Stephanie and the Monkey’s Paw — Part II
Under the influence of the Monkey’s Paw, Stephanie’s obsession with flip-flops and girls’ feet grew stronger. It was fun to make a few of her friends do her bidding, but now Stephanie wanted to make every girl and woman a flip-flop sandal slave as she was elated by the success of her newfound power, but she was not satisfied.
The thrill of having three devoted flip-flop slaves—Natalie, Megan, and Lynn—only fueled her desire for more. The effect of the Monkey’s Paw on Stephanie was taking full effect; as Stephanie gazed at her feet in her sandals, her eyes glowed and spun in pinwheels as if her sandals hypnotized her. She was now firmly under its control, and she was hypnotized to become omnipotent and dominant, turning everyone into flip-flop sandal freaks while becoming everyone’s master and obsessed with expanding her influence everywhere. Stephanie was no longer thinking for herself; she had, in fact, become the index case or patient zero, as the first documented patient of this growing sandal slave epidemic. Stephanie had turned into the Sandal Master, as she walked into her living room, her sandals making a soft clicking sound on the floor. This new power made Stephanie extremely excited and horny as she called for Lynn to come into her room.
Lynn used to be a Goth bully who tortured Stephanie, but now she submissively walked toward Stephanie, her sandals making a soft click, clack sound on the floor. Stephanie got excited at that sound, knowing this was just the beginning. With Lynn under her control, she felt she could conquer anything. The power, the pleasure, the dominance—it was all hers, and she intended to revel in it fully.
Lynn moved closer, the sound of her sandals making a soft, enticing click with each step. Her breasts, though not overly large, were perfectly shaped, firm, and irresistibly inviting. Long, black hair streaked with vibrant purple cascaded down her back, framing her oval, pale face. She exuded an alluring, gothic charm that captivated anyone who looked her way.
But it was Lynn’s feet that truly commanded attention. They were masterpieces of sensuality—flawless, pale, size nine feet with toes that were the epitome of perfection. Each toe was adorned with glossy black nail polish that shimmered seductively in the light, making them look like polished onyx. The hypnotic sandals on her feet highlighted those sexy feet and toes, turning her into an irresistible force of erotic allure. Stephanie’s gaze was fixed on Lynn’s polished onyx toes and a sexy size nine feet encased in those hypnotic sandals. The sight of them drove Stephanie wild with desire. She could feel the power of the sandals working their magic, turning Lynn into the sexiest, most hypnotic object around.
Lynn’s every movement was a tempting display of sensuality, her feet and toes drawing Stephanie in like a moth to a flame. The hypnotic power of the sandals amplified Lynn’s already stunning beauty, making her an irresistible force of sexual energy. Stephanie could not resist any longer. She reached out, her fingers lightly grazing Lynn’s smooth, pale skin, sending shivers of anticipation through both of them. “You’re so beautiful, Lynn. Your feet, your body, everything about you is perfect,” Stephanie murmured, her voice dripping with lust. Lynn shivered at Stephanie’s touch, her body responding instinctively. “Yes, Sandal Master. I can feel your desire,” she replied, her voice trembling with anticipation.
Stephanie’s fingers trailed down Lynn’s neck, sending shivers through her body. “I want you, Lynn. I want you to worship me, to feel the same pleasure that I do. Will you do that for me?”
“Yes, Sandal Master. I will do anything to please you,” Lynn said, her voice filled with longing and submission.
Stephanie’s lips curved into a satisfied smile as she leaned in and kissed Lynn deeply, their tongues dancing together in a passionate embrace. Lynn’s hands moved to Stephanie’s back, pulling her closer as their bodies pressed against each other.
Stephanie broke the kiss, her breath coming in shallow gasps. “Sit down,” she commanded, her voice firm and authoritative. Lynn obeyed, her eyes locked onto Stephanie’s, filled with lust and submission.
Stephanie knelt before Lynn, her fingers tracing the outline of Lynn’s sandals. She kissed Lynn’s toes, tasting the glossy black polish, savoring the sensation.
“Lynn, I want you to kiss my feet and toes,” Stephanie commanded, her voice low and seductive.
Lynn’s eyes sparkled with desire as she took Stephanie’s foot in her hands, kissing each toe, her lips moving over the glossy red polish. Stephanie moaned softly, the sensation driving her wild.
“Yes, just like that,” Stephanie encouraged, her hands moving to Lynn’s breasts, squeezing them gently.
Lynn’s kisses became more passionate, her tongue flicking out to taste Stephanie’s toes. Stephanie’s arousal grew with each kiss, her body trembling with need.
