Mia's Foot Cult Ch. 02

And he continued: "There's also a difference in the amount of sweat that both sets of feet produce. Mia's foot nectar is produced profusely, drenching her soles, toes, and even the sides of her feet. When I lick those damp areas, I can taste the sweet and salty goodness of her perspiration. The scent intensifies as I continue to lap up her foot sweat -- it is becoming an integral part of my existence. Sandra's feet, in contrast, generate less sweat, resulting in a less pronounced aroma that lacks the distinctiveness of Mia's. While Mia's foot sweat envelops me in a cloud of irresistible sensuality, Sandra's offers no such allure".

"I must admit, the disparity between the two sets of feet is profound. And Mia's are much more superior." He finally finished. And then fell silent, the air was thick with tension.

Mia smirked triumphantly, her gaze locking onto Sandra's stunned expression. She knew that she had won the battle, that Tom would remain her loyal servant, bound to her by the mystique of her extraordinary feet.

"Well, Tom," Mia said, her voice dripping with smug satisfaction. "You've done a thorough job in enumerating the myriad ways my feet surpass Sandra's." She cast a sidelong glance at Sandra, who stood rigidly, her face a mask of stoicism. "What say you now, Sandra? Are you ready to bow down to my superiority?"

Sandra's jaw clenched tightly. She knew that Tom's detailed analysis of Mia's feet had exposed the glaring gap between her own and his beloved's. Still, she refused to surrender without a fight.

"Perhaps your feet are superior, Mia," Sandra snapped, her voice laced with bitter resentment. "But I refuse to let that dictate my worth or the value of my friendship with Tom."

Mia's lips curled into a wicked grin. "Oh, Sandra," she chided, her tone laden with mock sympathy. "You're wasting your energy. Tom's already pledged his allegiance to me. He belongs to me now, mind, body and soul."

Sandra's eyes widened, her gaze darting between Tom and Mia. She could scarcely comprehend the depth of Tom's adoration for Mia's feet, his effusive praise serving as a stark reminder of her inherent inferiority. When he was doing his analysis each passing moment stretched painfully for her, as Tom enumerated the myriad ways in which Mia's feet eclipsed hers.

Mia snickered derisively and looked back at kneeling Tom, her gaze penetrating his soul.

"Sandra, Sandra, Sandra..." she mocked, still looking at her slave, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She sat down on a nearby couch. "You truly believe that I would release Tom from this spell? Or that he himself would want to be released from it?" She paused, allowing her words to hang in the air like poisonous vapors. "No, my dear," she continued. "I intend to keep Tom bound to me, enslaved by my intoxicating foot sweat. After all, he's proven to be a most adept servant."

Sandra's eyes bulged with rage, her nostrils flaring as she clenched her fists tight.

"Let's ask him directly, once again" said Mia confidently. "But this time it won't be the battle between our feet. No. Tom," she spoke to him. "You have a choice. You can choose Sandra's love. Her pure, unconditional love. Or you can choose my foot sweat. Decide."

Mia taunted, her gaze locked onto Tom. "Either embrace Sandra's love, or submit to my foot sweat and remain enslaved to my desires forever."

Tom's gaze shifted between Sandra and Mia. He still felt somewhat torn between the allure of Mia's intoxicating foot sweat and the promise of Sandra's enduring affection. "Tom," Sandra implored, her voice trembling with desperation, she had already put back her sock and sneaker on. She was utterly defeated in a foot beauty contest -- but maybe not all was lost yet. "Choose me. Choose our shared future."

But at the same time Mia, seated on a couch, lifted her right foot and waved her toes in his direction. Her foot pheromones hit his nostrils once more and he became overcome with desire again.

And then he stopped hearing Sandra's pleas.

He was entranced by Mia's foot, which was now just inches away from his face. He leaned in closer, his nostrils flaring as he breathed in the intoxicating scent, the delicious mixture of sweat and foot odor.

"Tom," Sandra gasped, her voice barely audible. "Please, resist. Don't give in to her."

Mia chuckled darkly, her gaze piercing Tom's soul. "Oh, Tom," she purred, her voice dripping with lust. "I know what you're thinking."

Tom shivered, his nostrils flaring as he drew in the bewitching scent of Mia's foot. His mouth watered, his cock throbbing with desire. He longed to taste her once more, to lose himself in the sea of pleasure that awaited him.

"Tom," Sandra called out weakly. "Don't give in to her!" She yelled, her voice breaking with desperation.

But right now it didn't matter. He slid down his cum-soaked pants and boxers and started stroking his hard cock to Mia's foot sweat.

The smell was overwhelming him, driving him wild with desire. He couldn't remember anything else, nothing mattered but Mia's foot. The idea of tasting her sweat again made his cock twitch with excitement. His hands trembled as he moved even closer to Goddess's foot, his eyes locked on her sole. He could feel Sandra's pleading eyes on him, begging him to snap out of it. But it was too late -- he was under Mia's spell, and he couldn't resist.

"Go on, Tom," Mia coaxed, raising her foot higher, just out of his reach now. "Show Sandra just how much you adore my foot sweat."

