Daisy Ridley's Foot Slave

Chapter 1 - Starstruck

Turning the key in the door to her luxurious countryside mansion, Daisy held the door open for her latest acquaintance. Walking inside and immediately gazing around at the beautiful interior of the house was Joe. He had been the last person to meet Daisy at today's signing session. After such a tedious day taking photos and signing autographs, she had taken a fancy to the cute 20 year old student. He was completely starstruck in her presence, unable to function at full capacity. The complete shock of Daisy Ridley asking him if he'd like to come home with her had totally stunned him. Daisy closed the door, locking it behind them before pacing into the middle of the living room.

As she walked, the sound of her high-heels hitting the hard marble floor echoed around the spacious room. The far side of the room was one large floor-to-ceiling window which offered a breathtaking view out over the lake. Various works of art lined the other walls, adding an air of grandiose. Standing in the centre of the room, Daisy pivoted to face Joe. He was finally coming to his senses and took a moment to admire Daisy's true radiance. She was wearing a slim green dress that hugged her curves perfectly. Her oak brown hair fell just past her shoulders, flowing gracefully. The sleeveless dress exposed Daisy's elegant yet muscular arms. She places her hands on her hips, tilting her head slightly to the right.

For the duration of the car journey here, Daisy had been rather comforting and reassuring, remedying Joe's nerves. However now they were standing six feet apart, the atmosphere just seemed to become slightly more intense. "Do you know why you're here Joe?" Daisy asked in a commanding yet calm tone. Joe paused for a moment, the silence hanging in the air. Perhaps he had been naive to assume a film-star like Daisy Ridley asking him to come to their house was because she found him attractive. In all honesty he believed they were probably going to have a few drinks together before entering into an intimate encounter. Joe was now certain this wasn't the case. "I'm not sure" he admitted, looking down at his feet and twiddling his thumbs together.

Klop, klop, klop...

...was the sound of Daisy's heels once again hitting the marble floor as she took three steps towards Joe. He was beginning to feel a bit scared. Daisy's face was emotionless. "What would you do for me?" She asked, placing her finger under Joe's chin and tilting his head upwards, forcing him to make eye contact with her. Her eyes were enticing yet intimidating, they clearly held such power and authority. Joe stuttered, "a...any...anything" he eventually blurted out, his voice breaking slightly on the final syllable. He could hear his heart beating in his chest. The person he had been obsessing over for years was standing just inches away from him, and yet any sense of attraction or desire was eclipsed by anxiety. What was she going to so?

"Correct answer" she replied in a similar tone to the question. Raising one eyebrow, she continued, "get on your hands and knees". The command was a total shock, it took Joe a moment to process what Daisy had said. He dared not ask her to repeat herself, so hesitantly he got down onto his hands and knees. The floor was cold, directly before Joe were Daisy's feet. They were encased in a pair of silver high heels. One strap ran across to top just before the toes, the other circled her ankle, acting as support. The heels themselves were metal tipped, explaining the loud noise as she walked.

"I've been on my feet taking photos for six hours today Joe, have a little sniff and see what that smells like" Daisy instructed. He looked directly upwards at Daisy who had a stern look on her face. "Daisy?" Joe asked, unsure as to if she was really serious. Currently he was a decent distance from Daisy's feet, but the thought of leaning in to smell them was not one Joe particularly wanted to entertain. "My house, my rules. You want to make me happy don't you?" Daisy asked in a slow, eloquent manner. Joe thought for a moment, this wasn't the Daisy he had fallen for and fantasised about for the past few years. She was crazy, bringing him to her home only to sniff her feet. But she was right, he did want to make her happy, and perhaps he would be rewarded for following his orders correctly. Reluctantly, Joe bent his arms and put his upper body weight on his elbows, allowing him to stoop in close to Daisy's feet. He stopped perhaps two inches from the surface, where he took in a deep sniff. Immediately the stench hit him. The smell was revolting, six hours of foot sweat had seeped into Daisy's shoes and coated her skin. Joe recoiled, wincing and even almost gagging. He felt his nose tingling, the cheesy aroma of sweat filling up his senses. His eyes began to water as Daisy let out a cruel chuckle, "I bet they're disgusting" she wagered, a sadistic smile beginning to grown across her lips.

Mercifully Daisy stepped away, taking the pungent smell with her. She walked over to the sofa in the corner of the room, Joe was utterly fixated on her ass. With each step the material covering her bum tightened, highlighting her juicy cheeks perfectly. Was the smelling ordeal over? Daisy took a seat on the sofa, perched ominously on the edge she crossed her left leg over her right, looking down at her foot. The ordeal was far from over, with her finger she gestured for Joe to approach her. He again obeyed, crawling the short distance and stopping just before her. With every movement forward the stench increased. The initial concentrated sniff had not dampened the strength, or even Joe's perception. He scrunched his face up, unable to bear this much longer. As he waited there in his hands and feet, the evil smile returned to Daisy's face. "Be a good boy and take my shoes off for me" she asked. This task wasn't quite as bad as physically sniffing her feet, but the added proximity was a new challenge. Joe examined the shoes, deducing the small metal buckle around the ankle was the solution. He reached forwards and grasped at the fiddly buckle. It took a few attempts but finally the strap released and the shoe became loose. Taking a hold of the underneath, Joe cautiously slid the shoe off Daisy's foot. The skin on the sole of her foot had been concealed, pressed up against the material of the shoe all day, its release triggered an odour twice as bad as the first time to hit Joe's nose like a brick wall. It was truly vile, his lips began tingling and he felt as if he was about to throw up. The obvious discomfort only bought joy to Daisy's face, a laugh that would ordinarily have been quite cute, became menacing given the circumstance. "And the other one" she insisted, swapping the position of her legs around. Joe was physically trembling, it was taking all of his strength to not get up and run from the smell. But he remembered Daisy's words, 'you want to make me happy'. He knuckled down and removed the second shoe, just as he was about to place it down on the floor, Daisy cut in. "Sniff it" she commanded, her eyebrows raised in expectance. "Put your nose right up against it and sniff" she said. Joe looked up with pleading eyes but there was no sign of mercy. He bought the shoe right up to his nose so this tip was actually touching the material. He felt the dampness against his skin, this alone almost made him vomit. He counted to three in his mind and took a large whiff. He gagged, it was the worst smell he had ever experienced. It was so strong and concentrated, he wishes he had declined the offer to come here.

Joe placed the shoe down on the ground and looked up at Daisy, his face as white as a ghost. He felt physically ill, this had been a true ordeal, one he wouldn't like to repeat. He only hoped that it was all worth something, that he would now be rewarded in some way. Joe would soon find out just how wrong he was.