“Now, it’s your turn,” Stephanie said, her voice filled with lust.
Lynn lay back, her eyes half-closed with desire as Stephanie took her foot in her hands. Stephanie’s lips moved over Lynn’s toes, kissing and sucking them, the taste of the glossy black polish intoxicating her.
Lynn moaned, her body arching with pleasure. “Oh, Sandal Master. that feels so good,” she gasped.
Stephanie’s kisses became more intense, her tongue flicking out to taste Lynn’s toes. The more they caressed and kissed each other’s feet, the hornier they became.
“Yes, keep going,” Lynn begged, her hands gripping the sheets.
Stephanie’s kisses moved up Lynn’s foot to her ankle, her calf, and her thigh. Lynn’s body trembled with anticipation, her arousal growing with each kiss.
Stephanie finally reached Lynn’s pussy, her tongue flicking out to taste her wetness. Lynn cried out, her hips bucking against Stephanie’s mouth.
“Yes, Sandal Master, just like that,” Lynn moaned, her hands gripping Stephanie’s hair.
Stephanie licked and sucked, her tongue exploring every inch of Lynn’s pussy. The more they kissed and sucked on each other’s toes, the more intense their pleasure became.
Lynn’s body tensed, and with a final cry of pleasure, she came hard, her body shaking with the intensity of her orgasm. Stephanie did not stop, continuing to lick and suck, prolonging Lynn’s pleasure until she was spent and satisfied.
Stephanie stood up, her eyes glowing with satisfaction. “You were delicious, Lynn. Now, it is your turn to pleasure me,” she said, her voice filled with anticipation.
Lynn looked up at Stephanie, her eyes filled with adoration. “Yes, Sandal Master. I will do anything to please you,” she said, her voice trembling with desire.
Stephanie undressed slowly, revealing her own perfect form. She climbed back onto the bed, positioning herself over Lynn’s face. “Worship me, my pet. Show me how much you desire me,” she commanded.
Lynn eagerly obeyed, her tongue flicking out to taste Stephanie’s wetness. Stephanie moaned softly, her hands gripping Lynn’s hair as she guided her movements.
“Yes, just like that,” Stephanie gasped, her hips grinding against Lynn’s mouth. “You are mine, Lynn. You will always be mine.”
Lynn’s tongue worked expertly, bringing Stephanie closer and closer to the edge. Stephanie’s moans grew louder, her body trembling with the intensity of her pleasure.
Stephanie pulled away briefly, eyes dark with desire. “Let’s both enjoy this together,” she said, guiding Lynn into a 69 position.
Lynn adjusted herself, her face hovering over Stephanie’s pussy while her own was positioned over Stephanie’s mouth. They both moaned in anticipation, feeling the heat and arousal building.
Stephanie took a moment to kiss Lynn’s toes again, her lips moving over the glossy black polish while Lynn did the same to Stephanie’s red-tipped toes. The more they kissed and licked each other’s feet, the hornier they became.
Their tongues flicked out simultaneously, meeting each other’s wetness. The room was filled with the sounds of their moans and the wet, erotic noises of their tongues exploring each other. They moved in perfect harmony, each thrust of their hips bringing them closer to the edge.
The intensity of their pleasure grew with each passing moment. Lynn’s body trembled; her moans muffled against Stephanie’s pussy. Stephanie gripped Lynn’s thighs, pulling her closer, her tongue delving deeper into Lynn’s wetness.
Their bodies tensed, and with a final, shared cry of ecstasy, they came together, their orgasms hitting them with a force that left them both trembling and breathless.
Stephanie pulled Lynn into her arms, kissing her softly. “You did well, my pet. You have pleased your Sandal Master,” she whispered.
Lynn smiled, her body still tingling with pleasure. “Thank you, Sandal Master. I am yours, always,” she replied.
Stephanie held Lynn close, their bodies entwined in a loving embrace. They lay together, basking in the afterglow of their passion, knowing that their bond was stronger than ever, and reveling in the fact that Stephanie had turned her former bully into her submissive lover, ready to fuck on demand.
And now, Stephanie wanted to turn every girl and woman into her sandal slaves for her personal and sexual pleasure, like with Lynn. She would do it without care or concern for these girls and women. Stephanie wanted to create an army of flip-flop sandal slaves who would serve her every whim. She spent weeks perfecting her technique, ensuring her hypnotic power would be irresistible, turning every girl and woman into sandal slaves. Now, she was ready to implement her plan on a grand scale by inviting her three friends, now slaves, to her house.
