Their Prisoner 7 - Cathleen Bate

Their Prisoner 7 – Cathleen Bates

Intro

Your (terrible) peaceful days of being superior females foot slave continue. You are content with your role. Someone always uses you; they don't spare you even if you sleep. You often wake up with a foot in or on your face. Some of them wake you up by kicking or squeezing your balls. You're always hungry; the only source of nutrients is provided by feet – they dip their toes into various foods (usually liquids) - you suck the food served by the toes.

Story

You are pleasing Froppy's foot as Cathleen Bates watches you with amusement. Her feet are massive; you're scared of what she will make you do. One foot is sock-clad, the other barefoot. You can already see the sweat on her feet slowly collecting on the floor, forming a puddle of sweat.

Cathleen: "Well, I will test this thing out. Perhaps it could be used to boost my kicking power. But I believe in a more humane approach; it's not right to force him like that – he should be doing it willingly or not at all. As an additional bonus I will make him be able to breath in only the air surrounding my foo. This thing doesn't deserve the smell of fresh air."

She removes her soaked sock waving it in front of your face.

Cathleen: "Look at my sock, take a few sniff. Then suck the sweat out of this sock - starting from the toes area."

You do as told; the smell makes you dizzy. It reeks horrible – like she never washes her feet. As you do, you feel your mind drifting away. You're like a passenger in your own body.

Cathleen: "See, girls? He's been hypnotised and will willingly do as I order him to – no need to force him unwillingly. See how this method is more humane? Now, shall we test how many socks can fit into that pathetic filthy mouth of his?"

They stuff their sweat-drench, dirty, unwashed socks into your mouth. The smell and taste is horrible. Ten socks is usually your limit, but you obediently allow even more to be stuffed. Your cheeks expand like the cheeks of a hamster.

Mei: "Haha, look at this loser! His mouth is stuffed with our socks, yet his expression says he wants us to stuff even more things into it!"

Froppy: "Good thing we've got that box with smelly stockings prepared. Let's see how many we can stuff on top of the socks."

They push even smellier things into your mouth. It feels like your cheeks will burst from the pressure. The latest forced push makes your eyes water.

Mei: "Aww, it looks like 40 is his limit. Guess we'll have to repeat this exercise daily to see how much it can stretch over time."

Nana: "Ewh! His face is so disgusting! Look at all that saliva dripping down. Don't go near him; his stench is repugnant."

The stuffing leaves your mouth. Then they allow you to get out of the basement, into the house. They make themselves comfortable in the longue, playing games while they sit on the sofa.

You're ordered to cook for them. A face mask is put on you. There are smelly socks inside it, so you never forget your place.

You are starving, but the hypnotism prevents you from doing anything independently. You serve delicious food; they eat and play Fallout.

Himiko: "Don't just stand there, bitch! Take off the face mask, get under the table, and please us while we eat!"

You crawl under. It's stuffy. The stench of unwashed feet hits you immediately. But being hypnotised, you mindlessly lick and rub the feet, then suck on the toes.

Your balls are kicked as you serve their feet to motivate you to do a better job. You'll surely have swollen, purple balls when they are done with you.

Afterwards, you are used as a footstool as they drink alcohol while watching Netflix.

They order you to act as a drying rack when they are done. As they sleep, you are forced to stand all night long, arms spread out, as their dirty socks and stockings hang off you. Your feet are killing you, but you're still hypnotised. Cathleen has made it so you can only breathe their stinky feet' air. The exit is just there, right in front of you. You're sure the door is not locked – they mocked you with it before falling asleep. You could easily escape now, but you're stuck in the ordered position.

The next day, you're left all alone with Cathleen. She beckons you to come closer with her big toe. She kicks you with her massive, heavy foot as you approach her.

Cathleen: "No, you retard. You're not a human; you don't walk like humans do. Crawl, you foot dog."

A massive foot appears on your head forcing it down. You kneel.

Cathleen: "Let's see how much of my foot you can take and how deep down your throat it will go."

Her feet are the biggest you've ever seen. She's muscular and strong. The hypnotism got weaker over time, and you dashed towards the door.

Her massive body pins you down to the floor. She's heavy – you are crushed by her enormous body. A huge foot stomps on your head; it's unbelievably stinky. There are lips almost touching your ear; you can feel the hot breath.

Cathleen: "You’re a naughty boy, aren’t you? You like a little power struggle, do you? How does my muscular body feel on your tiny, pathetic, feeble body? Do you like being pinned down by me, hmm? Let’s have a look.”

She reaches down, grabs your erect cock, jerking you off. It doesn’t stop until you’re milked dry. She gets off you, making herself comfy on the sofa, presenting her feet.”

Cathleen: “Crawl here, boy. Thank me for the pleasure you were graciously allowed to experience.”

The hypnotic power stopped working, but you do as ordered anyway. Fighting a superior, strong woman is no use.

You lick every nook and cranny of her massive, stinky foot. Then she orders you to lie on the floor and open your mouth.

Cathleen: “Take it bitch! Time to deep throat that mouth of yours!”

She forces her massive foot into your mouth, forcing it deeper until her toes go down the throat. She laughs.

Cathleen: “Haha. Look at you. Your throat is beautiful, with my foot bulging out of it. What a lovely sight. Let’s take some pictures. You’re a good foot vessel.”

The flash of the camera makes you dizzy, as does the lack of air. You struggle as no more air is stored in your lungs, but her foot doesn’t budge. You fall into unconsciousness; the only thing you hear is her laughter.

…

You’re awakened by a smelly slipper slapping your face. All the girls are back in the room. Cathleen is showing off the pictures.

Cathleen: “See, you’ve been too easy on him. His throat could certainly take more than he received. You should push him to his limits to get all he can offer out of him. Well, that was fun. I’ll be off now. As agreed, I’ll hypnotise him again before I leave so you can have fun with him outside of the basement.”

You don’t remember much afterwards. You were vaguely aware of being led outside into the town. A crowd of females gathered around you, taking pictures and videos of your pathetic naked form. The girls charged them for trying you out, leading you like some common foot whore. You serviced countless females’ stinky feet in various ways. Mostly, they were fascinated with how deeply they could deep-throat you.

When you fully regained awareness, you were back in your basement cell. Your throat was extremely sore, and your entire body stank to the extreme. You were covered in foot dirt and sweat, but at least you weren’t hypnotised anymore.

Foot size: 15UK

Smell intensity: 13/10

Smell description: musky, earthy scent, with a hint of an armpit smell

Smell effect: can cause an out-of-body experience if exposed to the smell for too long

Taste: extremely salty, bitter taste. Similar to too-salty old, stale crackers dipped in a black, bitter coffee