Professional Footjob Mare
Ms. Harshwhinny opened her eyes with a massive headache, the last few hours of her life were nothing but a blur to her. She shook her head, trying to find out where she was. Her eyes briefly widened in surprise when she found she couldn’t move. She had been stripped of her usual business attire, left practically nude. A collar and ball gag hung around her neck, just above the leather device that had been wrapped around her breasts. Her arms were bound behind her head, her forearms locked in cuffs with two chains each attached to winches above her. Her feet were propped up on a podium of some sorts, soles facing each other. It was a curious mechanism that kept her feet in place, her seat, ankles, and forearms had comfortable padding, but there was also a cushion between her feet. It seemed to be useless, seeing how her feet were hovering over the metal base. The small room she had been trapped in was dimly lit and devoid of any windows or other furniture.
“Ah, you finally woke up!” a voice suddenly echoed.
Ms. Harshwhinny squinted her eyes, looking around for whoever was in the room with her. She saw a figure standing on the other side of the room, but she couldn’t get a clear enough grasp on their physical appearance. She could, however, tell the voice was definitely male.
“Nice to see you’re awake. Let’s get your first day of training started,” the voice said in a casual tone, the speaker still kept out of focus from Harshwhinny’s sight.
Harshwhinny didn’t respond, her frown only growing bigger as she glared at her assumed captor.
The figure adjusted the lights, revealing the pony behind the voice. A very light-gray pegasus wearing a white v-neck and jeans, a pen placed between his ear and brushed back light-blue mane. “Hello, Ms. Harshwhinny, my name is Dreamy Daze, and I’ll be the one that’s training you.”
“...Training me for what?” she asked, more annoyed than afraid.
“Well,” he said, looking at the engraved plaque on the front of the podium, “...you’re going to be a professional footjob mare.”
“...You can’t be serious. You must be joking, Mr. Daze.” she said flatly.
“This is no joke. I’ve been tasked with turning you into a professional footjob mare, and I don’t intend to fail.” The pegasus began to undo his pants, sliding them down with his underwear to reveal his throbbing dark-gray cock. “Now, let me see what you can do,” he said, the corner of his mouth turning up ever so slightly as he approached Harshwhinny, ready to insert his member between her soles.
“Oh, I don’t think so,” she scoffed, looking down in disgust as her feet turned to avoid contact with his cock.
”Heh, you’re quite the tease...But if that’s how it’s going to be, then let’s start with some conditioning.” he said, stroking his chin.
“If you think that you are going to condition me to use my feet to pleasure that cock of yours, then you are sorely mistaken,” Harshwhinny said with a huff. “I would never provide any sort of sexual pleasure to someone who hardly looks professional or dignified. I mean, look at your mane, do you care nothing for your appearance?”
Dreamy looked up, running his hand through his mane, a curled lock falling in front of his forehead. “Hm...I suppose there are some guys that wouldn’t mind being talked to like that, but, hm...” he leaned forward, grabbing onto Harshwhinny’s toes.
“Unhand me, you pervert!” she shouted, trying to break free of his grip.
Dreamy said nothing, taking his index finger and sliding it up her arch.
Harshwhinny protests paused, her toes starting to twitch. She bit her lip, her cheeks starting to flush red.
Dreamy looked up, intrigued by Harshwhinny’s reaction. With two fingers, he began to stroke down her sole repeatedly.
The mare started to shake, looking away as she grit her teeth, trying to keep her frown.
“Interesting…” Dreamy mused, letting go of her toes as he turned around, walking out the room, leaving Harshwhinny alone.
“Of all the undignified-This is absurd!” she muttered to herself, “Professional footjob mare...hmmph! Who does that stallion think he is, whipping out his penis like some sort of barbarian, and expecting me to just service him with my feet...When I get out of this, I’m going to grab him by his messy hair and-”
Harshwhinny’s rant was quickly shut off when the door opened again, and Dreamy returned, hiding something behind his back. He dropped some of the items in front of her, hidden from her view. He placed the first item by her feet, five elliptical rings of increasing size. Dreamy started to bring Harshwhinny’s toes together, humming to himself as he began slipping the rings on her toes, binding them together big toe to big toe, pinky to pinky.
“What...what are you doing?”
“Conditioning,” Dreamy stated as he slipped the last ring on.
