Emma sat comfortably on the couch, her eyes fixed on the TV screen as she absentmindedly stroked her bare feet. A soft moan escaped from her throat when she saw a particularly enticing commercial, but she quickly regained her composure and turned back to the program.
Little did she know, halfway around the world, her loyal follower Mikayla was going through hell trying to maintain some semblance of sanity. It had been months since Emma had whisked her away from her normal life and plunged her into a world of constant foot worship. At first, it had been an obsession for Mikayla. She would spend hours each day kneeling before Emma's feet, breathing in their intoxicating scent and touching them reverently.
But now, the novelty had worn off. Mikayla found herself growing increasingly restless and horny. Her mind was filled with thoughts of other things she wanted to do with her mouth besides licking feet. She ached to feel the warmth of another person's body against hers, to taste their skin and hear their moans of pleasure.
Unfortunately for Mikayla, Emma seemed to thrive on her isolation. She had made it clear that Mikayla was to remain at their undisclosed location, cut off from the rest of the world. Mikayla's friends and family had no idea where she was or what had happened to her. They assumed she had simply disappeared off the face of the earth.
As Mikayla knelt before Emma once again, her mind drifted back to the days when they were still in public. She remembered how people would stare at them, some with disgust and others with curiosity. But Emma seemed to revel in the attention, wearing provocative outfits that showed off her feet to their full advantage.
Mikayla sighed, her gaze fixed on Emma's size 9 feet, covered in bright red polish. She couldn't deny the pull they had on her, the urge to touch them and taste them again. But she also longed for something more, for a connection beyond the physical.
Suddenly, the door to the room opened, startling Mikayla out of her thoughts. She looked up to see Emma standing there, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Time for a change of scenery," she said, gesturing for Mikayla to follow her.
Reluctantly, Mikayla rose to her feet and followed Emma out of the room. As they walked down a long, dimly lit corridor, Mikayla couldn't help but wonder what new form of foot worship Emma had in store for her. A shiver ran down her spine at the thought, both terrified and aroused by the possibilities.