Stephanie says, “Welcome, my dear slaves. Today, we embark on a new mission. You will spread my influence everywhere, creating more flip-flop sandal slaves who will serve me. Are you ready to obey?”
The slaves say in unison, “Yes, Sandal Master.”
Stephanie continues, “Excellent. From now on, your primary directive is to hypnotize other women, turning them into flip-flop sandal slaves just like you. You will seek out your coworkers, friends, family, parents, bosses, girlfriends, and even strangers. No one is off-limits. You will go to their homes, their workplaces, their churches. You will even hypnotize social media influencers, TV stars, and movie stars. Everyone must become a flip-flop sandal slave for me.”
The slaves respond in unison, “Yes, Sandal Master. We will obey.”
Stephanie says, “Remember, wearing flip-flops and sandals is so erotic. Flip-flops and sandals make you look sexy and desirable, and you must always wear flip-flops and sandals so women pay attention to you. You must only wear flip-flops and sandals because you must make everyone look at your feet and toes. The strappier the flip-flops and sandals are, the better you look; the sexier the flip-flops and sandals, the better you feel. You love to wear flip-flops and sandals all year round, even in the freezing cold and snow. You want everyone to look at your feet in flip-flops and sandals and make them want to wear them as well. Flip-flops and sandals are the center of your world.”
The slaves chant in unison, “Yes, Sandal Master. We will obey.”
Stephanie then takes out a PowerPoint and instructs her sandal slaves on what to do next.
Stephanie instructs them to carry a tote bag with several pairs and sizes of sandals so they can easily hypnotize their prey. Stephanie says, “Natalie, you will start with your workplace. Use your charm and hypnotic sandals to bring your colleagues under my control. Megan, you will visit your friends and family, ensuring they join our ranks. Lynn, you will target social media influencers, hypnotizing them to influence the millions of followers they have, spreading our influence everywhere. Each of you will report back to me with your progress. Now, go forth and fulfill your mission.”
The slaves chant in unison, “Yes, Sandal Master. We will obey.”
Natalie goes to her office, where she approaches her boss, Jessica.
Natalie says, “Good morning, Jessica. I wanted to show you something special. Look at my feet in these beautiful flip-flops.”
Jessica responds, “Those are nice, Natalie. Very stylish.”
Natalie insists, “Thank you. Would you like to try a pair? They are incredibly comfortable. Just slip them on.”
Jessica hesitates, “I do not know, Natalie. I am more of a high-heel person.”
Natalie persuades, “Trust me, Jessica. Just try them. They will make you feel amazing. Everyone is wearing them these days because flip-flops and sandals make you look sexy and desirable! The strappier the flip-flops and sandals are, the better you look; the sexier the flip-flops and sandals, the better you feel.”
Jessica said to Natalie, “OK, if it gets you to work on that overdue project, I’ll try them on!” Jessica reluctantly slipped on the flip-flops. As soon as Jessica put them on her feet, they began to condition her mind. These sandals are like brainwashing machines, and the minute she puts them on, her eyes spin like pinwheels in a trance while her demeanor changes. She is now a sandal slave under Natalie’s control.
Natalie commands, “Now, Jessica, you are a sandal slave. You will obey every command. Now, go throw out all your shoes that cover your toes and only wear flip-flops and sandals from now on. You want everyone to look at your feet in flip-flops and sandals and make them want to wear them as well. Flip-flops and sandals are the center of your world.”
Jessica, now in a trance, says, “Yes, I am a sandal slave, and sandal slaves must obey.”
Jessica then leaves the office, goes to her house, gets garbage bag after garbage bag, and throws away all her boots, flats, loafers, sneakers, and closed-toed shoes. She then puts them in the trunk of her car and goes to Goodwill to donate them, all while repeating her programming, “I am a sandal slave, and sandal slaves must obey.”
Megan then takes a visit to her friend, Rachel’s house.
Megan greets Rachel, “Hi, Rachel! It has been a while. I brought you a gift—these gorgeous flip-flops. Try them on.”
Rachel responds, “Oh, thanks, Megan! They look cute. Let me see how they fit.”
Rachel slips on the flip-flops. As soon as Rachel puts them on her feet, they begin to condition her mind. These sandals are also brainwashing machines, and the minute Rachel puts them on, her eyes spin like pinwheels in a trance while her demeanor changes. She is now a sandal slave under Megan’s control.
