As the sun set over the city, two women, Victoria and Gina, met at a luxurious penthouse apartment, overlooking the bustling metropolis. Their eyes gleamed with excitement as they discussed their latest fetish discovery - the allure of feet. In particular, they were eager to test out their newest acquisition, a young and submissive slave named Polina.
"I can't believe we finally have someone to bow down to our every whim," Gina exclaimed, admiring her collection of high-heeled shoes. She picked out a pair, black and shiny, with a delicate ankle strap.
"Polina will love these," Victoria replied, smirking. "She's been trained to worship feet since she was young."
They both giggled, imagining the look of fear in Polina's eyes when she saw them approach. The studio they worked for, Licking Girls Feet, had found Polina in the most desperate of circumstances and groomed her into the perfect foot slave.
"Let's get started then," Gina said, her voice dripping with authority. She led the way into the living room where Polina was already kneeling, her eyes fixed on the floor.
"Stand up, slave," Victoria commanded, her tone cold and unforgiving. Polina hesitated for a moment before rising to her feet, trembling with fear.
"You're here to serve us," Gina continued, her tone softening slightly. "And that means you'll do anything we ask, won't you?"
Polina nodded silently, her eyes filled with tears.
"Good," Victoria said, her voice hardening again. She pointed at Gina's shoes. "Kiss them."
Polina hesitated again, but only for a moment. She knew the consequences of disobeying and knelt down, gently placing her lips against the shoe's leather surface.
"Those are dusty," Gina warned her, wrinkling her nose in disgust. "Better clean them properly."
Polina nodded, understanding the task at hand. She lowered her mouth, exposing her soft lips, and gently licked the sides of the shoe, cleaning every inch of it.
"See? Told you she'd do it," Victoria said, a smug look on her face.
Gina laughed, enjoying the power trip she was experiencing. "Now worship my feet," she ordered, stepping out of her shoes and placing her bare feet on the floor.
Polina looked up at her mistress, her eyes filled with fear and arousal. She knew what was coming next, but she couldn't resist the temptation. Slowly, she lowered herself to the floor, placing her head between Gina's legs.
"Oh, you like that, don't you?" Gina teased, wiggling her toes in front of Polina's face. "You're such a pathetic excuse for a human being."
Polina nodded, unable to speak through her mask of submission. She reached up with one hand, massaging Gina's calves and ankles, her other hand gently stroking the smooth skin of her mistress's bare feet.
"That's it, slave," Victoria purred, approaching from behind. "Now worship my feet as well."
Polina hesitated for a moment, looking up at her second mistress. Victoria was wearing pantyhose, and the smell of her sweaty feet wafted towards Polina's nose. She knew what was expected of her, and without hesitation, she lowered herself to the floor, placing her head between Victoria's legs.
"Oh, you like that, do you?" Victoria teased, wiggling her toes in front of Polina's face. "You're such a filthy little creature, aren't you?"
Polina nodded, her face inches away from the sweaty fabric of Victoria's pantyhose. She reached up with one hand, massaging Victoria's calves and ankles, her other hand gently stroking the sweaty skin of her mistress's feet.
As the night wore on, Victoria and Gina continued to test their new slave, pushing her further and further into submission. Each command was met with unwavering obedience, and each moment of humiliation only served to arouse them more. It was clear that Polina was theirs to command, and they intended to make the most of it.
As the sun rose over the city, the two women finally tired themselves out, their minds filled with fantasies of the night before. They were content in knowing that they had found the perfect plaything, someone who would obey their every command, no matter how shameful or degrading. Polina, for her part, lay curled up in the corner of the room, exhausted but satisfied. She knew her place now, and she would live to serve her mistresses again.
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