George is a guard at the max security women’s prison. Goddess Marquesa is a prisoner there and has been convicted of stealing 100 million dollars.

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I come to your cell with a package.  I slide it through the bars and you open it excited.  I say, “Sorry it’s nothing that’s going to help you escape.”

You smile and say, “Really? We will see a about that.”  You open the package and it’s a pair or 6 inch open toed high heels.  I go to leave and you say, “Wait I want to show you.”  You sit down on the bed and slide off your shoe, then slowly very slowly start sliding off your sock.  For some reason I just stare engrossed by what you are doing.  Finally the sock slides off to reveal these perfectly manicured silver toes.  You slowly slide your foot into the new shoe, and then you repeat the process for the other foot.

I try to look away but for some reason cannot.  Finally, with both of them on you say, “What do you think?”

I can barley breath out, “Stunning.”

You say, “Thanks” and put your old shoes back on.  You say, “I am going to try them on every day at noon.”

I say, “Ok, whatever,” wondering why you told me that.  But tomorrow at noon I am at there at your cell I notice you are in the heels again and today your toes are painted a pretty white.  I come by and stare for a good 10 minutes.  Every day for the next week I come down at noon.  And every day a new color, red, yellow, blue, green, purple, light purple.  I don’t ever realize it but I am getting more and more excited every day to see what color will be on the magnificent toes.

Its 12:00 and I come down to your cell.  But today is different you are just sitting on the edge of the bed your sneakers and socks on.  You smile and say, “Welcome guard George,” and I say, “Hi.”

You say, “What’s wrong guard, you looked disappointed?”

I say, No, nothing.”

“Well if you’re not going to be honest I can’t help you.  I want to trust you. I want to learn to trust you.  I want you to teach me that I can trust you.  Can you do that for me?”

“Well yes I can do that for you”

“Thank you, George.  I really appreciate that.”

You begin to untie your sneaker, “George Am I distracting you somehow without realizing it?”

“Huh?” I said, so noticeably startled that I didn’t seem to notice my eyes on your sneaker a moment ago. “Distracting me?”

“Well yes you seem to have grown to have a fascination with my pretty toes.”

“N-no, of c-course not.”

You spoke sweetly now, asking “My pretty toes don’t distract you?”

I said, “They don’t.” but I did not meant it.

“I’m not sure I believe you George.  You seem confused.  “Here, George,” you said, offering a solution.  “Let me see if you’re right.”
You untied your sneaker and let it drop to the floor, watching my eyes staring at your sock.  My eyes remained fixed, on the sock hoping waiting for it to come off.

“What are you looking at, George?”  You asked teasingly, but affectionately.

“I – uh,” was my only reply.  I was completely transfixed, unable to look away, and almost completely unable to form words.  I couldn’t think straight all I could do is look at the sock and wonder what color those perfectly manicured toes were under those socks.

You began to play with the sock watching my transfixed eyes.  Finally you slowly began to slide it off revealing more and more off your foot to me.  It was taking so long to come off but I couldn’t take my eyes off the unfolding sight.

You looked up and smiled and said, “You don’t want me to stop sliding off my sock, do you?”

“No, I don’t want you to stop,” was the barely audible reply.

“I didn’t think so.” you said.  You smiled broadly and took in the sight of me entranced.  “Every day when you came down here you had a question in your mind.  If you tell me the truth and tell me what it was I will reward you.”

“It was what color your perfectly manicured toes would be”

“That’s what I thought.  For telling me the truth you I am going to tell you something.  I am going to tell you what color my toes are painted.  Would you like to know?”

“Yes please tell me.  I want to know so badly”

“Well George under my sock I have freshly painted silver toes”

“I want you to watch closely.” you said as you reached down and slowly began to slide off more off your sock. “When you see my silver toes, you will be completely unable to look away.  Completely unable to look away. When you see my perfectly manicured silver toes.  Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand.”

“All week nothing else mattered but coming down to my cell at 12:00 and staring at my toes”

“No nothing else mattered”

“And now you want, more than anything, to see my silver toes, don’t you George?”

“Yes, more than anything.”

“That’s right.  You’re a very good boy.  Aren’t you?”

“Yes, good.”

“Yes, that’s right.  And you’re also very obedient, aren’t you?”

“Yes, obedient.”

“And when you see my silver toes, do you know what will happen?”

“No.”

“Let me tell you, George.  When you see my silver toes, you will become weaker, even weaker than you are right now.  Do you understand, George?  You will become very, very weak.”

“Yes, I understand.”

