A Foot Sniffing Slave 04

After spending the night with beautiful dreams, Mrs. Faika first looked at her red-painted toenails. Then, she glanced under her foot and wanted to take a sniff. However, when she realized how bad it smelled, her stomach turned once again.

She got out of bed and looked outside through the window of her room. She opened the window, took a deep breath, and let the fresh air fill her lungs. Then, she gazed toward Mrs. Zeynep's house. She planned to visit her later when she was available to find out what had happened the night before.

As she closed the window and started to go downstairs, she noticed that her servant was awake, making strange noises. The shoes he had been sniffing all night had lost their scent, yet he continued to inhale deeply, waiting for his mistress to take them off. Mrs. Faika turned to her servant and...

Looking at his caged penis, she asked, "Slave, how was your first night with your mistress?" Leaning down, she lifted her flat shoe from his nose and pressed her bare feet against his face. She commanded him to take deep breaths several times, but she noticed that there was no movement in his penis--on the contrary, it had shriveled.

"I will train this penis. We're just getting started," she said with a hint of reproach. She then told her slave that he was no longer allowed to touch his own penis, as it now belonged to Mistress Faika. If he ever wanted to touch it, he would have to ask for her permission.

Mistress Faika performed a pleasure test on her slave's penis by rubbing it between her thighs to arouse him. Once it became hard and erect, she slapped and crushed it. Growing irritated, she stepped on it and said, "This penis will only get hard for my feet!"

"Erase my thighs from your mind--think only of my feet!" she added. "The foot photos you watched all night will be useful to you; in time, you'll understand."

She then placed the AR device back on his head, taped his mouth shut again, and secured her flats--marked with clear imprints of her feet and toes--over his nose. To allow him to relieve himself, she inserted a tube through his caged penis and connected it to a bottle. Meanwhile, she continued studying the function of the penis that now belonged to her.

After finishing all her tasks, she started getting ready to go to work. She put on her black nylon stockings and black leather boots. Before leaving, she removed the tape from her slave's mouth and asked if he needed anything. He asked for water and food. She then covered his mouth again and said, "You may drink your water and eat your food in the evening, maybe," before closing the door and heading to her office.

While dealing with cases, Faika Hanım lost track of time. Suddenly, she remembered her slave's request for water. She immediately took off her boots under her desk, and a terrible smell spread through the air. As she removed her stockings, she couldn't stand the odor coming from her feet. However, the thought that her slave might derive pleasure from this scent crossed her mind, and she laughed derisively.

She placed the socks that came off her feet into a jar, put both of them in, and added some water to let them marinate in foot sweat. Then, she looked at her bare feet again and told herself that it was time for a pedicure. However, she realized that it wasn't time yet and decided not to do anything during this period. She thought that with each passing day, it was working against her slave, and the sooner he learned and was trained, the better it would be for him to accept himself as her foot slave. She then put on her boots with bare feet, placed the jar with the socks in front of her, and returned to her work.

When the clock struck 18:00, she slowly got ready to leave her office. As she continued driving, she once again wanted to sit by the seaside. While thinking about her plans for her slave, she imagined how she would drink the foot water she had prepared. The thought made her stomach turn, but she was also aware of how much easier her life would become if she carried out her plans.

As she watched the Bosphorus, she noticed her neighbor, Ms. Zeynep, approaching from the right while jogging. Covered in sweat and out of breath, Ms. Zeynep greeted Ms. Faika and sat down beside her to rest.

F: Ms. Zeynep, I see that you are in great shape. You never skip your workouts.

Z: Yes, it's necessary for a healthy life, and it also helps me relieve stress. We already have enough headaches because of men.

F: Is everything okay? You seemed a bit tense last night.

Z: Yes, I had an idiot boyfriend. He admitted that he liked someone else and didn't love me. I hate men.

F: Don't let it bother you. Don't waste your energy on it--just live your life. If you ever find a man, shape him to your liking. Take it from me; I've had enough and haven't bothered with them for years.

Z: You're absolutely right. I should get going now. I have a massage appointment, then a pedicure. My foot care is long overdue.

Actually, do you know what I've been thinking, Ms. Faika? Imagine having a male slave--you'd make him lick and smell your feet, he'd be your personal servant, living only for your pleasure. His sole purpose would be your feet. I'm on my feet all day anyway, and a good tongue massage, maybe even a nose massage, would feel amazing.

Anyway, it's probably never going to happen, but who knows? Maybe one day.

I'm off--see you later!

F: See you, Ms. Zeynep.

