Enchanted

"Oh please no, please please no, please don't do this to me!" John groaned.

His car rattled with the unmistakable sound of alloy against tarmac. A flat tire in the middle of fucking nowhere. John cursed his car and his luck, and punched his steering wheel. The sound of the horn was drowned out by the worsening rain storm.

Nursing his sore knuckles, John went to the trunk of his car to search for the spare tire. His heart sank; he still hadn't replaced the fucking tire after the last flat. John cursed himself this time and slammed the trunk shut. The howling wind was building around him, and by now the downpour was incessant.

John took out his phone to call for assistance. Suddenly, an eery wave of warm light-headedness came over him, and for a moment he almost felt drunk. Seemingly of its own accord his hand opened, and his phone dropped into a storm drain.

"FUCK!" John yelled. The warm wave now passed, and John cursed himself again. He wondered what the hell had just happened him. Was it low blood sugar? Was he getting sick? These questions could wait, because right now he was stuck on a road in the middle of nowhere surrounded by thick forrest, with no functioning car or phone.

Beginning to panic, John looked around and saw in the glow of the car headlamps that just up ahead a narrow lane turned off the road. With no other option, he approached the turn-off and saw an open gateway - could this be a driveway?

John rushed towards the gateway, the roaring wind blowing branches across his path. He passed through and started up the lane - in the distance, he saw lights!

He picked up his pace now, and as he got closer he started to see that the dim glow was coming though the windows of an old, tall house. As he got closer his panic started to lift, and he thanked God that his luck was starting to turn.

John noticed that the closer he got to this house, the feeling of that same strange, warm wave he had felt when he dropped his phone was starting to return. He felt a sense of calm start to grow in him, and he felt that going to this house would be his salvation. Going to this house would help him. He needed to go to this house. John felt his anger and tension ease the closer he got to the front door, and he enjoyed the feeling that all of his problems would soon be over.

Something troubled John, however. Somewhere, deep down beneath this feeling of calm, he felt something darker, something incidious - he felt terror.

John saw the front door of the house slowly creep open, and backlit in the dim glow he saw the silhouette of a woman.

"Hey there! Come in, come in, before you get blown away!" the woman laughed. She waved him closer, and his legs picked up the pace without him telling them to. She beckoned him into the house, and the door closed behind him.

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John found himself standing in a candle-lit hallway, in front of a tall, striking woman with long, black hair and pale, almost luminous skin. He was barely aware of the strange decorations adorning the walls, and the strange sounds eminating from the rooms in the house. He saw a black cat slink along the floor, and heard the screeches of birds in cages, but his focus was only on the woman.

"You must be soaked through!" she said, with a smile that somehow both comforted him and reminded him of the terror he had felt. "Please come into the living room and sit down by the fire, you must tell me how you have ended up at my front door!"

For a moment John wondered why this woman was so relaxed, happy in fact, about a strange man showing up at her door in the middle of the night. This thought passed quickly, and John gladly sat himself down by the fireplace.

The woman stood in the doorway, and John could not take his eyes off her. He felt embarassed about staring at her, and tried to look away but he just could not. The woman gave him another deep smile that let him know that he did not need to look away.

She was wearing a long, black dress which flowed down past her knees, and around her neck she wore a necklace which hung down over her bosom. John found himself staring at this necklace, and at the strange talisman which rested on her cleavage.

"Sorry that I look like such a mess!" she laughed, "I was out all day in the woods, foraging for everything that I will need tonight."

She bent down and started to unlace her large, black boots, and John could see even further down her cleavage. He felt his pulse quicken, and he tried to pull himself together and to stop staring, but he could not make himself.

The woman stood up straight again and pulled off each boot, then stepped gracefully across the room on her bare feet. She sat down on the large sofa directly facing John, and lifted her feet to rest them on the small table between her and her guest. As she did so, her dress rode up her legs just enough to expose a glimpse of her tighs. Her legs looked so smooth and they seemed to glow in the light if the fire.

John's focus, however, was now firmly fixed on the soles of her feet, which were facing him and were no more than three feet away from him. He had chosen to sit on the small ottoman right beside the fire, and as a result her soles were amost at eye level. John swallowed hard - he had never told anyone, not even his ex-girlfriends, but John had a deep and intense foot fetish. He had always been embarassed by this, and tried to ignore it, but he could not help being attracted to beautiful soles. John did not want to creep out this woman who had kindly helped him, and so with all of his strength of will he snapped his head up to look at her face. The woman looked at him with a knowing smile.

The pang of terror returned deep in his gut, and John remembered why he was here.

"Thank you so much for inviting me in, I really appreciate it! My car got a flat tire and I have no spare, and I dropped my phone!" he said. "I was really hoping that I could use your phone to call for assistance? I will be out of your hair as soon as possible I promise!"

John kept looking in the woman's eyes as he said this, but he had to fight with all his strength not to look down at the beautiful soles that were so close. John breathed deeply, and he was certain that he could even smell them, and the aroma was driving him insane.

"Oh don't worry there's no rush for you to be going anywhere," she purred. "You are most welcome, I so rarely get guests out here."

