, grazing around, and fingering her ears.
Andrea retaliated the only way she could. She spit right into the guys face. The guy backed off and retracted to go wash his face off.
The 2 frat bros moved so another guy could come get a chance.
A 30 or so year old guy approached. Great shape. Lean and handsome looking guy. He was a runner. He slipped his trainers off that he was wearing sockless and brought his foot down to Andreas face.
Andrea kept jerking her head back and forth so another guy came and sat with his knees trapping Andreas head in place.
"Thanks brotha!" The runner said.