As Ms. Zeynep walked away, Ms. Faika imagined for a moment--if she made her slave smell that sweat-soaked foot, he would be devastated. Then she thought to herself: He is my slave, I won't give him to anyone. I will train him for my feet. With that thought, she let her happiness drift toward the Bosphorus shore.

It was around 8:00 PM. Driving home, Ms. Faika took the jar containing socks from her car and stepped inside. After opening the door, she walked over to her slave and noticed that he looked weak. He hadn't eaten or drunk anything for two days. His mouth was taped shut, and a ballet flat was covering his nose. Having spent two days like this, his resistance had finally broken.

Ms. Faika glanced at the tube and bottle attached to the tip of his chastity cage. Seeing that there wasn't much urine collected, she took a deep breath.

Thinking about how the AR device was still strapped to his head, how he had been smelling the ballet flat on his nose for hours, and how he had been watching foot photos the entire time, Ms. Faika couldn't help but laugh. She also discovered that she could remotely control and modify the AR device. Checking on her phone, she realized she could fully manage what her slave was watching or what she wanted him to see.

Without removing her boots, Ms. Faika approached her slave's bedside and took off the AR device. After nearly ten hours of inhaling the scent of the shoe and being forced to look at foot photos, he was feeling nauseous. At the same time, the lack of food and water had left him completely weak and exhausted.

Faika Hanım removed the tape from her slave's mouth. The slave, parched with thirst, could no longer speak. She asked for water, and Faika Hanım gave her a straw. Meanwhile, she looked at a jar that contained socks. The water had changed color, now infused with foot sweat. When she opened the jar, a foul smell quickly spread. She placed the jar out of sight. Because the straw was long, she put one end into the jar and the other into her slave's mouth.

"You can drink now, slave," she said, quickly making her slave drink the water. The slave swallowed quickly and started gagging. Faika Hanım laughed loudly. When the slave wanted to know what she had drunk, Faika Hanım spoke first:

"You cannot speak without my permission, slave. Keep drinking, you must finish it all. Once you've finished, I'll tell you what you drank. You must finish the water. From now on, the water you drink, the food you eat, and the meals you have will be like this. The water you drank is my foot sweat, the taste of the socks I wore today. How is it, does it taste good? Do you like it?" Faika Hanım asked her slave.

The slave couldn't respond. After finishing the jar, she pulled the straw from her mouth. Without squeezing the sock inside the jar, she ordered her slave to open his mouth. Although her slave, Can, resisted, she pinched his nose, forcing him to open his mouth, and gave him a pair of her socks to clean and taste.

Ms. Faika taped her slave's mouth shut and ordered him to learn, suck, and clean the taste of her socks until morning. Then, she lay down on her couch and examined her slave once again.

She checked the caged penis and mockingly said, "Now, let's see about conditioning you, little bird." Moving to her slave's bedside, she slowly began to take off her boot. Realizing what was about to happen, her slave panicked.

Ms. Faika told her slave to stay calm, that he would get used to it over time, and that life would be better under her feet. Although he couldn't fully understand her words due to his panic, he grasped part of it. When the slave saw Ms. Faika's bare foot emerging from the boot, he tried to scream, but with his mouth taped shut, he couldn't make a sound.

Ms. Faika examined the sole of her foot. Wrinkling her nose at the scent, she immediately placed her foot over her slave's nose.

Faika Hanım said firmly, "Smell it," and added, "Breathe in my scent deeply until I tell you to stop."

As her slave trembled, the smell of Faika Hanım's foot began to intensify in her nostrils. "This scent is the scent of slavery," she continued, "The scent of love, the scent of pleasure... Remember it well. This scent will be very useful to you in the future."

The slave inhaled without understanding what was happening. With each breath, the scent of Faika Hanım sank deeper into her, increasing her devotion and obedience.

"Never forget this scent," Faika Hanım said, "Because every movement you make, every thought you have, every breath you take will be tied to this scent."

Spoke Mockingly

The slave gave such a sense of relaxation to Mrs. Faika while smelling her foot that she felt utterly comfortable. After making him sniff her right foot for half an hour, she immediately placed her left foot, which she had just taken out of her boot, onto the slave's nose. After about two hours of foot-smelling, Mrs. Faika noticed that there was no movement in the slave's genital area. However, she thought that it might not happen immediately.