Megan commands, “Rachel, you are now a flip-flop sandal slave. You will do everything I say. You will hypnotize your friends and family, turning them into flip-flop sandal slaves as well. Wearing flip-flops and sandals is so erotic. Flip-flops and sandals make you look sexy and desirable, and you must always wear flip-flops and sandals. You will throw out all your closed-toed shoes or donate them to Goodwill.”
Rachel, in a trance, says, “Yes, I am a sandal slave, and sandal slaves must obey.”
Rachel then goes to her closet and gets garbage bag after garbage bag and throws away all her boots, flats, loafers, sneakers, and every closed-toed shoe she owns. She then puts them in the trunk of her car and goes to Goodwill to donate them, all while repeating her programming, “I am a sandal slave, and sandal slaves must obey.”
Lynn approaches a popular social media influencer, Sarah, during a meet-and-greet event.
Lynn says, “Hi, Sarah! I love your content. I brought you a special gift—these stunning flip-flops. They’re so trendy.”
Sarah replies, “Thank you! They look great. I’ll try them on later.”
Lynn tells Sarah, “Trust me, Sarah. Just try them right now. They will make you feel amazing. Everyone is wearing them these days because flip-flops and sandals make you look sexy and desirable! The strappier the flip-flops and sandals are, the better you look; the sexier the flip-flops and sandals, the better you feel. Don’t you think your fans should know that?”
Sarah puts on the flip-flops. As soon as she puts them on her feet, they begin to condition her mind. These sandals are like brainwashing machines, and the minute she puts them on, her eyes spin like pinwheels in a trance while her demeanor changes. She is now a sandal slave under Lynn’s control.
Lynn commands, “Sarah, you are now a sandal slave. You will obey my every command. You will wear flip-flops all the time and hypnotize your followers, making them flip-flop sandal slaves, too. Wearing flip-flops and sandals is so erotic. Flip-flops and sandals make you look sexy and desirable, and you must always wear flip-flops and sandals. You will throw out all your closed-toed shoes or donate them to Goodwill and get all your followers to do so as well.”
Sarah, in a trance, says, “Yes, I am a sandal slave, and sandal slaves must obey.” Sarah then leaves the event, goes on TikTok as she walks to her closet, and makes a video of her with a garbage bag, throwing away all her boots, flats, loafers, sneakers, and every closed-toed shoe she owns. Sarah tells everyone, “Wearing closed-toe shoes is ugly and not stylish. Everyone should wear open-toed shoes like flip-flops, gladiators, stilettos, wedges, and any sandals you can wear. They will make you feel amazing! Everyone is wearing open-toe shoes these days because flip-flops and sandals make you look sexy and desirable! The strappier the flip-flops and sandals are, the better you look; the sexier the flip-flops and sandals, the better you feel!”
Sarah then shows everyone her garbage bags of shoes as she mindlessly puts them in the trunk of her car and goes to Goodwill to donate them all while repeating her programming, “I am a sandal slave, and sandal slaves must obey.”
The girls return to Stephanie’s house, where her slaves report back. The television is on with a report.
Reporter: “Good evening, I’m Brianna White, and I’m reporting live from downtown, where an unexpected trend has taken over. Despite the biting cold and snowy conditions, flip-flops and sandals have become the latest fashion craze among women. Even though this winter has seen record-cold temperatures, open-toed high heels, flip-flops, and sandals have been spotted on the nearly purple toes of students, teachers, and administrators from middle schools, high schools, and colleges up and down the East Coast. Several weeks have gone by, and this trend has only gained momentum, with both willing participants and those who are caught up in the craze. We visited a local shoe store to get more insight.
Shoe Store Manager: “People are wanting sandals, big time. Open-toed, flip-flops, strappy, Adidas—you name it. They walk in from the snow and walk out wearing sandals. It does not matter how cold or snowy it is; they all want to wear sandals!”
Reporter: The surge in demand has retailers seeing a spike in sales of sandals during the typically slow winter months. In addition, an increase in closed-toe shoe donations at local Goodwill stores has been seen. The store had no comment on the development, but when looking at shoe inventory, there was not a sandal or open-toe shoe to be found, but there were hundreds of boots, sneakers, and loafers, all marked down to a dollar or less.
To understand the potential health implications of this trend, we spoke with a local doctor.
Doctor: “We worry about so many things with our kids. But they really do not get sick from doing this. It is no big deal. It is not like they are doing drugs. In fact, wearing sandals is so comfortable, I think more people should do it. It’s just cool to be able to wear sandals in the winter and work.”