“So weak, in fact, that you will remain unable to look away, no matter what.  Completely unable to look away from my pretty toes, unable and unwilling to think about anything else but my silver toes.”  You paused, to let the words sink in.

“Now, what will happen when you see my silver toes?” you asked, just to make sure your words were having the proper effect on me.

“I will become weaker.”

“How weak will you become?”

“Too weak to look away.”

“That’s very good.  But you are already too weak to look away, aren’t you George?”

“Yes, too weak.”

“And when I show you my silver toes, you will become weaker still.  So weak, so helplessly weak.  My silver toes will own you then, won’t they George?”

“Yes, your silver toes will own me.”

“My silver toes will control your thoughts.  All you can think about, even now, is my pretty painted toes.  You want to see them, to feel there awesome power.  It feels very nice to think about my toes, and to let their power control you.  You want very badly to let my silver toes control you, don’t you?”

“Yes, I want them to …”

“And even though you can’t see them, beneath my socks my silver toes are already controlling you right now, aren’t they?”

“Yes, they are …”

“Tell me, what are you thinking about right now?”

“Your perfect silver toes.”

“Can you think about anything else?”

“No.”

Do you even want to try to think about anything else but my toes?”

“No, I don’t want to think …”

“That’s right, George.  You don’t want to think, you just want my silver toes to dominate all your thoughts. And that feels good to you.  That feels just exactly as it should be.  Thinking about my toes, letting them control you, giving in to their power over you.”  And as you said this last part you slid your sock completely off your foot, letting your silver toes be revealed.

I was totally enthralled, and totally yours.

“Look at my perfect silver toes, George.  Concentrate on them,” you urged.  “Think about how pretty they are, how feminine.  Think about how soft they are, and how pleasant and calming they would feel rubbing against your nose and cheek.  Think about how sweet they must smell.  Can you imagine these things, George?”

“Yes, I can imagine …”

“All week all you could do was think and want my toes, nothing else mattered but coming down and staring at my perfect toes.”

“No nothing else mattered.”

“Now that you are staring at them it is worth anything and everything to submit to their power.”

“Yes submit to your silver toes.”

“Thank you, George.  You are doing so good,” you said.  “I want to reward you for your obedience.  Can you think of a way for me to reward you?”

“Your silver toes,” I said yearning, motionless, eyes still fixed on them.

“My silver toes?” you pretended to be puzzled.  “What would you possibly want with my silver toes?  You wouldn’t want to touch them, would you?”

“Yes, I –”

“Or even possibly kiss them gently, right here?” you asked, as you pointed with your polished fingernail to your big toe.  “Don’t you just want to kneel down before me and kiss my feet and toes right here?”

“Yes, I do,” I replied as expected.

“Well in order for you to do that you will need to open the cell door.  You will do that for me won’t you, you will open the cell door for my silver toes.”

“Yes.”

“Well come in the cell with me.  I give you permission to kiss my silver toes.  Please do so.”

You made this last line sound like a gentle command, and I couldn’t hold back.  I obeyed like a good boy, and kissed you softly and lovingly.

“You are doing so good, George.  You have made me very proud.”  You smiled broadly as you ran your fingers lightly through my hair.

I paused a moment, and looked up at you, smiling.

“Please don’t stop though.  Your lesson is only just beginning.”  And as you said that, you gently guided my face back down to your feet.  “My silver toes want your lips.  They need your lips.  You won’t disappoint my pretty silver toes, now, will you?”

“I shook my head slightly and uttered a muffled, “uh-uh,” as I went to my sacred task.

After a few minutes feeling my lips and nose kissing and licking your feet and toes, you decided to make your next move.

“As you kiss and smell my, feet, you find yourself forgetting about everything else.  All you know are my feet and silver toes.  All you want are my silver toes.  All you can think about are my silver toes, and all you ever WANT to think about are my silver toes.”  You instructed me.  “Nod if you understand and agree with me.”

I nodded.

“My silver toes are everything to you, and you like it that way.  It feels good to you.  My silver toes are your universe.  They give your life meaning, don’t they George?”

“Yes,” was the reply, “meaning… ”

“You cannot forget about them, ever.  Every day you will think about them, every hour, and every minute.  My perfect feet and silver toes are the one constant in your life, from this moment on.  Thinking about them makes you feel good, seeing them gives your mind focus and smelling them relaxes you and gives you a deep, deep feeling of well-being.  Do you understand me, George?”

“Yes, I understand.”

“Good. You enjoy these feelings very much, don’t you?”

“Yes, I enjoy the feelings.”

“Yes, you do enjoy the feelings you get from letting my silver toes dominate all your thoughts.  In fact, you enjoy these wonderful feelings so much that you never want to lose them, do you?”