Feeling sleepy, Mrs. Faika put on her AR glasses as she had done the day before. She fixed the boot she had worn that day onto her nose and turned on the night lamp in the room where the slave was before heading upstairs to her room. At that moment, Mrs. Zeynep, who was entering her own house, noticed that the lights in Mrs. Faika's house were on. "If she's home, I'll stop by," she thought and peeked through the window. She saw a box inside with an overturned boot on top of it. Curious to inspect the situation more closely, she realized that the window was open and decided to sneak inside.

Walking in cautiously, Mrs. Zeynep approached the box. Upon closer inspection, she saw a caged penis and noticed the words "Faika's Slave" written on the box. Her mouth fell open in shock. As she lifted the boot to get a better look at what was inside, the lights suddenly turned on, and Mrs. Faika came downstairs. Quickly, she closed the window and hid behind a couch, waiting anxiously.

Mrs. Faika and the Slave

Unable to sleep, Mrs. Faika went to her slave. She removed her AR glasses and showed her foot soles. Placing one foot on the slave's nose and the other on his eyes, she said, "Ohhh, my slave, your nose smells my feet so well. Smell every inch of them, memorize them. This is your job. I'm giving you two days--either you'll find pleasure just from my foot scent, or I'll have to use another method, slave."

"We have a long way to go. When you sniff my feet, you'll be able to tell how my day went just from the scent. You'll know if I had a busy day or not. You'll recognize which foot I spent more time standing on. You will feast on the dead skin of my feet to satisfy your hunger. You will even eat my toenails. If I see fit, I might rent you out, slave. Many will want you, I'm sure of it. Now, keep sniffing my feet for a while longer."

After saying this, she made him smell her feet for another thirty minutes. Then, she put her AR glasses back on, placed the boot on the slave's nose, turned off the lights, and went upstairs to her room.

Mrs. Zeynep's Shock

Hearing everything that had transpired, Mrs. Zeynep wanted to check on the slave. Carefully walking in her stiletto heels, she approached the slave and was utterly shocked by what she saw. She couldn't believe her eyes. "Mrs. Faika is conditioning the slave to her foot scent," she thought.

Lifting the boot slightly from the slave's nose, she saw that he was wearing glasses. When she tried to remove the glasses, the slave began to struggle as if pleading, "Save me!" But Mrs. Zeynep signaled him to be quiet.

Examining the AR glasses, she realized that they displayed photos of Mrs. Faika's foot soles. Suddenly, she brought her own feet, tired and sweaty from working all day, to the slave's nose. Taking in each breath of Mrs. Zeynep's foot scent, the slave continued for a while.

After some time, Mrs. Zeynep checked the slave's genital area and noticed no movement. With that, she pulled her feet away from his nose, placed Mrs. Faika's boot back on his nose, and jumped out of the window, returning to her villa.

Faika Hanım, thinking that her slave should be even closer to her feet, removed the cage and secured him in a position where he could clearly see the soles of her feet. At the same time, she placed a head restraint device and wooden supports at the foot of her bed. She brought out the device with a rotating head designed to stimulate his penis. Her plan was to make him climax while smelling her feet by securing the device to his penis and activating it, ensuring that he was aroused by her feet. To prevent his semen from going to waste, she also prepared small collection cups to attach to his penis. She placed a foot file next to her other tools. To complete the setup, she attached a nose restraint hook to the cage.

She also noted down the daily brainwashing phrase:

"I am Faika Hanım's foot slave. I love the smell of her feet. The scent of her feet is my only source of pleasure."

After all the preparations were complete, she inspected her soles and murmured to herself, "Soon, they won't be idle at all." Then, she drifted off to sleep.

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Zeynep Hanım entered Faika Hanım's villa and couldn't believe what she was seeing and hearing. As she was jogging earlier, a phrase had stuck in her mind:

"Live your life, condition it according to your own pleasures."

"So, Faika Hanım has a slave..." she thought. "How nice. I wonder if I could have one too? Maybe we could even share... But her slave has already been conditioned according to her preferences. If I secretly recondition him for my own feet, would it go unnoticed?"

As these thoughts ran through her mind, she realized she had forgotten to take off her shoes. She recalled Faika Hanım's words to her slave:

"Conditioning to foot odor, getting used to the taste of feet, eating toenails and dead skin..."

She paused for a moment and looked at her feet. As she removed her heels, she asked herself, "What's lacking in my feet?" She examined her red-painted toes and then looked at her soles. After a long and exhausting day, she noticed that their scent had grown quite strong. Especially after working out, she found her own foot odor unpleasant. She also noticed that her soles were slowly hardening and needed some care.

At that moment, she thought about Faika Hanım:

"I wonder if she takes care of her feet herself, or does her slave do it for her?" she mused.

