It was currently midday on a Saturday afternoon and the town center was bustling with life. Parents were on shopping trips with their families, groups of friends stood gossipping about their lives and the elderly relaxed on benches appreciating the clear sky. These were all completely common things to be doing with your weekend.

Meanwhile, I was browsing the aisles of a pharmacy searching for nail polish. The sheer number of strange looks I received was beyond counting, but it was only expected considering I was here on my own. Any strangers who saw me must have assumed I was buying it for myself, which wouldn’t have been further from the truth.

Then again, there was some slight truth to it. Whilst I was going to be the one using the nail polish, I would be the one getting a taste of it when Katie placed her newly painted toes between my lips. Just the thought made my dick twitch with anticipation, my will too weak to suppress my imagination.

To top it all off, I was buying the polish with my own money. It certainly wasn’t the first time I had bought something for Katie. I had bought her gifts in the past, but this time it was different. It almost felt like she expected me to buy it for her, only proven by the fact I had offered without any encouragement from her. Just the prospect of her feet becoming even more attractive than they already were was enough of an incentive.

I spent ten whole minutes looking at the different options on the shelves. She didn’t mind which color I chose as, being completely new to the concept, she had no idea what it would look like. I couldn’t help but picture her in each color I found, ranging from pitch black to a pure white. A black would fit her newfound desire for control whilst white would fit her natural innocence and curiosity.

“Hmm…” I thought to myself, my gaze landing on a small bottle of red polish.

Red was the classic choice of color. It represented desire, something which the sight of her feet already produced. There couldn’t have been a more fitting choice. The bottle was expensive, coming out at a whole $30, but it was more than worth it. I was sure Katie would feel like a princess when I told her how much I had spent on her nail polish alone.

Later that evening, I arrived at her house with the nail polish in hand. Her parents thought nothing of it considering we had been friends for such a long time, meaning I could simply walk in with no suspicion.

“You actually bought some?” Katie asked, seeming surprised I had actually gone along with it. I sat down on the floor of her bedroom as I reached into my pocket, pulling out the red varnish so she could see it.

“You thought I wouldn’t?” I replied, sounding almost insulted.

“No, I knew you would,” she flashed a teasing grin as she sat on her bed, legs crossed. She was wearing the same outfit as the sleepover, meaning her bare legs were on full display, “I just never thought I’d get to see a guy paint my nails, let alone you.”

My heart almost stopped. All this time I had assumed she’d be painting her own nails. The idea that she’d let me do it was just a fantasy, but it must have been what she wanted.

“Wait, you want me to paint your nails for you?” I asked with surprise.

She giggled, her socked foot bouncing in the air as she did so.

“Duh. You’re my servant.”

I absolutely loved that she had started calling me that. The fact she was comfortable enough to say such a thing proved our friendship, but it also put our new dynamic on full display. The moment her feet were brought into the equation, I transformed from her friend into her devoted foot slave.

“Come on, servant,” she ordered teasingly, her foot bobbing impatiently, “Take my sock off for me.”

Of course I obeyed, sliding along the floor until I reached the foot of her bed. If I looked up, our eyes would meet. I wondered how long I’d be able to maintain eye contact when I was beneath her like this, but I didn’t have the courage to find out. Instead, my eyes locked on her foot as it hung teasingly.

Even though I’d removed her sock several times now, the trepidation still made my heart pound. The feeling of the cotton on my fingers; the way the skin of her foot was slowly revealed like it was a christmas present being unwrapped. It only made sense that it felt that way. Katie’s feet were a gift to the world.

Her foot now free of its restraints, she flexed her toes. I watched intently, lust already bubbling up within me. Even though I had yet to paint her nails, her foot already looked prettier than it had done previously. Each and every one of her nails was trimmed to perfection, forming into smooth arcs that traced the edges of her toes. It was clear from the effort she was putting in that she wanted me wrapped tight around her finger.

“Impressed?” she asked, giggling at my silence. I nodded, delicately taking hold of her foot with one hand, “If you thought they were perfect before, imagine how they’ll look when you’re done painting them.”

I had already done exactly that. The thought of her toes in my mouth, her confident gaze looking down on me as the taste of nail polish sits on my tongue-

“Maybe you won’t be the only one obsessed with them.”

