Foot Fetish Parlor
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Foot Fetish Parlor
(A commission I recently did that I wound up enjoying way more than I thought. Thought people here might enjoy)
“Are you rolling? Good. Okay let's get this over with. These people kinda freak me out.” Mia said, adjusting her hair and bringing a mic to her face. Mia was a reporter you see. A journalist for the local news, and this was her big breakout story. Finally the mysterious Foot Parlor, a location reserved only for the upper crust of society and Mia was going to be the first ever video journalist to get a look on the inside.
She got the call a couple of weeks ago from the creator and owner of The Foot Parlor, Violet Siada. At the time Mia was just a puff piece reporter. She was sent out to do menial stories, cats stuck and tees or a nasty pot hole finally being filled. And yet for some reason Violet specifically chose her. She even offered to provide the camera men and equipment so that she could surprise her editor when the time came. Mia was more pumped than she had ever been before. So brushing her blouse so that it would stay down and look neat she put the mic back to her mouth smiling as bright as she could.
“Hello I am Mia Aubern here at the infamous and mysterious Foot Parlor. Yes that’s right the location who has been catering to some of hollywood's biggest celebrities and some of the world's richest women. For years what goes on in this place has been shrouded in mystery, all that we know is from customer testimony from women who say once you go in you will be coming back for life. Join me today as we explore this fascinating place in today's investigative segment “The Tour of the Parlor”. Come on.” Mia said to the camera gesturing to the large golden gates separating them from the absolutely massive and luxurious building.
Upon entering the gates Mia is instantly starstruck. All around her were gorgeous women dressed in clothes that she could only dream of owning walking about a large courtyard. Several stood in groups talking while others seemed to walk right past Mia on their way into the massive manor. While Mia would have loved to mingle and talk with the fabulous masses she knew she was hear to do a job. Snapping herself out of her daze she began walking backwards towards the building turning to face her camera crew.
“As you can see women young and old, but all quite affluent have gathered here to enjoy whatever services the building holds. Perhaps they are invited like me by the proprietor the lovely Violet Sia-” Mia continued before hearing a sultry voice from directly behind her.
“Well I don’t know about lovely but I do take great pride in my work.” Mia turned to look coming face to face with the dazzling owner of the manor. She looked to be in her late thirties with beautiful tanned skin and long brown hair that went down to her waist. She was also dressed in a black business blouse that appeared to be unbuttoned at the top to flaunt her expansive cleavage. She also wore a long black skirt reaching her knees as well as a pair of black stocking contained inside a pair of seemingly well worn flats. Mia smiles as wide as she could at the woman, glad to finally meet the person who graciously invited her into the secretive place.
“Ladies and gentlemen speak and she shall appear miss Violet Siada. A pleasure to finally meet in person Miss Siada and thank you for inviting me to you place of business. And what a beautiful business it is. You must be doing very well to afford such a massive place.” Mia said cheerfully before holding the mic out to Violet who giggled a bit before responding.
“Oh please just Violet is fine. And as soon as I saw how cute you were I knew I had to have you here. Yes we do quite nicely here and while the money is great and all I don’t do it for that. No I do it for all the hardworking women who just need to take a break or take out their stress on something. Yes this place is more for my clients than it is for me. Though don’t let it be said I don’t indulge in the pleasures myself. Now then shall I show you the wonders that await inside.” Violet said before gesturing to the large front doors of the building. Following happily Mia and Violet walked up the large marble steps before finally coming to the doors wherein Violet knocked with a strange rhythm. As soon as she finished the sounds of locks could be heard coming undone followed by the heavy groaning of the door opening.
Mia and Violet entered the chambers followed by her crew as Mia looked around the place in shock. The inside was luxurious to say the least, with red satin curtains and rugs covering the large marble columns that covered the are. Massive paintings of Violet covered many of the walls and the beautiful young women walked around the open lobby area viewing the merchandise. While yes the view was impressive to say the least that was not what shocked Mia.
