A Foot Sniffing Slave 02

Faika Hanım's feminist feelings towards men had increased even more. She wanted to condition Can against her feet. She imagined him under her feet; she imagined him smelling the shoes she had worn that day when she entered the house, she imagined him inhaling the smell of her feet while lying on the couch. She even thought that she had to make Can addicted to the smell of her feet; she believed that Can's existence should only be for his feet. She started doing research for this.

She thought about how much easier her life would be if she made Can a slave to her feet. She imagined that after taking care of the housework, meals and clothes, she could have him lick her feet, have her pedicure done with her mouth, and almost eliminate the cost of hairdressers. She even thought that her body could be cleaned by licking. The idea of ​​turning Can into a slave who would completely worship her excited her.

She wanted to make him eat her nails and the skin of her feet. These thoughts gave her both nausea and a strange pleasure. She especially wanted Can to enjoy the smell of her feet and to cum. He immediately ordered: chastity cages, mouth balls, handcuffs, locks to fix the head under the feet, masks with only the nose exposed, leg spreaders, nose dilators, body boxes with only the face exposed... As he completed the orders, he thought once more; how much easier his life would become!

Meanwhile, Can, unaware of what was happening, had closed his workplace and was walking home. He was actually a handsome man, but he had never been in a serious relationship, never even had a girlfriend. He had no interest in foot fetishism; on the contrary, he hated feet. This disgust had shown itself again during the massage Faika Hanım gave his feet that day.

When he left home to open his shop in the morning, he encountered Faika Hanım. The woman was wearing open-toed white high-heeled shoes. She had tried to attract Can's attention by painting her nails with black nail polish, but Can paid no attention to this. Faika Hanım called Can over and asked him how his shoes looked. Can gave a short answer:

-- Not bad.

Can also asked how his feet were after the massage he had given her yesterday. Faika Hanım said that they were still sore. The woman asked him to rub her feet again. Can reluctantly agreed and took off his shoes. However, despite washing his feet, a bad smell emanated and Can said with a grimace:

-- Sorry, your feet smell a little. That's why I'm keeping my face away.

Although Faika Hanım was offended by these words, she tried not to show it. After rubbing his feet for about 15-20 minutes, Can noticed the dirt on the soles of his shoes and asked:

-- How dirty are your shoes?

Mrs. Faika replied, "It hasn't even been a month, they aren't that dirty," but Can's tone bothered her. She perceived this as an insult. She thanked him and left, and was furious inside as she went to her office. She didn't want to work that day, her mind was constantly on Can and what had happened. She didn't go to work the next day, she locked herself in the house and started making plans for Can.

She had high-resolution photos taken so that she could memorize every curve of his soles and the shape of his toes, and she ordered them in HDR format. When the cargo arrived, she couldn't believe her eyes. One of the packages contained a chastity cage, a cage that her slave could fit into, large-sized photos of his soles, a 3D augmented reality device loaded in HDR format, a fixed foot stand where only the head came out, a nose dilator kit, a mouth ball, rasp tools, a foot sweat spatula, a foot skin peeling tool and room, handcuffs and a face/head box that could be dragged on the floor.

Now all that was left was to convince Can. A few days later, she called Can and pretended to be sick. She asked him to come to her house, saying that she was weak and had no one to look after her. Can, in good faith, agreed to help.

Faika Hanım greeted him at the door with her red, smelly stilettos that she had specially wrapped. As soon as Can entered the house, he looked around; the house was two stories high, with a living room, a kitchen and a winter garden opening to the outside. The rooms were on the lower floor. The villas were close enough to each other that if the curtains were open, the neighbors could see the contents.

They started chatting. Can explained that he was alone, that his house was rented and that he was trying to expand his business. Faika Hanım thought that the time was right and went to the kitchen to make Can coffee. It was not visible what he was doing in the closed kitchen. She looked at her feet, then at Can... She examined him and liked him. She thought, "He is mine now."

She brought Can his coffee. However, she had put both a sleeping pill and a muscle relaxant in it. After taking a few sips, Can started to feel weak. He tried to stand up, but his legs would not work. Within ten minutes, he could not feel his joints. Twenty minutes later, his entire body was paralyzed; he was conscious but could not move.

Faika Hanım took out all the materials she had ordered and showed them to Can one by one:

-- You are now my foot slave. I am your owner. You cannot do anything without me.

Can could only move his eyes. Faika Hanım continued, laughing:

-- I have waited months for you. I will make you my own. From now on, you will only enjoy the smell of my feet.

Then she put on Can's chastity cage and took him completely under her control.