I froze in place, heart pounding. She had actually considered the idea of other people becoming infatuated with her feet just as I had. Besides, if one guy fell for them why wouldn’t more?

“Would you like that?” She brought her bare foot forward and tapped my lips with her big toe. “I am starting to see the appeal of them.”

Katie lifted her foot up to the bed and delicately brushed her hand along its surface, as if inspecting it. Compared to when she had first revealed her feet to me, her confidence was overwhelming. Her words and actions were making my imagination run wild, picturing her in scenarios where her feet commanded the attention of all those around her. It’d be completely effortless for her to walk into school and throw her freshly pedicured feet up onto the desk, watching with a smug grin as the entire room falls into a trance.

“I-I’d like that,” I stuttered.

“Better get to it then.” She swung her foot down from the bed so that it was once again at eye level with me.

I gulped, taking hold of the nail polish. With the brush in my other hand, I carefully unscrewed the lid and placed it on the floor. Its scent was strong but that didn’t deter me. After dipping the brush into the coloured polish, I placed the bottle aside and took hold of her foot. Only her patient, steady breathing was audible as I brought the brush up to her toes.

Slowly and methodically, I moved the brush along the nail of her pinkie toe. It was now coated in red varnish, shining in the light of her bedroom.

“Now the next one,” she giggled, obviously enjoying it.

As I moved the brush over to the second toe, I couldn’t help but wonder what she was feeling. It must have been strange having your childhood friend paint your toenails, but the suggestion of power was too strong to resist.

After carefully applying the polish to her ring toe, I moved onto the next. I repeated the process all the way along her foot until I came to her big toe. This one required multiple brushing motions, slowly covering the nail in the glistening red paint. All the while I did so, Katie was staring down at my work. She wasn’t looking at me, rather she was appreciating the increasing beauty of her own feet. At this point, she completely understood my desire to worship them.

Now that I had finished, she raised her foot slightly. Her eyes squinted as she traced a hand along her bare ankle, examining my handiwork. I could tell from her expression that she wasn’t used to seeing such beauty in her own feet.

“Well? What do you think?” I asked.

“I think…” She paused, lowering her foot back down to me. It was right in front of my face, the scent of her newly applied polish invading my nostrils, “You should dry them for me.”

“Should I go find your hairdryer or-”

“Blow them dry.”

I immediately began to blow on her toes, my breath slowly beginning to dry the varnish. She’d wiggle her toes every so often, never failing to make my heart beat a little faster. With feet like these, Katie could do anything she wanted to me and I wouldn’t have complained. I kept blowing, her satisfied gaze boring into me all the while.

“Okay, that’s enough.” Suddenly, she brought her big toe up to my lips. She didn’t even bother checking whether it was actually dry. “Kiss it.”

I didn’t speak, I simply obeyed, My lips puckered as I laid a kiss on her big toe, the edge of her nail pushing against me. It was hard to tell whether or not the polish had fully dried, but she didn’t seem to care either way. All she seemed to care about right now was how perfect her feet looked and how badly she wanted them to be worshiped.

Her toe tapped against my lip much like it had done a few nights prior. I knew exactly what it meant, parting my lips to grant her entry. Her big toe plunged into my mouth, the red polish sliding smoothly against my top lip. It had dried, giving her toenail a slickness it didn’t have previously.

“Mmm… I still can’t believe this,” she sighed as I began to suck, putting her weight on her hands behind her.

She didn’t seem as lost in the pleasure this time, instead focused completely on the sight before her. Now she could properly appreciate the sight of me on my knees with her foot in my mouth. It was definitely a sight to behold, one that made her feel powerful beyond words. We had grown up together as equals, but she had come out on top.

“Just look at you, Sam.” She paused for a moment, expecting me to meet her gaze. I didn’t have the courage, already feeling weak in her presence. Making eye contact with her would have broken me completely. “I really am better than you, aren’t I?”

I didn’t answer, not that I even needed to. It wasn’t even a question; it was more of a statement. She already knew she was better than me. The next few minutes were spent revelling in that fact, watching me with her freshly painted toes in my mouth.

Her eyes caught the bottle of red polish. “Hey, how much was the nail polish anyway?”