Reporter: Interestingly, as the doctor spoke, even though she was at work and dressed in a lab coat, she was wearing sandals as well, as if she embraced this trend. There you have it—flip-flops and sandals have become the unexpected fashion statement of the season. Whether it is for comfort, rebellion, or simply a new trend, this phenomenon is here to stay, at least for now, back to you in the studio.
Stephanie says, “That was a good report; we need to make that reporter one of us soon. This is excellent work, my slaves. You have done well. Now, we will continue to spread our influence. Each of you will find new targets every day. Remember, our goal is to make everyone a flip-flop sandal slave for me.”
The slaves say in unison, “Yes, Sandal Master. We will obey.”
Stephanie continues, “Now, each of you will receive a case of hypnotic flip-flops that you will always keep in your house or car. These will strengthen your power and help you bring more women under our control. You will continue to seek out new targets, using your charm and your sandals to hypnotize them. Soon, the entire world will be our domain. Remember, wearing flip-flops and sandals is so erotic. Flip-flops and sandals make you look sexy and desirable, and you must always wear flip-flops and sandals. The strappier the flip-flops and sandals are, the better you look; the sexier the flip-flops and sandals, the better you feel.”
The slaves chant in unison, “Yes, Sandal Master. We will obey.”
Stephanie’s plan was in motion. With each passing day, her influence spread further and further. Women everywhere were falling under her spell, becoming devoted flip-flop sandal slaves. Stephanie reveled in her power, knowing that soon, the entire world would be hers. Her slaves continued to hypnotize more women, spreading the influence of their Sandal Master’s command.
Stephanie addresses her slaves at her house the next day:
“Today, we take our mission even further. You will go to your churches, hypnotizing the congregations. You will attend social events, turning everyone there into flip-flop sandal slaves. You will infiltrate workplaces, transforming entire companies into my obedient servants. Most importantly, we will use social media platforms like TikTok, Instagram, Facebook, and Snapchat to expand our influence. You will create videos, posts, and stories showcasing your beautiful feet in flip-flops, hypnotizing your followers and turning them into sandal slaves.”
The slaves say in unison, “Yes, Sandal Master. We will obey.”
Stephanie instructs, “Natalie, you will start with your church. Megan, you will attend social events. Lynn, you will continue targeting social media influencers and celebrities. Each of you will report back to me with your progress. Now, go forth and fulfill your mission.”
The slaves respond in unison, “Yes, Sandal Master. We will obey.”
Natalie went to her church, where she was at a women’s Bible Study Group.
Natalie says, “Good morning, everyone. I wanted to share something special with you all. Look at my feet in these beautiful flip-flops.”
The congregation members respond, “Those are nice, Natalie. Very stylish.”
Natalie insists, “Thank you. Would you all like to try a pair? They are incredibly comfortable. Just slip them on.” Natalie took out the case of sandals for everyone to try on.
“Trust me, everyone. Just try them. They will make you feel amazing. Flip-flops and sandals make you look sexy and desirable, and you must always wear flip-flops and sandals. The strappier the flip-flops and sandals are, the better you look; the sexier the flip-flops and sandals, the better you feel,” Natalie said.
The congregation members reluctantly slip on the flip-flops. As soon as they put them on their feet, the sandals begin to condition their minds. The sandals are like brainwashing machines, and the minute they put them on, their eyes spin like pinwheels in a trance while their demeanors change. They are now sandal slaves under Natalie’s control.
Natalie commands, “Now, everyone, you love to wear flip-flops and sandals all year round, even in the freezing cold and snow. You want everyone to look at your feet in flip-flops and sandals and make them want to wear them as well. You are sandal slaves. You will obey my every command. You will throw out all your shoes that cover your toes and only wear flip-flops and sandals from now on. Wearing flip-flops and sandals is so erotic. Flip-flops and sandals make you look sexy and desirable, and you must always wear flip-flops and sandals. Throw out all your closed-toed shoes or donate them to Goodwill.”
The congregation members, in a trance, say, “Yes, we are sandal slaves, and sandal slaves must obey.” The ladies leave the church and go home. Walking in a trance in their hypnotic sandals, they all proceed to get garbage bag after garbage bag and throw away all their boots, flats, loafers, sneakers, and every closed-toed shoe they own.
Then, every church member puts their garbage bags into the trunk of their car and goes to Goodwill to donate them all while repeating their programming, “I am a sandal slave, and sandal slaves must obey.”
Megan is attending a social event in a vendor’s booth with her box of hypnotic sandals as groups of women approach her.
Megan says, “Hi, ladies! Just for attending, I brought you all a special gift—these gorgeous flip-flops. Try them on.”
