Harleys foot toy story

"Damn, I can't believe that I really fell for that trap. I am so stupid!"

"Do you like your view?" Harley asks.

You try to remember what exactly happened. Your name is Peter and you were casually in the city, when you heard a girl scream for help! You rush towards her voice and suddenly - everything went dark.

You try to move a muscle but you notice yourself being completely unable to move! The weird thing is that you don't even notice any ropes on your body.

You just lay down there and you can do nothing but to stare at her. Harley. She is the gangster queen everyone is talking about. Everyone wants to catch her. There is an immensively large bounty on her head.

But sadly: She managed to catch you first! You look at her and somehow she looks... adorable? The way she is eating her ice cream...

Suddenly you notice: Her lower body is completely naked! But something is strange. Usually the butt is the first thing you look at when you check out an interesting girl, but this time it is different. You look at her feet!

"They are pretty, aren't they?" She says, followed by a giggle.

You don't know what is going on, but strangely you can't take your eyes off her feet! They are just so - pretty. It is almost like they enchant you.

You keep staring and you notice something weird happening to your body. You get an errection! This has not happen before! Well, at least not from feet.

You instantly blush and manage to look at her as she giggles.

"How do you like your new kink? You are the famous man-spider, I knew that you would be an easy prey." she explains.

As she talks and giggles strange fantasies of her feet invade your mind. You are unable to resist it. You can just lay down there and enjoy the look of her feet.

Images of her feet resting on your face or in your crotch make you completely go crazy. You need her feet so badly.

You want to say something, but suddenly she just *snap*

Everything goes dark.

You open your eyes again. You are now no longer laying down on the floor. You are kneeling. As you regain your eyesight, the first thing you notice is harley. She is sitting on a chair right in front of you. By now, she is completely naked.

You look up at her. She is so pretty. Even though her body is exposed, you don't care about her chest or her pussy. You care about something else. Her feet. You desire nothing else.

She presses her bare sole right against your face and you mindlessly begin to kiss it. You don't know why, but it just feels so good. You must worship her feet. You move your hand to your crotch and want to touch yourself, but somehow it isn't working!

Your hand is just stuck in place. You hear her say: "You are mine now! I will let you go soon. But you will not be the same. Nothing on this planet will make you hard again anymore. Nothing except my feet. And, you will not be allowed to touch yourself unless I allow it.

What do you think, for how long will you be able to resist me? I mean, you could also tell the police my location...

...but I know that you won't do that. That means that you will never ever see my feet again. And this is what you want so much, don't you Peter?"

As she says this you get close to an orgasm - just from her words. You keep kissing her feet so passionately.

She continues explaining: "You know my hideout now. You can come here at any time and give in for my feet. You will be my toy. There is a new life waiting for you. You will be my spy, my servant. You will drown in lust for my feet more and more with every day you are by my side."

Go home now. Think about my offer. About my feet. I am sure that you will decide correctly. *snap*

You open your eyes, Harley is gone. You must have passed out. You can move again, so you rush to the next exit. On your way home. What was that?

A few days pass, but it is as she said. Even when your naked girlfriend is right in front of you and playing with herself: Nothing. You even asked her to give you a footjob and imagined harley. Nothing. No chance at all.

One week later you almost go crazy. You cant stop thinking about her. About Harley. Her perfect feet. You need her. You want to be hers.

You have to to it. You leave your apartment, prepared to never return...