In the periphery of his vision John could see that the woman had started slowly flexing and waving her soles, and spreading and scrunching her toes, and without being able to stop himself he glanced down at them. Her soles were were so big, he guessed maybe even a size 10, and were decorated with many perfect wrinkles. These wrinkles became so pronounced when she scruched her toes that John felt his mouth absent mindedly open.

He knew that he had stared too long to even pretend at subtlety, and mustering all of his strength he looked away and back into her eyes.

The woman had a deep grin on her face which terrified him, but this fear passed as the smell of her feet became stronger and stronger in his nose. As she played with her soles it was as if she was wafting the scent towards him.

"Oh sorry about my feet, they must smell terrible!" she said with mock embarrassment. "As I said, I was out in the woods all day in preparation for tonight, and my feet are so tired. I hope you don't mind me having them on the table?"

"No please don't worry," John said in a daze, "it's your house, you should be comfortable." He had noticed that she had now talked about 'preparing for tonight' a few times, and brielfy felt uneasy, but he could not help himself from looking down at her soles again.

"I'm so glad that you are here," he woman said, "my last one was totally used up and I really didn't know when another would find its way here."

John had no idea what she was talking about, and wanted to ask her what she meant, but the woman had begun to slowly rub her feet together, and he felt an erection start to strain against his pants. He felt so embarrassed and hoped that it wasn't obvious, but he heard the woman giggle, and her playing with her feet intensified.

"Yes, I think you could serve me quite well," she said, "Wouldn't you like that? Wouldnt you like to help me?"

In the midst of the daze he was in John felt panic - what did she mean by serve her? He remembered the feeling of unease and terror which had been underneath all of this.

"Please... your phone, I need to... my car... I need to go..." he forced out, as he tried in vain to stand up from the ottoman, only to stumble forward onto his knees. His eyes remained fixed on her soles.

"Shhhhhh," she hushed, "don't worry about that, you don't need to go anywhere, everything you need is right here."

The woman sat back and lifted her feet off the table, and brought her soles closer to John's face.

"Come closer John," she said almost in a whisper, "crawl on your knees to me."

John tried to fight, to stand and run out the door into the storm, but his body moved just as she commanded.

"Closer John, closer to everything you will ever need."

The smell of the woman's feet was overpowering. The earthy, sweaty aroma filled his nose and his mind. The terror and panic was making John's heart pound, but they were no match for the power of the woman and her soles.

"Inhale John, breathe in deeply, give in to me."

John inhaled a deep, long breath, and he felt a sense of calm arousal that he had never felt before. His erection felt stronger than any he had ever had, and it almost pained him pressing against his pants, on which a patch of precum was starting to show.

"Good boy," she purred. The woman noticed the growing patch on his pants, and with mocking shock said, "But what's this? No, no, no we can't have you waste any of that seed! You are here to serve me, but most importantly you are here to give me your seed. It will be most useful for my spells and my rituals and concoctions, you see? My last slave gave every last drop that he could, but alas they all have their limits, and after that they're no use to me!"

Somewhere deep in the fog of her soles, John knew that he had to get away now, or he never would!

"Why don't you take take those clothes off John, they must be soaking," the woman cackled, "go on, take them off."

John felt his hand work on each button of his shirt, and the warmth of the fire on his bare back as he threw the shirt to the floor. He kicked off his shoes, then he pulled off his pants and socks. He stood before her in only his underwear, his erection pushing out towards her, precum soaking through. The woman laughed and looked at him expectantly. John tried to resist but there was no hope - he pulled down his underwear, threw it to the side, and fell down onto his knees before her again, head bowed at her soles.

The woman looked at his hard cock standing up for her, dripping precum, and she cackled loudly.

"Well I guess that little thing will have to do! Now, I'm nothing if not benevolent, so I am going to make you a deal. If you don't want to be my slave, and don't want to devote your seed to me, I will let you go, I promise! But if you give me your seed, I will know that means you wish to pledge yourself to me. I think that's a fair deal, don't you?"

The woman beckoned him to stand and come closer, and she lifted her feet to within a few inches of his hard cock.

"If you want to go, you just have to keep your seed from me. But if you want to give it to me, I will gladly keep it, and you can stay with me for as long as I have use for you."

The woman laughed again, and brought her long, pale feet to his cock, and gripped it between her soles. John had never felt anything so amazing. Her soles were so soft, and she moved her feet so effortlessly up and down his shaft, his eyes rolled back in his head and he quickly felt an orgasm starting to build. John did everything he could think of to try and stop himself from cumming; he tensed as hard as he could, and tried to think of anthing else. But it was no use.

All he could think about was the feeling of her soft, wrinkly soles working up and down his cock in perfect rhythm. His nose and mind were still filled with the aroma of her feet. A tear fell down his cheek as he tried with everything he had not to cum, to get away from this place and from this woman.

Just as John was on the edge of cumming, the woman quickened the pace with her soles, and his knees almost buckled as he gave in to the strongest orgasm he had ever experienced. His body shook as his cum spilled onto her feet, and she cackled as she worked every last bit of cum out of his cock.

The woman's head rolled back with laughter as she admired John's seed dripping down her soles and toes. John fell to his knees, and he lost any sense of himself and any desire to resist. He was hers, and he wanted to do anything he could for her. Deep inside him the terror still remained, but it felt dim and distant.