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The girls you lived with were very pleased by your performance at Kasumi's house - they were practically fighting eachother to have you lick their feet clean! You of course didn't mind - you lived only to be of service to them and their adorable feet, after all. Now whenever Chisato came home from practise you'd peel off her damp ankle socks, take a deep breath of both them and her bare feet then get to work giving them a nice tongue bath. You did the same with Misaki after her long school walk but you especially enjoyed worshipping Reina's nylons when she returned home from an overtime shift in an office without air conditioning. Something about sucking the sweat out of her nylons just reminded you of your experience with Kasumi, which made it all the more arousing. There was only one thing on your mind at this point - would you ever get to worship your stepmother, Mayumi? She and your father had gone on a honeymoon to Japan after a short stay here where introductions were made. You wanted to be of use to her. You wanted to serve her like you did her daughters and niece. Her feet needed pampering too! Luckily, your wish came true three months after she had married your father and her daughters had turned you into their footboy. She called you into the living room one morning. "I don't believe we've ever spoken one on one. As my son-in-law, I must have a good relationship with you and so let us chat." she said, dignified and regal in her tone. "I'd be happy to talk, Mother." you responded, almost without thinking. You eyed her up and down. She was ageless in that classic Japanese way, though given the age of her children she was probably in her late thirties. She wore a smart blue dress that exposed a lot of her long, pale legs. Her feet caugfht your eye the second you saw them. They were... perfect. That was the only word for them. Perfectly proportioned, perfectly soft, perfectly sized and spaced toes. Simply perfect. "Please, take a seat." she gestured to the floor in front of her feet. You fell to your knees before her as you had been trained to do. "Good boy. I'm happy to see such progress has been made by my daughters. Progress towards what, you ask? Progress towards turning you into a brainless little foot addict. Don't look so shocked. That's what you are, no? A brainless addict for divine Japanese feet. Think about it: did you ever once say no when one of them asked you to massage or sniff or kiss or lick their feet? I'd hazard a guess that you didn't. Because you can't. You have spent every moment of your free time these last three months either serving my family's feet or learning how better to serve them." Mayumi exposited. You, a brainless foot addict? No, you just wanted to serve your new step-family. They had beautiful feet that deserved to be worshipped. You just loved the smell of them. Well, and the taste too. That didn't make you an addict. You could definitely stop yourself from worshipping Mayumi's soft, delicate, juicy soles... or from sucking her cute, delicious toes... or from breathing in her addictive, divine scent... no... you couldn't... you couldn't survive without Japanese feet... they are your everything! You plunged straight into Mayumi's sexy soles, sniffing and sucking and licking in pure desperation. Their taste was nothing short of a gourmet meal to you now, their smell like the finest wine, your submission as total as possible. "See? Resistance is pointless. You've had my daughters' addictive, hypnotic foot pheremones floating around in your mind for months now, making you more and more dependent on their stinky feet and their dominance over you. There's no point thinking for yourself anymore. Let us think for you. Now that you've inhaled so many of my pheremones in such a short time, there's no going back. You are a complete and total mindless footboy addicted to stinky, sexy Japanese feet!" Mayumi proudly declared, pushing her feet against your face so all you could see, smell, taste and feel were her perfect feet. All thoughts of resistance left you as her hypnotic pheremones overran your brain and replaced all normal functions with an unending, desperate need to worship Japanese feet. She reinforced all the submissive attitudes, the need to please, the need to serve and the lust for feet that Misaki, Chisato, Reina and Kasumi had slowly footnotized you into having. In your final moment of independent thought, you decided Japanese feet were the most beautiful in the world.

The girls you lived with were very pleased by your performance at Kasumi's house - they were practically fighting eachother to have you lick their feet clean! You of course didn't mind - you lived only to be of service to them and their adorable feet, after all. Now whenever Chisato came home from practise you'd peel off her damp ankle socks, take a deep breath of both them and her bare feet then get to work giving them a nice tongue bath. You did the same with Misaki after her long school walk but you especially enjoyed worshipping Reina's nylons when she returned home from an overtime shift in an office without air conditioning. Something about sucking the sweat out of her nylons just reminded you of your experience with Kasumi, which made it all the more arousing. There was only one thing on your mind at this point - would you ever get to worship your stepmother, Mayumi? She and your father had gone on a honeymoon to Japan after a short stay here where introductions were made. You wanted to be of use to her. You wanted to serve her like you did her daughters and niece. Her feet needed pampering too! Luckily, your wish came true three months after she had married your father and her daughters had turned you into their footboy. She called you into the living room one morning. "I don't believe we've ever spoken one on one. As my son-in-law, I must have a good relationship with you and so let us chat." she said, dignified and regal in her tone. "I'd be happy to talk, Mother." you responded, almost without thinking. You eyed her up and down. She was ageless in that classic Japanese way, though given the age of her children she was probably in her late thirties. She wore a smart blue dress that exposed a lot of her long, pale legs. Her feet caugfht your eye the second you saw them. They were... perfect. That was the only word for them. Perfectly proportioned, perfectly soft, perfectly sized and spaced toes. Simply perfect. "Please, take a seat." she gestured to the floor in front of her feet. You fell to your knees before her as you had been trained to do. "Good boy. I'm happy to see such progress has been made by my daughters. Progress towards what, you ask? Progress towards turning you into a brainless little foot addict. Don't look so shocked. That's what you are, no? A brainless addict for divine Japanese feet. Think about it: did you ever once say no when one of them asked you to massage or sniff or kiss or lick their feet? I'd hazard a guess that you didn't. Because you can't. You have spent every moment of your free time these last three months either serving my family's feet or learning how better to serve them." Mayumi exposited. You, a brainless foot addict? No, you just wanted to serve your new step-family. They had beautiful feet that deserved to be worshipped. You just loved the smell of them. Well, and the taste too. That didn't make you an addict. You could definitely stop yourself from worshipping Mayumi's soft, delicate, juicy soles... or from sucking her cute, delicious toes... or from breathing in her addictive, divine scent... no... you couldn't... you couldn't survive without Japanese feet... they are your everything! You plunged straight into Mayumi's sexy soles, sniffing and sucking and licking in pure desperation. Their taste was nothing short of a gourmet meal to you now, their smell like the finest wine, your submission as total as possible. "See? Resistance is pointless. You've had my daughters' addictive, hypnotic foot pheremones floating around in your mind for months now, making you more and more dependent on their stinky feet and their dominance over you. There's no point thinking for yourself anymore. Let us think for you. Now that you've inhaled so many of my pheremones in such a short time, there's no going back. You are a complete and total mindless footboy addicted to stinky, sexy Japanese feet!" Mayumi proudly declared, pushing her feet against your face so all you could see, smell, taste and feel were her perfect feet. All thoughts of resistance left you as her hypnotic pheremones overran your brain and replaced all normal functions with an unending, desperate need to worship Japanese feet. She reinforced all the submissive attitudes, the need to please, the need to serve and the lust for feet that Misaki, Chisato, Reina and Kasumi had slowly footnotized you into having. In your final moment of independent thought, you decided Japanese feet were the most beautiful in the world.