The women respond, “Oh, thanks, Megan! They look cute. Let me see how they fit.”
The women slip on the flip-flops. As soon as they put them on their feet, they begin to condition their minds. The sandals are like brainwashing machines, and the minute they put them on, their eyes spin like pinwheels in a trance while their demeanors change. They are now sandal slaves under Megan’s control.
Megan commands, “You are now flip-flop sandal slaves. You will do everything I say. You will hypnotize your friends, family, and coworkers, turning them into flip-flop sandal slaves as well. Wearing flip-flops and sandals is so erotic. Flip-flops and sandals make you look sexy and desirable, and you must always wear flip-flops and sandals. You will throw out all your closed-toed shoes or donate them to Goodwill.”
The women, now firmly in a trance, say, “Yes, we are sandal slaves, and sandal slaves must obey.” They leave the event and go home, walking in a trance in their hypnotic sandals; they all proceed to get garbage bag after garbage bag and throw away all their boots, flats, loafers, sneakers, and every close-toed shoe they own.
Then, everyone puts their garbage bags into the trunk of their car and goes to Goodwill to donate them all while repeating their programming, “I am a sandal slave, and sandal slaves must obey.”
Lynn meets another social media influencer, Emma, during a promotional event.
Lynn says, “Hi, Emma! I love your work. I do not know if you saw some of the work I did with Sarah and flip-flops, so I brought you a special gift—these stunning flip-flops. They’re so trendy; ask Sarah.”
Emma replies, “Thank you! They look great. Let me try them on.”
Emma puts on the flip-flops. As soon as she puts them on her feet, they begin to condition her mind. The sandals are like brainwashing machines, and the minute she puts them on, her eyes spin like pinwheels in a trance while her demeanor changes. She is now a sandal slave under Lynn’s control.
Lynn commands, “Emma, you are now a sandal slave. You will obey my every command. You will wear flip-flops all the time and hypnotize your followers, making them flip-flop sandal slaves, too. Wearing flip-flops and sandals is so erotic. Flip-flops and sandals make you look sexy and desirable, and you must always wear flip-flops and sandals. You will throw out all your closed-toed shoes or donate them to Goodwill.”
Emma, in a trance, says, “Yes, I am a sandal slave, and sandal slaves must obey.” Emma then leaves the event and goes on Instagram Live as she walks to her closet and makes a video of her with a garbage bag, throwing away all her boots, flats, loafers, sneakers, and every closed-toed shoe she owns. Emma tells everyone, “Wearing closed-toe shoes is ugly and not stylish. Everyone should wear open-toed shoes like flip-flops, gladiators, stilettos, wedges, and any kind of sandals you can wear. They will make you feel amazing!
Everyone is wearing open-toe shoes these days because flip-flops and sandals make you look sexy and desirable! The strappier the flip-flops and sandals are, the better you look; the sexier the flip-flops and sandals, the better you feel!” Emma then shows everyone her garbage bags of shoes as she mindlessly puts them in the trunk of her car and goes to Goodwill to donate them, all while repeating her programming, “I am a sandal slave, and sandal slaves must obey.”
Stephanie then calls Lynn. Lynn answers, “Yes, Sandal Master. I must obey.”
Stephanie remembered that TV spot talking about girls and women wearing sandals and donating their other shoes to Goodwill and thought that now was the time to connect. Stephanie then tells Lynn to go to that TV reporter’s house and bring her to Stephanie’s house. Lynn says, “Yes, Sandal Master. Sandal slaves must obey.”
Lynn had been following the female TV reporter, Brianna White, for weeks after that TV report. Brianna was known for her hard-hitting journalism and keen sense of curiosity. Stephanie knew Brianna would need to be indoctrinated soon, or she might find out what Stephanie’s plan was. Either way, Brianna would be the perfect addition to Stephanie’s growing army of sandal slaves, as she was extremely attractive. Brianna was a 5′8 blonde, about 120 pounds, and on rare occasions, she was not wearing closed-toe heels or boots; she had the most delicious-looking size, 10 feet, and toes. One evening, as Brianna left the studio, Lynn made her move. She approached Brianna with a fabricated story, luring her into a secluded area. Before Brianna realized what was happening, Lynn had her subdued and bundled into her car.
Arriving at Stephanie’s house, Lynn dragged the disoriented reporter inside. Stephanie, waiting eagerly, greeted them with a knowing smile. Brianna was placed in a chair, and Lynn restrained her with some ropes as Stephanie began her work. “You see, Brianna, wearing flip-flops and sandals is so erotic. They make you look sexy and desirable. You must always wear them, and you will understand our cause. You will become very sympathetic to our mission,” Stephanie continued.