“No. I never want to lose them.”

“No, you certainly don’t want to lose them, George.  You enjoy giving up your will to me, and letting my silver toes dominate your thoughts so much now, that you’ll do anything to INCREASE their power over you, won’t you?”

“I’ll do anything …”

“That’s right.  You’ll do anything to increase the hold my silver toes have over you, and to ensure that these wonderful feelings will never go away.  You want to submit to me more and more, at every opportunity, so that these feelings will continually deepen and strengthen.  You cannot refuse any opportunity to submit to my toes, and you never even want to try.  Can you ever hope to resist my perfect silver toes, George?”

“No, never.”

“And you don’t ever want to try to resist them, even to the slightest extent, do you?”

“No, I don’t want to resist.”

“That’s right, George.”  And as you said this, you slide on your pair of 6 inch opened toed shows that showed your toes

“And if I ever show you even the tiniest glimpse of my silver toes, ever again, you will find yourself completely unable to look away, and unable to think about anything else.  You will find yourself becoming weak and helpless, lost under the influence of my pretty feet.  As you look at my silver toes, you will obey me totally, completely unwilling and unable to resist.  You will find yourself relaxing more and more deeply, the longer you look at them.  You will find yourself obeying my wishes automatically, as though it was the most natural thing to do, as though you were born to do it.  You will want nothing more than to obey me and please me, and your happiness depends on how well you satisfy me.”

“You are now my foot slave, George.  You will always be my foot slave.  You were born to be my foot slave.  It fulfills you very deeply that I allow you to be my foot slave, and you are very grateful to me.  Don’t you love being my foot slave, George?”

“Yes, well you need to prove it.  Take out your large member.  It’s so hard from staring at my silver toes isn’t it?  I want you to stare at my toes in my shoes and stroke it.  I will tell you when to explode.  When you explode you will explode right on my silver toes.  You will explode in ecstasy knowing only me and my silver toes can bring you this pleasure.”

“But first you must do one small thing for me.  Just one small thing for my pretty silver toes.”

“Yes one small thing for the silver”

“All you have to do to feel the ultimate pleasure is break me out of prison”

“But…”

“But nothing George.  You’ll do anything I say and you want to jerk off so badly.  Yes that’s it.  Look how close you are to my silver toes.  You can’t even think of resisting.”

“No resistance.”  You take a bottle of lotion and hand and squirt it on my hand and member.  “You feel the lotion in your hand and you can’t help yourself.  You need to stroke yourself. Look at the silver toes.  Now masturbate.  Do it now George”

“George, it feels so good to masturbate, and it makes you so happy to do it while staring, enslaved by my silver toes.  The silver makes you want to stroke yourself and makes you feel soooo good.”

“But only my silver toes can bring you that pleasure.  You would do anything for me not to take them away wouldn’t you?”

“Yes Anything”

“Even free me from prison”

“Of course”

“Of course you will”

“Imagine when I am free, every day kneeling before me submitting to my silver toes.  Nothing else in your life matters but that.”

“NO!  Only your perfect silver toes exist in my life.”

“And if you are good and you obey what will happen?”

“Maybe you will let me masturbate on them again.”

“Yes and when you masturbate to the silver it shows me you are my slave.”

“I am your slave.”

“You are doing so good George.”

“Have you ever felt so much pleasure?”

“NOOOOO”

“You feel the pleasure because you willing submitted to the silver toes.”

“Keep stroking George.  I can see you are getting more and more excited.”  You take the lotion and squirt a little more on the head of my cock, which my hand immediately rubs down my hard shaft.

“George, masturbate for my silver toes.  When I will tell you to explode, you’ll cum so hard, and it will feel so wonderful.  Each squirt will be the last of any free will you have.  Nothing else will exist in your mind but to listen and obey me.”

“It’s too late George all you can do is stare at my silver toes and keep stroking.

“YES! Please let me explode on your silver toes.”

“George nothing in this world could pull your eyes off the silver.  Nothing else exists in your mind anymore but the need to see and serve my silver toes.  You are mine and to prove it, it is time to complete your enslavement and submission.  The silver owns you, controls you, my silver toes are sooo powerful and once you explode you will be so weak all you can do is obey the silver.  Just one look at them and you will understand they are power and beauty and you are their slave.”

“What is the only thing in the world you need?”

“Your silver toes.”

“Stroke it faster George.  Faster now.  Now George.  Its time.  EXPLODE NOW!  Make yourself feel so good and submit your will to me completely and totally.”

EXPLODE………………