Their Prisoner 11 - Mirko

Their Prisoner 11 – Mirko

Intro

It's been a year since you've been a foot slave. You've not fully lost hope yet. But it won't take much to break you completely – you feel you're on the verge. You've been craving female feet.

Story

Mirko's been using you a lot lately. She enjoys your sessions – mainly using you as her sparring partner. It always ends up with you being locked in a chokehold. Her feet are always on your face as she pulls on your arm.

Mirko: "You're always so pathetic, slave. I bet you were a virgin before you became this."

She chokes you using a reverse head-scissor, then throws you down onto the ground.

Mirko: "How does it feel to be so close to a girl's ass? Nice, right? I bet you never had a chance before your new life began. Your life quality definitely has improved – you're exposed to so many girls. "

She exposes her sweat-drench stinky armpit.

Mirko: "Come here, lick that part too."

You lick it clean, but it's disgusting. Her arms are strong and muscular.

Her feet are extremely sweaty and stinky after the sparring session - you must always clean and rub them. Her archers are always sore.

Mirko: "What's that I see? Is your dick erect already? How disgusting – to be turned on by the stench of my feet. I guess I'll allow you to spend more time with them."

She uses your face as a footstool as she relaxes on the sofa, chatting with her friends on the phone. The smell of unwashed feet assaults your nose. No matter how much you lick, they always stink.

Mirko: "Yeah, I'm with that thing right now. Do you want to see it? … Smile for my friend, foot loser. Make a peace sign or something to express how content you are with your current situation."

She points her phone camera in your direction - you do as you're told. Her toes find their way into your mouth; you suck on them instinctively.

Mirko: "See that? Isn't he pathetic? Lol. Yeah sure, show it to your family; I'm sure they'll enjoy the show too. … Totally! Enjoy the early access content, this content will be available to the public in a couple of days or so!"

You suck on the toes, followed by full foot-licking sessions while they make fun of you. She forces you to smell her shoes.

Mirko: "See those shoes? They are extremely comfy; I had them for years now. I don't like wearing socks, which makes my feet extremely sweaty. No one wants to smell them when I ask to rate the stench. But your nose was made for this, so tell me, how do they smell like?"

You dive deep into that stench, it's incredibly cheesy making your head dizzy, but Mirko's curious gaze encourages you to sniff even deeper. You black out for a few seconds.

Yet you must endure more sniffing as she forces your head into it.

Mirko: "Smell it, bitch, don't stop!"

Your eyes are watering, you’re having a coughing fit.

Mirko: "Lol. You're pathetic. You can't even stand my stinky shoes. Since my feet are nice and clean, why don't you apply some moisturiser to them? Get to it."

You rub the moisturiser between your palms gently, slowly spreading it onto feet and legs. Then you give her back a rub.

…

The next day, Mirko came to make a deal.

Mirko: "Why don't I buy you? You’re about to be officially auctioned off anyway. You'll be extremely expensive, but that's just because you're the very first official foot slave. You'll be kept in my bedroom, so at least that will be an improvement from this shithole."

Not waiting for an answer, she arranges things with Himiko. That's how you officially became Mirko's slave.

…

You're allowed to sleep at the foot of her bed; all curled up but comfortable like never before.

At night, you must keep her foot in your mouth; you're her little foot warmer. It was hard initially. When you fell asleep, the foot tended to slip out of your mouth. You were severely punished for it, and you learnt to pay attention to her feet even when asleep.

It was nice serving only one pair of feet.

One day, she took you with her to the library. She made you carry an enormous number of heavy books. She kept you naked, on a leash. People often stopped to look at you in awe, some asked if they could pay to try you out, and sometimes you were required to serve those random people on the street.

As she was sat in the library, there was a space under the desk – prepared especially for you. You were required to crawl into it, laying face up. The space was perfectly shaped to accommodate your body; there was no space to move your limbs. You couldn't see; the hole exposed your nose and mouth only.

She kept her feet on your face, the smell constantly getting into your nose. Always rubbing her feet on your face, trying to satisfy an itch using your nose as a foot scratcher.

Occasionally, she used your mouth to keep her foot cosy. You never knew if she wanted you to lick it or not. You couldn't hear; you were in total sensory deprivation. Her heel slapped your face if she was displeased. Therefore, you knew when not to lick.

You were released when she was done at the library. People at the library always laughed at you.

You could barely walk, carrying all the heavy books back home. She never gave you much time to get the feeling int your limbs back and you were not allowed to stretch. The subway ride was the worst when you had to lick a fat, disgusting females’ feet as a payment for giving up a seat for Mirko. Her feet were extraordinarily smelly and sweaty. There was lots of gunk and dead skin on those feet.

Your life with Mirko was demanding but comfortable. You didn't even mind being beaten up by her during the sparring matches. Her feet were the best, so well looked after but extremely smelly. When she wasn't home, you entertained yourself by sneaking into her shoe storage room and secretly smelling her shoes.

You discovered it later, but there were cameras everywhere here too, so she knew what you were doing, but she didn't mind – you were even encouraged to do it. Now she was the YouTube star, uploading some footage of her playtime with you.

Foot size: 10 UK

Smell intensity: 11/10

Smell description: foul, funky, nutty smell and vinegary

Smell effect: a hard-on, burning lungs effect

Taste: strong mouldy cheese and Himalayan salt