Kitty's stash

She hadn't noticed it at first. It was just something that she had never seen before. Sure, she touched herself to porn, but it was never anything like this. 

She couldn't believe girls would want to do this with other girls. Wasn't that a guy thing? Everyone joked about how pervy guys into feet were. 

Was she a perv, too? At first, it was just lightly touching her sex through her panties. Touching made it easier to watch; easier to understand why Linda would be so into something so cringe.

The girls licking looked so happy, like nothing else in the world mattered but licking another girl's foot. But it wasn't just any type of girl... they were dominant girls. Girls that took control. Girls who demanded things from other people. Girls like Alyssa. 

Alyssa was always so commanding, always in charge. It was her idea to form this study group. She was the one that decided where they went and what they did, but Noelle liked it that way. She was never good at making up her mind; doing the things that hot girls like Alyssa wanted to do. She loved having someone to show her the ropes. Show her how to be hot.

For the first few days, it had all been innocent caressing, but she kept finding videos with that word, that word that made it something more. They weren't just licking another girl's feet; they were worshipping them. Worshipping changed everything.

After that, her left hand dove into her panties. Her fingers teased and rubbed and danced on her sex, while her right hand, while it wasn't navigating through her growing collection of lesbian foot worship porn, was busy twisting her nipples. It was like her brain was disconnected from her hands and her sex. Her body had a mind or its own as her brain watched in disgust at the things that made Noelle's cunt sing. 

She quickly deleted the links where the girls weren't debasing themselves enough. Her sex didn't sing when it all just looked like fun. They needed to show how much they were beneath the girl whose feet they worshipped. They needed to lick the dirt off her toes, to tongue the bottom of the shoes, praying that if they were debasing themselves enough, prostrating themselves enough, they would be blessed with a chance for their tongue to caress her naked foot... suck on her perfect toes. 

One thing that the rational part of Noelle's brain noticed was that there was clearly a religious part of how this kink affected her. She enjoyed going to church when she was a girl, but that was mainly because of the social aspects. This was different. This was infused into her soul. The girls being worshipped... no, not girls, women... the women being worshipped were goddesses, and the women... no, not women, girls... that worshipped their feet were their abject slaves. Yes, that was it. 

Touching and twisting as her body reacted to her mind trying to get in sync with the feelings, these ideas in her head made her cum hard. When she reached a truth, a truth that was both logical and made her sex sing, that would send her body into ecstasy. 

Alyssa was a goddess made to be worshipped. Yesssssss.

Herself and Linda were her slaves, existing for a chance to kneel before them and beg for the opportunity to worship her feet. YESSSSSSS!!!!

For days and days her fingers and mind conspired against her to force these ideas into truths that made her cum like she had never cum before. 

Before that day, the day when Alyssa simply dangled her perfect foot in front of Noelle and casually made it bounce up and down, Noelle wouldn't have described herself as a very sexual person. Sure, she liked to get off occasionally. Still, she was much more focused on her school work and making her demanding parents proud. 

After that day, Noelle turned into a foot freak. A one-hundred percent submissive perverted CRINGE dyke foot freak. Not that she knew it. Her rational mind explained it all away as something that she played around with in order to relax, like taking a relaxing bath or going jogging early in the morning. It wasn't real... it wasn't who she was.

Until this moment. Right here, right now, whatever silly fantasies she had been playing around with in her spare time collided head-on with reality. They talk about these moments. Those times where in a spark, everything becomes crystal clear. Why you are here. What purpose you serve. What defines your reality. It wasn't rational. It wasn't logical. It was all encompassing. 

Alyssa's perfect foot was in front of you, demanding attention. Demanding to be worshipped. The fact that your soul needed to be kneeling before her was as much of a universal truth as gravity. She didn't have to say anything. She didn't need to. She was divine. A broken perve like Noelle, in the presence of a perfect goddess like Alyssa, simply knew that this was what needed to be done. 

And so Noelle gazed down at Alyssa's foot. Her divine foot. She was speechless. Was this what it was like, meeting god... encountering the goddess? Having every rational thought in your mind vanish like the wind?

She knew she had to kneel. The hundreds of times she had climaxed moaning "pretty please with sugar on top," picturing herself prostrating herself before her goddess Alyssa flooded her mind all at once, shutting out anything else. This was it. This was when Noelle became. 

"Well?"

She didn't remember doing it. She didn't remember whispering her prayer poised over the most perfect feet she had ever seen. The words just poured out of her mouth: "pretty please with sugar on top... pretty please with sugar on top..."

Alyssa liked to watch the video Linda made of Noelle begging for the first time, begging the way a good foot slut begs before being allowed to worship. It made her laugh. It felt good to laugh as her two foot bitches bathed her naked feet with their tongues. They were cute naked. It brought out how homely they were. They were the two most brilliant girls on campus and belonged to her. She wondered what else she could get them to do. This felt right. Alyssa deserved this. Deserved to be worshipped, and these two foot sluts clearly needed to be shown just how cringe they were. 

She had an idea. There was a Halloween costume contest coming up. They could be Thing 1 and Thing 2 and she'll go as the Cat in the Hat. What a great idea! She loved that idea. 

She kicked them off of her feet, and barked out a command. "Ride!"

Her two foot sluts scrambled to mount their denied sexes onto the tops of her extended feet. They had been practicing this "trick" for the last few days. She said "Ride," they dropped everything and started humping on her feet, with their hands behind their heads and tongues out, drooling with their eyes crossed. It looked so perfectly idiotic.

How funny was it that the smartest girls on campus were also the stupidest? Thing 1 and Thing 2... LOL.