Mistress Sini's Heel's Slave (Level 2) mail warning

Read how it happened: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Background

What are these? Old, worn, smelly, dirty heels? To you, yes. To me, they are my owners, my gods, the objects of my eternal worship. Their leather depths are my temple, the imprint of each toe my idols, their scent my aphrodisiac, and their taste my nectar.

How did I end up like this? Going from a strong, independent man to a mindless, broken slave with an old, filthy, sweaty, smelly heel tied to my face by a two-part collar proclaiming me to be Mistress Sini's Permanent Heel Bitch for all to see? Let me tell you.

When I first met Sini, I thought she would be an easy sub to play with and then leave as I found her. But I was so wrong, and now I'm incredibly happy that I was, that she showed what I really am.

At first, she noticed my glances at her feet, and she teased me that she'd make me her foot slave. I didn't believe her, but she relentlessly wore me down, teasing, stroking, and draining me with them.

I thought it would a short humiliation of licking her soles clean after she beat me, but Mistress Sini had already seen who I really was, a foot-bitch who hadn't realized it himself.

She kept me at her feet, forced me to worship her boots, her high heels, her soles, her toes until my mind was clouded with her feet's smell and taste.

Then, the coup de grace, she took her hose, soaked in sweat from being trapped in her boots off. As I inhaled their smell, so much stronger than anything yet, I distantly knew my weakened mind might not be able to endure.

Pressing them against my nose, she forced me to inhale her overwhelming scent. It flooded my mind, erasing any thought of resistance, and leaving me dazed and vulnerable.

Immediately, Mistress Sini pinched my nose shut, trapping her scent, and shoved the stockings into my mouth. Their taste, the old sweat pressed out of them as she clamped my mouth shut with her other hand, coated my tongue, addicting me to the taste. The combination rewired my brain, and when she told me that I was her foot-bitch, I knew she was right.

But Mistress Sini wasn't done. She went deep into her closet, coming back with a pair of heels announced by the strongest foot stench I'd ever smelled.

Their insoles were deeply marked by years of the sweat, dirty, and pressure of her feet, leaving the leather almost embossed with the silhouette of her perfect feet.

Stunned in awe of them, mouth already watering, I watched her slip them off her feet, and press them over my nose and mouth. Laughing, she told me how they'd never been washed, watching as my mind was finally, irrevocably erased while I kissed them like a lover.

Taking them in my hands to caress, coaxing as much sweat and scent as I could out of the worn leather. Thanking Mistress Sini for stomping out my free will and enslaving me under her feet.

She laughed harder, seeing how much I adored them, until she led me into her closet. There, surrounded by her heels, she pronounced my fate. I would no longer be her foot slave, instead I would be owned, ruled, and enslaved to her oldest pair of heels. Whichever pair she would have thrown out as trash, would become my new gods.

My only reply was to kiss her insoles harder, pressing my tongue against the impressions of her feet in devoted worship.

I barely noticed as she left, returning quickly with a tiny chastity cage to lock my cock into, branding me as an eternal slave to her heels.

Finally, she wrapped a collar around my neck, and ran a connected belt up around my face to secure the heels to my face, clearly lettered with "Mistress Sini's Permanent Heel Bitch". Inescapable, though my foot-stamped mind would never, ever think of escape.

Securing the keys to a small ring around her pinkie toe, she raised her foot to the back of my head, and guided me down on my knees.

Kneeling in the temple of her shoe closet, worshipping at the altar of her most worn pair, and then walked out. The click of her newer heels, my future rulers, echoing in my mind as the door shut and the lights went out.

Active Rules

I must choose all actions involve my opponents feet or heels. [Permanent]

Any foot or heel action used against me is hypnotic or makes me skip if not using dice rules. [Permanent]

Dice Rules

Standard Dice Rules
- Bondage and Hypno can be escaped with 5+ on a 1d6 (/dice chat command)
- Being in Bondage means skipping, while being in hypno means your opponent can choose your actions or make you skip
- Bondage and Hypno stacks on each other, after being free from hypno you can roll bondage the same turn

Advanced Bondage Rules (optional)
- On roll of 1 or 2, redraw actions and then skip turn
- If the bottom two options are greyed out due to lack of energy, you are too tired to struggle and skip your turn without rolling to escape.
-Actions may be chosen that can be RPed (i.e. licking lips when hands are bound) additional bondage actions may be used to add bondage to prevent this

Advanced Hypno Rules (optional)
- Hypno-Level-Rules:
- You start the game with Level 0
- Every Hypno action adds 1 Level until you get free.
- Everytime you roll a 1 on a dice roll, you gain 1 Level. (for example: Level 2 --> Level 3)
- After hitting a 5 or 6 (depending on your Hypno Level) you completely break free! (back to Level 0)
Level 1: You have to hit a 5-6 to be free.
Level 2: For the next two turns, you can't roll to escape, and your opponent chooses your action.
Level 3: The opponent chooses a rule for just this game.
Level 4: If you roll a 2, you can't roll to escape during the next turn, and your opponent chooses your action.
Level 5: The opponent can choose all your actions (max 1 redraw per turn), and you can only escape with a 6 now.
Level Max: You've been fully hypnotized! Your opponent chooses what you have to do (be full sub or dom), and you can no longer role to escape. At the end of the game your opponent may give you a special rule (separate from any bets!)

(Order of operations: hypno rolls --> rolls for rules set by hypno level 3 or personal rules --> bondage rolls)