"A woman as elite and dominant as her surely wouldn't neglect her foot care," she concluded.

For a brief moment, Zeynep Hanım lost herself in her imagination. She envisioned the slave sniffing her feet, licking them, eating her dead skin and toenails, and thinking about nothing but her feet. She imagined herself pressing his nose against her soles after a long and exhausting day, allowing herself to relax. The thought initially made her stomach turn, but then a sense of power and royalty washed over her.

"If I had a slave," she thought, "I would definitely condition him to my foot odor."

After all, she was someone who cared about foot hygiene but found foot odor disgusting. However, maybe--just maybe--she could turn this into an advantage with the help of a slave...

Faika Hanım woke up in the morning and, still under the influence of her dream, looked down at her feet. Then she examined her soles and frowned. She had dreamt that her slave had spent the entire night with his mouth taped shut, inhaling the scent of her feet. Later, he removed the tape, pinched his nose with a clothespin, and began gnawing on and eating the dead skin from her feet. Expecting to wake up to the joy of that experience, she was disappointed to find reality empty.

She quickly got out of bed, put on short white ballet socks, pink sports shoes, black shorts, and a pink t-shirt, then headed downstairs. When she checked on her slave, she noticed a slight movement in his caged organ. He was still staring at her feet, smelling her boots. Faika Hanım thought, "The conditioning is slowly taking effect." She told her slave that she was going for a run and that there would be a surprise for him when she returned.

While jogging at a moderate pace along the beach, she ran into Zeynep Hanım. They started chatting.

Zeynep: "Oooo, Faika Hanım! I see you're keeping in shape with your morning exercise."

Faika: "I try to go whenever I find the time, dear. Lately, I've been quite busy, dealing with work and responsibilities. My feet hurt a lot; I feel exhausted, but even with the pain, I'll push through and get back to my workout routine at full speed. I see you're staying in shape too."

Zeynep: "Yes, it keeps me energized. We work all day, and there's been a lot of architectural projects lately. I'm trying to keep up, working late into the night. On top of that, house chores, cooking... there's never enough time. Honestly, I don't even want a man in my life. Like you said the other day, if there's going to be one, it should be for our own pleasure, conditioned to our liking. You were so right. They think everything revolves around what's between their legs. It drives me crazy, so I don't bother with them at all. That sentence really reassured me--thank you so much. Would you like to sit down for a bit?"

Faika: "Sure, there's a bench ahead. Let's sit; my feet are killing me, they feel like they're on fire."

Zeynep: "Same here. Would you mind if I take off my shoes, dear?"

Faika: "Of course not."

Zeynep took off her shoes, then removed the sock from her left foot and checked her sole. Turning to Faika Hanım, she said, "I haven't been able to take care of my feet for a while. They've been neglected." Then she smiled and added, "Wouldn't it be nice to have a slave to take care of your feet for you, dear?"

She was clearly testing the waters, trying to gauge Faika's reaction. Faika Hanım wanted to keep this matter private. After all, she had even prepared a contract regarding it. She had initially kept it on her desk but later locked it away in her safe.

Faika Hanım said, "Exactly, dear. Let's check mine too. Take off your right shoe and sock and look. They've been neglected; we haven't had the chance due to work. But once things settle down, I won't neglect them anymore. From now on, my feet will be soft. I even bought manicure and pedicure sets; I'll do it myself at home. Look, they've hardened a bit. Ugh! Anyway, let's not be late for work. Let's go home," and with that, they both got up from the bench and started walking home.

As they walked, Zeynep Hanım was deep in thought. Faika Hanım wanted to keep this a secret until her slave fully accepted and was trained by her. While sitting on the bench, the image of Faika Hanım's foot soles came to Zeynep's mind, and she had caught a whiff of an unpleasant smell, but she had pretended not to notice. Thinking about it again, she imagined herself being conditioned to that smell. Would he release his seed and then use it for cosmetic purposes? The thought disgusted her at first, but later that evening, after smelling Faika Hanım's feet for five minutes, she realized it was actually something wonderful. She also understood that Faika Hanım intended to make her slave do her pedicure. And later, he would even be made to eat whatever was removed. She confirmed this herself when she heard it from Faika Hanım's lips that evening.

Zeynep Hanım once again visualized Faika Hanım's foot soles. She found them disgusting and thought her own feet were much more beautiful, but their smell was awful. Suddenly, she said, "Faika Hanım, can I take a look at that frame in your house?"

