This choice: Your willpower is severely dulled, but you still manage to resist. • Go Back...Chapter #9Your willpower is severely dulled, but you stil... by: KyleKatarn   "Very well. Back to your cage then, your cock must be sooo painful right now. I must admit that I really thought you were going to crack this time. But i will break you... eventually."
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Without seeing the outside, it was very difficult to tell how much time had passed, but Jester finally returned, as always with a broad smile on her face. She was wearing a red tracksuit and white sneakers, which stood out from her usual attire.
"While you were resting, I’ve been very busy. If you’re good, I’ll tell you all about it. But for now, I feel like having a little fun." She unlocked the cage door. "Get out of there and kneel, hands behind your back."
She went to sit down in front of you in a large armchair with big cushions, took off her shoes, and placed her feet on a small coffee table, right under your face.
“This day has been exhausting! I had to dress like this to blend in, but it was terribly hot, and I couldn’t wait to get home to the comfort of my lair. And my little foot slave, who will obediently take care of me while I relax!” The smell rising from her pair of shoes confirmed her words, and before you could say anything, she gently rolled up one of her socks, stopping just below the toes. “I’ve been wearing these socks for the past three days—you’re going to love this! Lick my heel and the sole of my foot while you sniff my toes through my socks, and don’t stop until I tell you to.”
Knowing full well you had no choice, you obeyed and dutifully worshipped your jailer’s foot, noisily sniffing after each lick. The smell was strong but so intoxicating; soon, the bars of your chastity cage made themselves felt as you vainly tried to get an erection. Long minutes passed, and Jester temporarily set down her phone to roll up her second sock and order her prisoner to continue his task. Her feet were soft and damp from being in her shoes all day, and the stench was nothing compared to the pleasure and excitement of tending to such magnificent feet.
After a long while, Jester seemed satisfied and stretched before addressing her slave again.
“You must be thirsty,” she said, removing her socks completely. She went to the jar where her old socks were steeping and filled a glass with the infused water. Then she placed her new socks with the others, added fresh water, and sealed the container tightly. “This time, I’m not giving you a choice, but I’d be surprised if you refused.”
You took big gulps. The taste was terribly bitter, but your thirst was too great to be picky. After emptying the glass, you noticed that Jester had settled back into her armchair, her now bare feet right in front of you.
“The time has come for a little pedicure. Don’t think such wonders don’t require a bit of maintenance! Even if you don't want to reveal the code to me right now, I’ll find another use for your mouth… Open wide and stick out your tongue. And stay like that until further notice. Good. Now come a little closer to my feet… Perfect.”
Jester then began to conscientiously file her toenails, and all the dust fell onto your tongue. “Don’t swallow! Not yet… Or I’ll send another electric shock to your crotch. I’ll teach you to be obedient.”
You felt completely humiliated. Every time you thought you’d hit rock bottom, she found new ways to degrade you further. Reduced to the state of a dustbin… The taste wasn’t particularly strong, but having your tongue out forced you to breathe through your nose, and her exposed toes released a very powerful odor. Your eyes grew moist with a mix of despair and discomfort, and you clumsily tried to hide it, but in such a position, nothing escaped your torturer. “Don’t cry, I’m only doing this to pass the time until you decide to give me your code. All of this is entirely your fault, birdie boy.”
After finishing her left foot, she wiggled her toes and gave you permission to swallow. Then she motioned for you to shift slightly so she could continue with her right foot.
When she was done, your jaw ached a little, and the aftertaste was noticeable. You could have used another glass of water, but you didn’t dare ask, knowing what she had just added to the jar.
“Well, now that we’re relaxed, I can tell you about my day. Or rather, I’ll show you.” She turned on the TV and selected the sports channel. “You’ll soon understand why I dressed like this!” On the screen appeared images of the new sports complex built by the city, bustling with activity as it was inauguration day. The day was drawing to a close, and many spectators were settling into the stands while the players warmed up on the field. A gala volleyball match was about to begin in a few minutes.
“There were public initiation sessions all day, so I took the opportunity to get a little exercise!” she said with a smile. “Oh… And I may have slipped away from my companions long enough to sneak into the official locker rooms and leave a few… surprises!” At these words, a shiver ran through your body. What diabolical idea had she come up with? Reading your expression, she answered your unspoken question.
“It all depends on you now. Even as my prisoner here, you can still save the city from an unfortunate mishap, isn’t that wonderful? At halftime, I’ll trigger a little mechanism that will release an invisible gas, its slight odor easily masked by the athletes’ sweat. Breathless as they are, they’ll inhale great lungfuls of my gas and the virus it carries. Oh, don’t worry, the virus isn’t deadly, but the fever it causes is enough to lay even the toughest of my minions low with fatigue.” She stood up and whispered in your ear: “And do you want to know the best part? There’s an autograph session after the match!” She was bouncing with excitement now, unable to stay still. “I love public events, they’re so effective for reaching as many people as possible. With an incubation period of two days, by the end of the week at least half the city will be bedridden, leaving me free to burglarize wherever I please!!” She stopped abruptly and looked at you mischievously. “Unless, of course, you reveal the code to your mask…”  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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