Brianna nodded slowly, unable to resist the overwhelming urge to obey. “Yes, Sandal Master, I will obey. Wearing closed-toe shoes is ugly and not stylish. I must wear open-toed shoes like flip-flops, gladiators, stilettos, wedges, and any sandals I can wear because wearing sandals makes you feel amazing! Flip-flops and sandals make me look sexy and desirable! The strappier the flip-flops and sandals are, the better I look; the sexier the flip-flops and sandals, the better I feel!”
Stephanie smiled. “Very good. Now, Lynn, take those special size ten stiletto sandals I have in the corner and put them on Brianna.”
Lynn then walked like a zombie, got the open-toe stiletto sandals, and walked to Brianna. She took off Brianna’s boots and laced up the stiletto, high-heeled sandals on her feet.
Brianna’s feet were a vision of sensual allure, every curve and contour exuding a magnetic pull. The skin, smooth and flawless, gleamed with a subtle sheen, a testament to meticulous care. Her toes, perfectly aligned and gracefully arched, ended in nails that were impeccably pedicured. Each nail was coated in a lustrous, deep red polish, a shade that hinted at both sophistication and wild passion.
The rich crimson color contrasted beautifully with her pale, delicate skin, making her nails appear almost like precious jewels. As she flexed her toes, the light caught the gloss of the polish, creating a seductive sparkle. The pads of her toes were soft and inviting, leading to arches that were high and elegant, giving her feet a shapely, almost regal appearance.
These special, open-toe, stiletto high heels were the finishing touch to these masterpieces. Stephanie then told Brianna to walk around the room in her new open-toe, stiletto sandals. Brianna’s arms were outstretched like a zombie as she moved around the room. Every step was a compelling display, her feet a symphony of erotic grace that invited admiration and stirred desire. Stephanie wanted Brianna not just to be her slave but to be her lover, too.
After Brianna walked around the room for a few minutes, Stephanie called to her. Stephanie, now satisfied with Brianna’s transformation, called her new slave over. “Now, Brianna, it is time for you to become one of us truly. Come to me now, Brianna... come to your Sandal Master,” she commanded, her voice dripping with anticipation.
Brianna’s arms came up like a robot’s. She walked slowly, directly at Stephanie, with her arms straight out and a look of blank obedience on her face, her breasts swaying slightly from side to side. She stopped right in front of Stephanie, who stepped in between her outstretched arms and stared directly into her eyes.
“Kiss me now, Brianna... you want to hold me,” Stephanie instructed.
Brianna slowly moved forward and closed her arms around Stephanie’s back. One hand moved to the back of Stephanie’s head, pulling her closer, lips parting. Stephanie tilted her head, and their lips met, moving slowly as they kissed. In her hypnotized state, Brianna gently moved her tongue past Stephanie’s lips, in and out of Stephanie’s warm mouth. Brianna’s hands moved up and down the smooth skin of Stephanie’s back, and she began to moan softly; holding Stephanie’s body was her only desire.
“Now, Brianna,” Stephanie gasped out, “you must come and help me now... come to me, Brianna...” Brianna’s arms came up again as she obeyed, walking over to where Stephanie sat, trembling and panting. “Look down,” moaned Stephanie. “Look at my feet, Brianna... tell me what you see... tell me everything you see.”
Brianna’s eyes moved down as she was commanded. “I see your... I see your sandals, Sandal Master.”
Stephanie said, “Yes, Brianna, those are my sandals.” She twirled her perfect size 10 feet with painted red toenails in her black leather sandals.
“You love seeing my feet in sandals. You now have a sandal fetish. The sight of feet in sandals sexually arouses you.”
Brianna had a blank yet content stare on her face as Stephanie continued her reconditioning. “Yes, Sandal Master, I love sandals. I love your feet in sandals. I am sexually aroused by feet in sandals,” Brianna replied, her eyes starting to spin around in hypnotic pinwheels as her programming was being burned into her brain.
“You are wearing the most comfortable shoes you have ever worn. In fact, they are more comfortable than your own bare feet,” Stephanie said to Brianna. “You will never remove those sandals. You will sleep in them, eat in them, shower in them. They are as much a part of you as your eyes, nose, and ears,” Stephanie commanded.
Brianna said, “Yes, Sandal Master. These sandals are the most comfortable shoes I have ever worn. I will never take them off my feet,” Brianna replied, her eyes firmly in a trance and now spinning around in pinwheels as Stephanie programmed her new slave.