Tom moaned softly. His erection throbbed painfully, his cock desperate for release. He had to change his position slightly to reach the object of his desire and crawled even closer to the enchanting brunette. His knees bumped against Sandra's legs on the way, but he didn't even notice it. Finally, his lips brushed against Mia's arch in the air, her sweat trickling down his throat.

"Fuck my other foot, Tom," Mia commanded, her voice husky with lust. "Show Sandra how much you crave my scent."

"Tom, no..." Sandra just moaned with no conviction.

Tom wasted no time, thrusting his cock into Mia's other foot that was still on the ground. She raised it a little for him, inviting him to a perfect space between her deep, high arch and the wooden floor, created by her for his throbbing penis.

He groaned loudly, his hips bucking furiously against her high arch. The sensation of his cock sliding in and out of Mia's foot, lubricated by copious amounts of sweat, sent waves of euphoria coursing through his veins.

"Fuck my foot, Tom," Mia moaned, her voice thick with pleasure. "Make Sandra watch as you cum inside my sole."

"Tom, please stop! I'm begging you!" the blonde girl was pleading. But to no effect.

Tom grunted, his hips pumping faster and harder. His cock throbbed with each thrust, filling Mia's deep, high arch.

Sandra watched in disbelief, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew that Tom was trapped in Mia's spell, but seeing him fuck Mia's foot so enthusiastically broke her heart. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she tried to understand how something so depraved could happen to the boy she loved.

"You see, Sandra," Mia taunted. "Tom is truly mine now. There's no turning back for him."

His balls tighten, ready to explode. He knows Sandra is watching him, tears flowing endlessly from her eyes. He feels guilty, but he can't resist the sweet temptation of Mia's foot.

"TOM, STOP! DON'T DO IT! NOOOO!" Sandra cried desperately.

But he pays her no attention. As he reaches the pinnacle of his passionate fervor, he exerts every ounce of strength left within him, giving one last, unrelenting push towards Mia's tender foot, while still drinking the droplets of sweat dripping from the other, that hanged in the air right above his mouth.

"AAHHHHHHH" Tom screamed.

The forceful release of his pent-up desire results in an explosion of warmth that covers her entire sole with his thick, viscous essence. As Mia feels the sensation of his fluid settling on her skin, she can't help but let out a contented sigh. One spurt, second spurt, third spurt, a fourth one -- it's impressive how much cum he still had left, considering his earlier orgasm. He was still going, to Mia's content and Sandra's horror. A fifth spurt, sixth, seventh...

"Uggghhh" moaned the boy, to the symphony of Sandra's loud crying.

But after a while his penis calms dawn, with him still moaning loudly. Then it stops fully.

Mia's satisfaction is evident as she grasps hold of Tom's throbbing manhood, carefully massaging it while maintaining a gentle yet firm grip. Her fingers dance skillfully upon his sensitive member, expertly manipulating it in ways that send shivers down his spine. She releases it for half a second and then grabs it once more, very forcefully this time, and shows it towards Sandra.

"See that?" Mia asked and then laughed. Sandra just stood there, still crying loudly. And then her body gave out. She fell involuntarily to her knees.

The brunette aggressively pushed away Tom's cock, almost like it was a disgusting bug to her now, stood up and arched an eyebrow, still gazing at her blonde classmate -- now kneeling before her. "Would you like to join him, Sandra?" she asked, her tone laced with subtle provocation. "To experience the pleasure of being my slave?"

Sandra swallowed hard, her throat aflame with apprehension.

She knew that Mia was toying with her, but despite her reservations, the thought of experiencing the intense pleasure that Tom enjoyed ignited something within her.

"After you become my slave, you could maybe even kiss your beloved Tom on the lips... through my foot, while you both worship it. What do you think?" Mia asked mockingly.

Sandra was wondering about that possibility a little. It *was* her beloved Tom, this girl was right about that.

But no. She couldn't do it.

"Burn, you witch!" Sandra cried, quickly jumped to her feet -- her inferior feet, as she now remembered, glancing down at them in her tennis shoes -- and stormed out of Mia's apartment.

With anger boiling inside her, she ran through the dark streets, rain falling heavily on her, her mind reeling with bitter resentment. How could Tom have fallen so far? How could he abandon their friendship and succumb to Mia's manipulations? Sandra was devastated, her heart shattered beyond repair.

As she paced through the night, her thoughts swirled with bitterness and self-loathing. How could she have been so blind? Had she been oblivious to the signs, or had she simply chosen to ignore them? Regardless, she couldn't deny the gravity of Tom's predicament.

She pondered the depths of his enslavement, and the implications of Mia's captivating foot sweat. Would he ever recover, or was he doomed to endure an eternity of servitude? She found herself dwelling on these questions, and soon they plagued her thoughts almost constantly.

Despite her disdain for Mia and her domineering attitude, Sandra found herself craving Tom's presence once more. She missed his companionship, his comforting familiarity. With Tom absent, a void loomed in her life, leaving her yearning for some semblance of normality. The prospect of attending another day at school was daunting. But Sandra knew she had to confront reality.

A day has passed.