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“I know I said I wanted to get under you but I didn’t mean like this,” Mya said as she was trying to reason with her. “Well, you paid me to dom you, didn’t you?” Veronica told her, “Seeing as you have I get to do whatever I want to do to you. If you don’t like it then you shouldn’t have gotten my services. Now, it’s time for you to shut up. You’re just my heels now.” She said as she injected her feet into her, her soles settling into place on Mya’s foam insoles.
Immediately she could taste them. A very potent mix of sweat, skin, lint, and hosiery. Part of it turned her on yet simultaneously disgusted her. Alongside the pervasive taste was a musk. Surrounding her feet was a strong yet quite faint stink of dried sweat and sweaty feet. As her feet settled into her, the smell grew more intense. With her firmly underfoot, Veronica got up to go check on her other client. By this point Mya could no longer see, her eyes happened to be on her insoles, so all she could do was smell, taste, hear, and feel.
All of these senses, for some reason, had become really sensitive. Despite how normal Veronica’s feet smelt before she was transformed it, undoubtedly, appeared as if her new form upped the ante of it. With how bad they smelt now it was pretty evident how sensitive bits of her were now. Even more so as she started walking in her. Each step sent waves of pure pleasure and pain throughout her two hollow bodies. The second she was forced into the ground a disorienting mix of hurt and enjoyment rocked through her. Not only could she feel her steps she would also feel her feet inside of her.
The hose-covered feet, which she longed to get under, now embedded within her. Each little toe wiggle, each stomp of her heel were all equally, intensely felt. Although, like each step, also felt good. For some bizarre reason, it felt as if Veronica was playing with her clit. Beyond disorientated, Mya didn’t realize that Veronica had left the comforts of her living room and entered her basement. Walking downstairs, she couldn’t wait to see how Natalie was doing.
Being a dominatrix she wasn’t that unused to strange requests, but hers was by far the weirdest. Of all the ways she wanted to be dominated she asked to be flattened. Not only that but to be folded up and encased in thin paint, so that she could still feel but not see. From there she asked to used as an insole.
Seeing as Natalie was completely dry Veronica was ready to fulfill her desire. Slipping one of her feet out of her heels she placed Natalie inside, not caring how Mya would feel about this. Quickly jamming her foot back into the heel she placed her foot back down upon the ground and walked back upstairs.
As she did so she noticed how comfortable both women felt. Shit, if she’d known she’d get comfortable clothes out of being a dominatrix she would’ve become one a long time ago. Now, she was so she got to enjoy the spoils of it all. With two lesbians underfoot, one extremely happy about where she ended up and the other extremely confused about this whole thing, Veronica couldn’t be happier. Especially considering she had a bi couple coming in a little to become a matching bra and panty set. Ah, the joys of being a dom.
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