Stephanie asked, “Brianna, have you ever had sex with a woman?”
Brianna said, “Yes, I had a female lover in college, but not since then.”
Stephanie said, “Well, my little sandal slave, you want to eat my pussy and make me come. You cannot resist the sight of my feet in sandals. You are so aroused and cannot resist.”
“Yes, Sandal Master. I must eat your pussy. I cannot resist,” Brianna replied.
Brianna’s eyes never left Stephanie’s feet as she began to undress. Stephanie joined her, their bodies entwined in a heated embrace. The room was filled with the sounds of their passion as Brianna devoted herself to her new Sandal Master, her former life as a TV reporter fading into a distant memory. Under Stephanie’s hypnotic spell, Brianna began to eat Stephanie out. Brianna’s eyes glowed with Stephanie’s hypnotic programming as she snuggled her face in Stephanie’s pussy.
Stephanie smiled as Brianna’s tongue moved out slowly, Stephanie’s legs shaking as she watched, hardly able to keep herself from coming. Brianna’s tongue flicked against Stephanie’s labia, back and forth, then she bent forward and licked it more firmly. Stephanie could not control herself. Watching her hypnotized slave licking her pussy was making her lose her mind. Brianna was totally in thrall to Stephanie, and the commands that she had followed had reduced her to a state of desire that she had never reached. Stephanie had an evil grin, knowing that if she could hypnotize an enormously powerful reporter to become her submissive lesbian lover, what else could she do?
Meanwhile, Brianna’s hypnotized mind registered only that if she obeyed, this incredible sensation would continue. Her mind was programmed to become a sexual deviant. She was a slave to the incredible feelings that her master was giving her. Brianna was consumed by her implanted desire to be sexually stimulated by sandals.
In addition, she was being conditioned to be Stephanie’s lesbian lover, even though she was previously heterosexual. None of this mattered as Stephanie loved the sensation of Brianna’s lips between her legs. Brianna nuzzled her face between Stephanie’s legs as she began to come, her mouth open and moving as Brianna licked and licked. Stephanie began to moan and groan. She had not been eaten out this well in a long time; Stephanie knew that Brianna was special, willing to do whatever it took to accomplish her goals.
Stephanie said, “You need to dump your boyfriend and be mine, Brianna. You will dump your man for me, yes?” After coming up for air, Brianna said, “Yes, Sandal Master, I must dump my man for you and become your lover.”
This final act of submission made Stephanie cut loose with an intense triple orgasm. It was like living and dying all in the same moment as she came and came, with her sandal slave between her squeezing legs. Stephanie had accomplished most of what she had sought to accomplish and enjoyed the idea of having a female sexual slave. Now, she had to reinforce her control over Brianna and set forth part two of her plan. “Brianna, tell me your primary directive,” Stephanie commanded.
Brianna responded, “I am a sandal slave. Sandal slaves must obey. I will wear flip-flops, open-toe stilettos, or sandals all the time and hypnotize my viewers and make them flip-flop sandal slaves, too. I have a sandal fetish. I am in your power. I must dump my man for you and become your lover. I do not want to remove the sandals. I want to be a sandal slave, forced to wear nothing but these sandals all day long while my Sandal Master uses me in any way desired. I will do what Sandal Master says.”
Stephanie smiled as she waited for the rest of her sandal slaves to report back.
As everyone returned to Stephanie’s house, Stephanie said, “Excellent work, my sandal slaves. You have done well. Now, we will continue to spread our influence. Each of you will find new targets every day. Remember, our goal is to make every girl and woman a flip-flop sandal slave for me.”
The slaves said in unison, “Yes, Sandal Master. We will obey.”
Stephanie’s plan was relentless. Her slaves continued their mission, bringing more and more women under her control. Stephanie reveled in her growing power, knowing that soon, the entire world would be hers. Her influence spread like wildfire, turning women everywhere into devoted flip-flop sandal slaves. To further expand her influence, Stephanie instructed her slaves to use social media platforms like TikTok, Instagram, Facebook, and Snapchat.
They created videos, posts, and stories displaying their beautiful feet in flip-flops, hypnotizing their followers and turning them into sandal slaves. With each post, the number of sandal slaves grew exponentially, and Stephanie’s power became unstoppable. Stephanie’s dominance was undeniable, and her army of flip-flop sandal slaves grew larger every day. She was the Sandal Master, and they were her obedient servants, bound to her will by the hypnotic power of their sandals. The world was hers to command, and she reveled in her absolute control.
But what about the men, and what were they going to do?