No what shocked Mia was the large bird cages that seemed to be placed along all of the walls a small distance apart from each other. Inside each cages were nervous looking women of every different type of age or ethnicity all in very fancy and very appealing underwear and with a large metal collar around their necks. Some appeared to be kneeling while others seemed to be dancing, although their faces said not of their own free will, while staring down at the passersby. Mia in a daze walked over to one of the cages looking up at a dancing young Latina girl who couldn’t be older than 24. As soon as she got close the girl the girl stopped her dancing and knelled down onto her hands and knees with her chin pointed up and stuck her tongue out. Her face appeared to have smudges of dirt on it and her hair was matted and slightly greasy. Finally getting a look at the color Mia could make out the number 217 and right next to it a 7/10 engraved on it. Mia turned to look at Violet pulling the mic up to her face.
“W-what is this. Are those women- are they- do they want to be here. What is going on Violet.” Mia sputtered out
“Of course not dear. They’re slaves if they wanted to be here they wouldn’t exactly be slaves would they now.” She responded with a smirk.
“That has to be illegal! You can’t do this to people! Why would you invite a reporter to see any of this!” Mia yelled slowly losing her cool. Slowly she began to back away only to hear the doors groan to a close before the sounds of locking sealed them shut. Wide eyed Mia turned around seeing her only escape fall away and a hand come to rest on her shoulder.
“Well it looks like you’re here for a while now. Don’t worry dear all I want right now is for you to document this place. I want this to finally be out in the open for all women to see. And if by the end of this you tell me you aren’t even the least bit interested in what we have to offer I will let you walk right out that door, and with a sum of money in your pocket to boot. What do you say huh?” Violets sultry voice whispered to her from behind her. Mia did just want to run but knowing she couldn’t, not to mention the prospect of money from this absurdly rich woman, she steeled herself to turn back around. With determination in her eyes she looked back at the still smirking Violet and continued her interview.
“So Violet can you tell me what it is we are looking at right now?” She said before pointing the mic at Violet who began slowly walking across the massive lobby, passing the many caged women as she did.
“Well my dear Mia what you are currently seeing is the primary function of The Foot Parlor. You see while we do provide the normal luxuries of a spa we also provide something much much more. The chance for a woman to be in absolute control of another. Yes you see once you have paid entry and enter the building you can choose from one or many of our wonderful slaves here to serve you for the entirety of your stay.” She said gesturing a hand to the rows of dancing and kneeling women caged around them.
“And what exactly do you mean by “serve” them. Like a maid or something?” Mia said confused by this whole thing. Violet only giggled a bit before stopping at one of the cages and holding out an open palm, gesturing to the caged woman inside. The woman looked to me a mature blonde haired woman with a collar that said 103 and a 5/10 on it in a pair of black lacy underwear.
“No my dear we have plenty of maids and servants to provide our clients with that type of service. No I think it would be best if I let one of the slaves here explain. 103 tell me what purpose you serve here.” Violet responded, smiling at the slave whose eyes go wide with panic.
“Yes Goddess Violet. My purpose here is to serve and worship the feet of all the mistresses that choose to have me serve them.” She said looking nervously from Violet to Mia wide eyed. Mia took this opportunity as a chance to question one of the slaves.”
“I see and what are those numbers on your collar for?” Mia asked.
“The first number is the number assigned to work as my new name by Goddess Violet and the second is the ranking she gave me out of ten on my foot worshiping skills.” The slave responded her eyes going to the floor of her cage with a look of shame.
“That's right 103. I had to give her a five out of ten. She squirms to much and gags on the taste of sweat, not to mention the crying she does about part way through a session. It’s a shame really, with a body like hers she could have been very popular. But some people like a slave that resists a bit so at least you still see some use don’t you dear.” Violet said reaching through the bars to stroke the slaves hair as she visibly flinched, tears welling up in her eyes as she no doubt recalled past traumas. Violet pulled her hand back as she grabbed Mia’s arm and began to pull her father across the room before speaking again.
