Foot Soldier

Karla was feeling a little sore and a little embarrassed this morning. She'd gone out with the girls the previous night to celebrate a birthday and woken up at her friend Nikki's house dishevelled and hung-over.  Checking her phone, she saw she'd text her boyfriend Paul at 3am in the morning to tell him she'd be staying at her friends - she didn't even remember sending it, that's how drunk she had been.

Not wanting to wake up Nikki, who could be heard snoring upstairs, Karla decided she better head home.  She gathered her things, but despite a good search, she couldn't find her damn shoes anywhere.  Then some drunken memories came swimming back and Karla blushed as a vague recollection of throwing something into the bushes came back - oh shit yeah, a strap had broken on her shoes so she had dumped them... how shortsighted of her.

Luckily, Karla had the same size feet as Nikki so technically she could borrow her friends shoes - though that in itself presented a few problems.  Nikki liked to wear the most ridiculous slutty shoes you had ever seen.  She was a bit of a bossy dominatrix and liked to wear tight outfits and high heels.  Back at school when Karla had first met her, she had been quite shy but when her passion for shoes developed - she suddenly became an aggressive and confident bitch who always got what she wanted and revelled in dominating men and other women to her desires.

Karla knew that Nikki was obsessive about her shoes - she would never let anyone else wear them, but hopefully she would not find out Karla had borrowed a pair. Discovering a pair of white strappy heels lovingly stored in the hall cupboard in a beautiful shoe box - Karla carefully slipped her feet into the shoes.  The craftsmanship was amazing and they were white patented leather with a toe gap at the front and a nice big heel.  She felt taller, sexier and more womanly the instant they were on - no wonder Nikki liked to wear these.

Leaving the house, clopping and clicking with every step, Karla hailed a taxi and got inside.  It wasn't till she was sat down inside on the back seat and safely on her way home, that she noticed the smell. It was a wonderful smell and it made her heart beat faster.  It was the smell of leather, sex and perfume... though with a slightly sweaty intimacy that made her think of feet.  Sure enough when she bent down, she realised the smell was coming from her feet.  Her brief walk in Nikki's heels had activated the leather and somehow caused this amazing aroma to surround her feet.

As she breathed the powerful scent, something weird happened.  Her head span and Karla's posture adjusted as she felt a calm confidence fill her she had never known before.  The sexy scent coming from her own feet was amazing and it was making her feel so powerful... so bitchy.  Smiling she stroked her feet and purred like a cat.  Wow - Nikki's shoes made her feel like a different woman, she loved it.

By now the scent had filled the cab and drifted to the driver.  Karla observed him closely, intrigued at his reaction.  He seemed to be responded to her scent, his body language becoming more submissive as he turned in his seat and doffed his cap.  "Here you are miss.  Say - I feel bad taking any money when you're clearly trying to get home after a bad night out.  Here... this ride is on me."

Her head spinning, Karla stepped out of the taxi and watched it drive away.  What the hell?  Had the driver treated her better, simply because of her shoes and the smell from her feet?  Clopping into her house, she walked inside to find Paul sitting on the sofa watching TV.

"Thank God you're okay," he grinned.  "Did you get a cab?  I would have picked you up if you'd asked."

Karla looked at her man - he suddenly looked so... inadequate.  What was a total babe like her doing with a loser like him?  She could do much better, and maybe she would.

Sitting on the sofa next to her boyfriend, Karla grinned and deliberately swung her legs so her feet were near to him.  The scent began to fill the room, stronger now and more powerful.  She felt wet at the thought of her scent filling her boyfriends head and making him weak for her.  This was so hot...

"It's okay - I got a cab," she giggled casually.   "Baby, I gotta ask - what do you think of these shoes I borrowed from Nikki?"

"W..wow, they're incredible.  Your feet look amazing... like... like a Goddesses," murmured Paul almost seemingly hypnotised.

"Oooh, I like that.  Goddess.  Maybe that's what you should call me from now on.  And your Goddess has to ask - what do you think of the weird smell coming from my feet?  When I breathe it in, it makes me feel more dominant and bitchy... but guys seem to react differently.  What does it make you wanna do?"

Paul breathed deeply and moaned.  "Mmmmmh, your scent is heavenly... I feel... I feel like I want to worship you Goddess."

Karla felt her pussy get wet as her boyfriend stared at her adoringly.  She had never seen Paul act like this and suddenly the thought that he was falling under her control thrilled and excited her.  The scent was obviously affecting her too, making her meaner and bitchier... no wonder Nikki was such a dominatrix.  The shoes must have some kind of power.  The made women into Goddesses and men into slaves.  It felt delicious and she wanted more.

"Then worship me... slave,"  she laughed, kicking off a shoe and pushing her foot towards her former boyfriend - now worshipers face.

Paul moaned and Karla giggled as his mouth enveloped her toes.  He sucked on her foot, desperately gasping as she wiggled her tootsies and she felt a rising contempt for the pathetic weed worshiping her feet.  Grabbing the other shoe, she held them near her head - the scent filling her lungs and making her increasingly dominant and cruel.

"Oh fuck yeah, if this how it feels to be a bitch, I like it!  Too bad Nikki, I'm gonna be just as kinky and bad as you from now on.  Just wait till I find out where you get these shoes from, I'm gonna get myself a collection too."

Karla had never felt so horny and turned on.  She loved the power her new shoes gave her.  She began to fantasize about the hot guys at her office and what she could make them do with her new powers.  It was about time she got the pleasure she truly deserved.

Corrupted by the shoes on her feet, and the thrill of control - Karla smiled at Paul.

"Your Goddess is horny.  I'm gonna sit on your face and you're gonna make me cum... if you don't you'll be punished."

Straddling her boyfriend, Karla moaned as he began to obediently eat her out.  This was so much better than the pathetic sex that Paul used to give her.  He had never been a good lover, but he was doing a good job of making her cum now she was on top.

"Ahhhh Paul - this is so much agreeable don't you think?  Now once you've made me cum a few times, you can drive me over to Nikki's.  I need to find out where she got these shoes and make sure I can get more.  You're my foot soldier now... and you're gonna do everything I want from now on."

Paul moaned and nodded.  Goddess was happy and her feet were so close to him.  He had never been happier...