Beautiful Brainwashing Pt. 1

Continued from: The New Recruit

A Sarah Jane story

A month or so had passed since I was promoted to the rank of "junior schoolgirl". I got into a fairly regular routine of showing up to the Facility in the mornings, to be greeted by Cassandra. I'd be corporately or professionally dressed, just to experience the dichotomy of having that feminine power and confidence stripped away. 

I'd soon find myself in the regulation attire of "junior school". It meant pigtails, very short kilts and either knee socks or those little ankle socks with the ruffles around the tops. Sometimes I was required to wear socks and heeled sandals...icky! It was dreadful looking. 

I felt shame and vulnerability most of the time. I was constantly humiliated yet constantly aroused. I was embarrassed to be clicking around in my patent Mary Janes, while the rest of the stunning women around the facility were power-strutting in their five-inch stilettos. I was ready to be promoted again. I wanted to be more like those other ladies, rather than dressed like a naughty little girl. 

I had one final class and assessment in my junior school curriculum, before the "Headmaster" (Russ) would consider me for promotion. I had been avoiding it. The class was called "foot worship". I had a fairly good hunch as to what it would entail but also a bit of anxiety of the unknown. The class was taught by substitute "teachers", Miss Summer and Miss Vanessa. 

I don't know who Vanessa is but Summer and I got to know each other a little. We played adult Twister where my face was essentially pressed against the seat of her mini skirt. Later that evening I went down on her while I was being fucked. I guess that qualifies as getting to know each other a little. 

I knew about their special closet at the Facility and how much male clients pay them to be in that space. I guess then men sniff their high heels after they've been worn and buy their nylons and stuff? When I was reluctant to complete the "foot worship" class, I assumed this is what the content would be. Nevertheless, absent of a foot fetish, I needed to take this class to be promoted by the Headmaster. 

*Sigh*

Like many of my other experiences thus far at the Facility, I found myself kneeling with my eyes down. My heart beats out of my chest, my stomach is in my throat and I wait quietly, for the first sign of any sort of stimulus. This time it was the sound of confident heel clicks against marble, followed by a slip-stream of expensive perfume. My substitute teachers had arrived, and when I snuck my eyes up to peek, I noticed they were dressed like Flight Attendants. 

Without warning, Summer was up under my skirt and pulling the front of my panties aside. She told me to spread slightly and in one fluid motion, an object was inserted into my soaked pussy. It was oddly shaped and pink in colour. My greedy pussy gobbled the object up with ease, and the little tail portion rode up my slit toward my clitty. 

Nothing further was said, as the pair of them helped me into a chair and busied themselves tying my ankles, knees and wrists together with soft ropes. A red ball gag was placed into my mouth by Summer and fastened around my head. She kissed my cheek and seductively purred to me, "hello again Sweetie." 

Summer introduced Vanessa briefly, I could only nod my head in her direction as drool cascaded from my lips. Vanessa rolled a TV monitor into my field of view and started what appeared to be a slideshow. They dimmed the lights and both of them clicked out of the room, leaving me alone. 

The slideshow illuminated to life. Each photo hung in place for about 15 seconds, before fading out and being replaced by the next. 

By the third photo, the toy in my pussy suddenly whirled to life in a crescendo of intense vibrations. I shrieked into my gag, startled by the sudden shock of the sensation. I pulled against my bondage but the girls had me roped-off to the chair quite snugly. Ironically enough, the third photo happened to be rope bondage on hosed ankles. 

Followed by another one...

I couldn't help but appreciate the artistic beauty of some of these photos. Like they were actually pleasant to look at, beautiful even. In that moment of epiphany I must have let my guard down, subconsciously. I felt an orgasm building, assisted by the powerful toy that was trapped in my pussy and being remotely controlled. 

As another photo appeared, I tipped over the edge and came, directly and shamefully into my panties, all while looking at a female foot in a sandal and groaning against my ball gag.  

Was I being brainwashed in this closet of hell!! What were they doing to me?! 

The slideshow kept rolling and the vibrator resumed its relentless onslaught. I was about to orgasm a second time. 

Please help! !

Sarah Jane 

xoxo

Continued in: Beautiful Brainwashing Pt. 2

 

  

 

The New Recruit

Continued from: Sarah's Junior School

If you remember back to the post called Slave Sisters, I set my wife Summer up with Russ and Sarah, under the masquerade that the two women would be having a playdate with "Daddy". The additional façade, was that Summer needed to be babysat by Russ because I was going on a date!

It was actually a business meeting, it didn't quite turn into a date until the end of the night, after too much bourbon. 

Remember Vanessa? The Flight Attendant who works alongside Summer.

*Phew* Yes, this little rocket! 

Vanessa first appeared in my crosshairs long ago, around the same time I learned Summer would occasionally sell her used nylons and high heels after flights. Vanessa was apparently the co-worker who taught Summer about this naughty little side-hustle and how to post images like so. This is Vanessa below. 

Since that time, Vanessa was the Maid of Honour to Summer, when she and I got married. I think Bella might have tongue-banged her in the pool that night, if I remember correctly.

Anyway, I set a meeting with Vanessa, not to talk about her pussy, rather, her feet. She's made a little bit of money off the foot fetishists over the years, I wanted to ask if she was ready to go pro.

How do you conduct a job interview for the position of: foot fetish model who will also be selling her nylons, shoes and socks?

"Ummm, Vanessa, show me your feet." 

 

"Congratulations, you're hired." 

She was more than eager to accept and after some legal paperwork in the days following our meeting, some talk of finances and a make-out session on my front porch, Vanessa now worked for me. She and Summer had full reign over the "shoe closet", as it has come to be known, the area at the Facility dedicated to feet, heels and hosiery. 

Cassandra helped with some of the photography work and marketing as usual and before long, Summer's feet pay-site was once again spinning triple 7's!

The girls would literally have to prove to potential buyers, that the pantyhose they boarded the flight wearing, were the same ones they were peeling off, eight hours later before sealing and shipping. It was a lot of dicking around but through pictures, codes and short videos, they maintained the continuity of this process. 

Sometimes they would come right home from the airport and immediately head to the "shoe closet". After I give my sexy little wife a smooch of course. 

I guess this was the critical time to capture all the magic, that first moment they pull a tired foot out of a hot stiletto. 

Now with the pair of them playing footsies, literally, the popularity of her site went through the roof and sales almost doubled! As for actual clients attending the "shoe closet" to have a live-session with both Summer and Vanessa, the cost is astronomical. Yet that space in the Facility is constantly booked solid. 

You know what I say? I say good for them! No one should judge these two. 

They found a little niche in this wonderful world of kink and they're profiting from it. Cripes, if I could sell pictures of my back deck to some lumber-fetishist, I totally fuckin' would!

"Oh Jesus that's a nice deck! That's a nice deck-pic!"

"Is that White Cedar? God I can picture running my nose across it. That deck must smell so good!" 

"Send me an unsolicited deck pic, like randomly when I'm at work. It'll be hot! Like I don't know it's coming and I open my phone and BOOM! It's a picture of your deck. I'll even pay for it, like money for it, please?" 

LOL...right?

It costs like $11.99 for a head of Iceberg Lettuce these days. Fuckin' right I'd sell you my best deck pics!  

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Beautiful Brainwashing