“But enough talking to the slaves, that isn’t what they’re here for. No you came for a tour and so a tour I will provide. I may not be able to show you everything but I will make sure to show you some of our highlights.” Violet said increasing her pace as Mia pulled her arm free. She wanted to get more insight into a slaves life here. She wondered why Violet was in such a hurry but decided not to dwell on it for to long. She had a job to do and she was going to do it.
After some time of walking down the massive halls of the manor, seeing the rich women look at the many slaves in the cages with glee's they approached a set of doors with a sign above them that said “Soft Room”. He confusion on her face must have been apparent because violet turned to look at her and a smug smirk crossed her face. She stopped at the doors and made a large show as she swung them open with a flourish of her hand. Peering inside Mia was once again struck speechless at what lies inside.
Several bright red chairs and long couches lie around a room covered in bookshelves and large televisions. The wealthy and beautiful women sit all around the room cheerfully chatting with each other laughing while being served colorful drinks by maids and butlers and having a general good time. This was not what shocked Mia of course, this is the behavior you would expect from a traditionally hotel or spa. No what shocked her was that each chair and couch had an ottoman with a fluffy pillow. And at the foot at each of these ottomans were one or more slaves lapping away at the feet of the woman in front of them, secured to the ottoman by a small chain leash connected to the collar. Some of the slaves locked away eyes filled with duty or lust as they hungrily cleaned the soles of any dirt or sweat that may have accumulated. Others, however, had looks of pain or green faces with tears leaking from their eyes as they forced themselves to continue the worship. Any time one may look like they wanted to stop an angry look from one of the women they were serving would cause them to flinch and shake their heads before upping the intensity of their worship.
Mia was absolutely speechless as she stared at the room eliciting another one of Violet’s giggles she was quickly growing accustomed to. Violet walked into the room finding a vacant spot on a nearby red couch before patting the spot nearby as if beckoning Mia to join her. Mia looked around the room filled with nerves by what surrounded her. However, after a deep breath to steel herself she joined Violet on the couch holding the mic to her face.
“Now tell me Violet, what is the room we are currently sitting in.” Mia said using her peppy interview voice once again.
Violet smiled at her before clearing her throat to speak, “Well Mia this room is just one of the many amenities we have here at The Foot Parlor. This room, that we call the Soft Room, is made for our clients to sit back and relax with some of their friends. Weather that may cause they came as a group or they happen to run into each other this is a great place to play catch up. Our clients are waited on hand and, well foot I suppose by our staff. Of course we also provide a place to secure your slaves and kick your feet up after walking through our facility. The fact they happen to be the same pace is no coincidence though as, while sitting with friends, it is a great opportunity to have your slave or slaves get in a good cleaning or foot refreshing with their tongue. It’s not like they will be doing much else.” Violet explained before snapping her fingers as a black haired maid in a french maid outfit comes to her side before bowing. Violet then whispers something to her as she nods and walks out of the room before swiftly returning with two slaves on chains and securing them at both women's feet. Violet then turns to Mia before beginning again, “Care to give it a try” She says with a sly smirk.
Mia opens her mouth to try and deny her but suddenly a look of anger twinges behind Violets cocky smirk. Gulping and looking at the poor slave at her feet Mia simply nods as Violet breaks out into a grin and gestures a hand to the slave at Mia’s feet and snapping her other hands fingers as the slave at her own feet begins to pull the flat from her shoe. Mia looks at her well worn heels as well feeling bad for the poor slave that lied in wait a her feet. They were very old shoes and she often, like today, chose not to wear socks or stockings inside of them. Looking at the slaves pleading eyes she feel bad but also snaps her fingers. Mia watches as despair falls over the slave, who she now notices bears the numbers 302 and a 4/10 on her collar, as she begins to pull the high heels off and visibly cringe at the wave of nasty foot odor that blows into her face. One glare from Violet seems to end that look of distaste and replace it with a look of fear as, obviously quite forcibly, The slave runs her tongue from the heel of Mia’s foot up to her toes.