I temporarily removed her toes from my mouth, her red nail shining with saliva. “$30.”

“Wow. You spent that much just to make my toes look pretty?”

“Yeah, it wasn’t that mu-”

I was interrupted by her sliding her toe back into my mouth. Immediately, I shut up and began sucking. All she wanted to hear was my confirmation; she didn’t care about the details.

“God, imagine what else I could get,” she murmured. It was barely audible to me, but I definitely heard her say it. Her mind was racing with the implications of me being willing to spend money on her appearance.

For a few minutes she simply stared at the wall, her toes curling in my mouth. I took the opportunity to glance up at her. She’d never looked as perfect as she did right now. From my perspective on the floor, I got a view of her long slender leg as the light illuminated her peachy skin. Her denim short accentuated the hips in her seated position, whilst her baggy hoodie left the remainder to the imagination.

My admiration of her was cut short however, as she suddenly looked back down at me. Without a word, she grabbed her phone from beside her. I saw her scroll quickly, followed by her fingers quickly typing out a phrase. Eventually she turned the phone and pointed the screen down at me.

“Would you maybe buy me this?”

On the screen was the Amazon page for a toe ring crafted from pure platinum. The ring itself coiled around in a spring pattern before forming a heart at the top. Already I imagined Katie wearing the ring, feeling the cold material against my mouth as she looked down on me.

“But… It’s $70.” I murmured weakly, mustering the small amount of willpower I had left.

“Yeah, but,” Katie grinned, moving her freshly painted toes directly in front of my eyes, “Imagine how good it would look.”

Her words broke me. I took her phone in my hands and began entering my bank details. As I typed, I could hear her breath quicken. In that moment Katie knew what real power was, and she had it. She always had it, but she had foolishly kept it hidden under a pair of socks for her entire life.

Not anymore.

Katie was loving this more than anything she had ever experienced. She wanted more of it; it excited her. Her hand was resting on her plump thigh, squeezing with every digit I entered. I knew that once I authorised this payment, our relationship would change completely. 

I didn’t care. Katie deserved this.

I pressed the button to purchase the ring and handed the phone back up to her.

“You… You actually bought it for me?” Katie asked, seemingly in shock that she had made me do that. Her hand was trailing up her thigh, nearing the edge of her shorts.

“Yeah, you were right. It would look good on you.”

Katie fell silent for a moment.

“Oh, god. Shut up, don’t talk anymore.” She shoved her toes back into my mouth as she fell backward on my bed. Her hand slid under the waistline of her shorts as she began to pleasure herself right in front of me.

I closed my eyes and sucked, relishing her soft moans as she bathed in her newfound power over me. She practically owned me at this point, that was simply a fact now. Nearly $100 of my own money was spent on making her feet look pretty. I can’t even imagine how good that must have felt.

“Fuck, Sam.” she moaned, her hand slowly moving beneath her shorts, “It should’ve always been like this.”

Our relationship had changed entirely. The fact she was pleasuring herself in front of me was proof of that. All I had become was a tool she could use to improve herself. I had been her friend since childhood, yet a single glance at her bare feet had essentially driven me into willing servitude to her.

“If I can do this to you,” her hips rocked against her hand, “Imagine if I did it to other people.”

I felt my heart skip a beat. She mentioned this earlier but I didn’t realise she was actually serious. I so badly wanted to open my mouth and boost her ego; I wanted to tell her that any guy she wanted would fall down and lick her feet clean. Instead, I kept my head bowed, her toes curling against the roof of my mouth.

I’d been brainwashed by her feet and toes. Originally I wanted Katie to be my girlfriend, my fantasies having her feet be exclusively worshipped by me. After hearing her moans however, my mind had been changed. With every second that passed, Katie and her feet only seemed more perfect. 

She deserved to have anyone she wanted worshipping her feet. Seeing her come to this realization felt like I was in the presence of a goddess who was realizing her own potential.

“Fuck, I could really do it, couldn’t I?” she asked herself, lost in her own fantasies, “I could make anyone suck my fucking toes.”

The concept was so hot. My childhood friend getting everything she could ever want, everything she deserved, simply by showing off her divine feet. It was how it was meant to be, how it would be once her toe ring finally arrived.