Faika Hanım was caught off guard. Her slave was in the house. The place was a mess. "I'll have to keep you waiting at the door for two minutes. I'm sorry," she said.

Zeynep Hanım replied, "It's no problem, I'm not a stranger."

But Faika Hanım insisted, "No, I can't allow that; it wouldn't be appropriate for me."

She entered the house and shut the door. Immediately, she pushed the slave under the couch. Meanwhile, before Zeynep Hanım could reach the window, Faika Hanım had already finished her task. She opened the door, and Zeynep looked at the framed picture on the wall. It depicted a dominant woman with a slave by her side.

"This is my idol, who I aspire to be," she said.

Zeynep Hanım asked, "What does it mean?"

Faika Hanım replied, "This is the symbol of love. A symbol of dependence. A slave knows and understands everything about his queen--her scent, her taste... Whatever she gives, he eats. Whatever she commands, he obeys. He is dependent on her for life. If she tells him to smell her feet, he has no choice but to do so. That's how devoted he is!"

"Ewwww!" they both laughed.

"I mean, that's how dependent he is," Faika Hanım clarified.

Zeynep Hanım thanked her and headed home. Meanwhile, Faika Hanım sighed in relief, saying, "That was close!"

When Zeynep arrived home, she saw through the semi-transparent curtain that Faika Hanım had hidden her slave under the couch. She became curious about what they were doing, but before she could see more, the automatic window shade came down. The mystery drove her crazy. She imagined different scenarios in her mind, then went to sit on her couch.

After making sure the curtains were closed, Ms. Faika removed the boot from her slave's nose. His penis moved slightly, and he urinated into a bottle as much as he could. However, since his water intake was restricted, he could not produce much urine. He also relieved himself occasionally, but since he was not eating, it was infrequent. For about a week, the slave had not breathed fresh air; instead, he had been smelling his owner's feet and shoes.

Seeing a slight erection in his penis, Ms. Faika became hopeful. After removing her AR device, which displayed pictures of foot soles, she took off the tape from his mouth. She then removed the socks he had been sucking on for the past ten hours and hung them up to dry. Examining the socks, she noticed they were cleaner than when washed in a machine. She laughed as she thought about how to make her feet even cleaner and told herself that everything had its time and place.

"The slave must be breathing fresh air for the first time in a week," Ms. Faika said. "But your cleanest air is my feet and their scent," she added.

She removed his chastity cage, and his penis hardened a little more. Without wasting time, she took off her shoes, then removed her white ballet socks. She took pictures of them--they had turned black from sweat and were damp. She let the slave take deep breaths through his nose. His penis was still erect and moving slightly. Without delay, she stuffed both socks into his mouth and taped it shut. He had no strength to resist; even if he wanted to, he couldn't.

Suddenly, placing her feet on his nose, Ms. Faika said, "Follow my orders. Do not disobey my commands."

"Smell them. Take deep breaths. I want you to release the scent of my feet through your penis. I want you to feel pleasure. This is how you will prove that you are a true foot slave. You have a long way to go and much work to do."

In a firm tone, she shouted, "SMELL! DEEPLY INHALE MY FEET!"

The slave had no other choice; he had to obey. Even if he could breathe in other ways, it was not an option. He was now nothing more than a foot slave.

As he smelled Ms. Faika's feet, she noticed that his penis was slowly shrinking. "Smell more, take it in! Pump faster! Come on, come on, SMELL!" she commanded. But his penis shrank even more, shriveling up.

Enraged, Ms. Faika shouted, slapped his penis, and crushed it under her foot. The slave was in pain. She pressed her feet against his face and kicked him. Showing him the soles of her feet, she said, "Your place is here. Your nose must be accustomed to this scent. If it isn't yet, it will be. You will take in this smell and release it as pleasure. You are my foot slave. You must derive pleasure from the scent of my feet and produce seed for me!"

She then locked his penis back in the chastity cage. She put the AR device back on his eyes and strapped the sneakers she had worn during her workout onto his nose. "I haven't washed my feet for days just for you! This is unacceptable!" she scolded.

"You will smell these feet. You will eat the dead skin and toenails from my feet. You will get used to this scent. You will reach climax and produce seed with this smell! Your oxygen is the scent of my feet. The sooner you accept this, the better it is for both of us--especially for you! I am not taking care of my feet; I am waiting for your teeth! I am waiting for you to get used to this. Every moment you delay means you will eat even more calloused dead skin from my feet!"

Finally, she shouted, "No food for you!" before heading to her room to take a shower.