Mia lets out a little squeak of surprise at the wet slimy texture of a tongue running up her sole as well as the ticklish sensation it provides. Mai then notices the feeling of the cool air combined with the feeling of the grime of a days walk out in the hot sun being wiped from her foot and replaced by the cool saliva DOES feel quite nice. Letting out a sigh as the feeling of the slaves tongue graces her foot again Mai leans back in the chair and slips her other heel off, much to the slaves visible dismay. However the slave does not and takes hesitant lick after hesitant lick never once complaining about the smell or the undoubtedly awful taste. Mia isn’t quite sure how long she lies back on the couch before hearing Violet giggle a bit and speak down to her.
“Well it looks like someone is enjoying themselves huh? I told you it is quite the relaxing experience isn’t it.” She says now off of the couch and looking down at her from her position standing next to the slave lapping away at Mia’s feet. Mia’s face burns bright red as she regains composure adjusting her blouse that had wrinkled from her sloppy posture and standing upright quickly, her feet making a wet slap on the hardwood floor from the saliva that coated them. She then quickly grabbed her heels and clumsily slipped them back on her feet before standing up straight and clearing her throat.
“Ahem yes I’ll admit the sensation is somewhat enjoyable, but are you not concerned with the fact that these are still people you are forcing to do these things.” Mia asks putting on her best reporter voice and shoving the mic back at Violet who looked at the girl amused.
“My dear Mia you have the wrong idea here. Yes some of my slaves may not enjoy their position. But for some this is their fantasy. Their freedom stripped from them and forced to serve the feet of beautiful women. Granted some of them don’t seem to take into account how smelly or dirty a woman's foot can get or how cruel she can be but that is more on them. I have had many a woman come in here and sign her rights away to me to live and serve here. Others could be criminals I’ve taken off of the street or out of prisons to serve their life sentence here. I’d say easily eighty percent of the slaves here are here because they must be.” She said now leading Mia down a different hall to a new location in the manor.
“And the other twenty percent?” Mia inquired. The only response she received was Violet looking back at her and giving her a devilish smirk before placing a finger to her lips in a shushing motion before giggling and increasing her waking speed towards the next location. That location came in the form of a thick metal door with a sign above it saying “Sauna”. Mia had mixed feelings. She loved a good sweat in a sauna as much as the next gal but something told her that this would be no regular sauna, and even more, that Violet would surely try to draw her in deeper.
With the door now opened by Violet, Mia walked into the steaming room hesitantly. Inside her jaw nearly dropped at all the naked beautiful women. Granted some of the more conservative women in the room covered themselves in towels, which hid very little, but for the most part the women remained nude commenting on each others bodies or simply enjoying the heat of the steamy room. On the flip side of this, however, were the poor slaves.
The room appeared to be heated by several large heating systems in the middle. Each system had several slaves chained to it as well as had a small basin for water and dog food that had obviously grown quite soggy. The slaves that were chained to the systems had obviously been there for quite some time as their bodies were now bright red from the heat and sweat seemed to drip from all over their bodies. Some women had slaves that appeared to have brought in with them as they appeared to be about as sweaty as their masters. These chained slaves however appeared to be suffering greatly, forced to worship every pair of now extremely sweaty feet with tears in their eyes and looks of disgust on their faces while the women they worshiped seemed to bear cruel or sadistic looks on their faces. Mia noticed no slave chained to the heaters had a ranking above a 3/10 on their collars.
“Yes, while this room is quite enjoyable to be sure it also makes for a fantastic punishment room for some of more, lets say unruly slaves. They stay locked in here all day to sweat out some of that bad attitude they have while they get to lick the sweaty feet of their mistresses to remind them of their place. Would you care to give it a try my dear?” Violet explained to the still shocked Mia. Mia then turned to look at Violet and saw that the look on her face was more of a command than a suggestion. Mia sighed and made her way to the changing rooms, removing her clothing and returning to the sauna with a towel wrapped tightly around her. Violet was already seated on one of the benches, her beautiful now seating body on full display causing Mia to blush a bit and take a seat next
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