“H-Hey! That’s cheating!” she protested, trying to separate her toes.
”Cheating?” Dreamy raised an eyebrow, seemingly offended by the insinuation, “This isn’t a game. Besides, think of it as...an assisting tool.”
“Mr. Daze, t-this is a ridiculous endeavor! No amount of ‘training’ or ‘conditioning’ will ever make me submit to your disgusting demands. I refuse to be a footjob mare, and I demand that you release me this instant!” She shouted, clenching her fists as she bounced in her seat.
Dreamy stared at Harshwhinny while she yelled, appearing to be listening intently. After a moment of silence, he leaned down, grabbing something else. “Hm, I see...Ms. Harshwhinny, your soles are absolutely beautiful, just like the rest of your gorgeous body, and I think you can become a fine professional footjob mare.” He popped back up, holding something behind his back again. “I think you just need to find the right motivation.” He revealed what he was holding in his right hand: a bottle filled with translucent liquid.
”Tch, what’s that? Another means to cheat?” she said with a cocky smirk.
“Oh, you’ll figure it out in a moment…” he said, slowly tipping it over, letting the mysterious liquid drip onto her toes.
Harshwhinny let out a confident chuckle, her defiance rising. The liquid sliding down her feet was a slight discomfort, but she could manage. But as Dreamy continued to drip the liquid on her toes, her confidence started to waver. Her smile started to fade, her toes started to twitch, and her heart started to pound. “A-aah! W-what’s it doing? What are you putting on my feet?”
“Oh, this? Let’s see here…’Sensitivity Lotion. Warning: Use only in small doses. Prolonged use results in hypersensitivity’. hm...” Dreamy read aloud, making sure that Harshwhinny could hear. With a shrug, he tipped the bottle further, letting the liquid spill onto her feet.
As more of the lotion dripped down her soles, Harshwhinny started to squirm, her soles started to tingle. She tried to move her feet, but the sensations only grew stronger. “W-wait! Stop! It tingles and itches!”
“No can do, my dear. All part of your training. Speaking of…” With his other hand, Dreamy brought up what he was holding in his other hand: a large, fuzzy spinning roller slowly approaching her soles. “Meet your motivation.”
Before the roller made contact, he slipped on some gloves, rubbing his fingers against her feet. Slathering it across her soles and between her toes to make sure that it was evenly applied. “There we go, much better. Now, time for the conditioning,” he said with a sinister smile as the spinning roller was inserted between her feet, the fuzzy surface slowly spinning against her soles.
Harshwhinny grit her teeth, unwillingly grinning as the fuzzy roller brushed against her feet, unable to move away. She shut her eyes tight, tears starting to form at the corners as her blush only grew in intensity and size. “GAH! S-Stop it!”
“I could, but where’s the fun in that?” He chuckled, pouring the rest of the bottle onto her shaking toes, letting the spinning brush spread it out.
Harshwhinny shuddered, shaking her her bonds, the chains rattling as she tugged on them. She struggled not to burst out laughing, but with the sensitivity lotion being spread across her soles by the roller, each rotation tickled more and more.
Dreamy watched in delight, revelling in her torment. “You’re quite the resilient mare, Ms. Harshwhinny. While I admire that, I’d love to hear that laugh you’ve been hiding for so long. I bet that it’s absolutely adorable. Don’t you want to let that laughter out? Maybe if I speed this thing up, making it tickle tickle tickle more…” In a few seconds, the spinning started to increase, along with the ticklish sensations.
Harshwhinny’s ears flicked, the verbal teasing slowly chipping away at her resolve. But she could only hold out so long, despite being told the spinning would speed up, it did nothing to prepare her for the intensified sensations. She finally broke out in laughter, thrashing in her seat. “S-stooohohop! Aaahahahaha!”
“Ah, there’s the laughter I was looking for!” Dreamy said, clapping as he dropped the bottle on the floor. “Just as I thought, absolutely adorable!”
“P-Plehehehease! Stop it nohohohow!” she begged, her laughter slowly but surely increasing in volume.
“Oh, I’ll stop, as soon as you say ‘I’ll be your professional footjob mare’ for me,” Dreamy chuckled, twirling the empty bottle on his finger. “Of course, I’ll expect you to actually be my professional footjob mare. There are more bottles where this came from, after all.”
“Ahahahaha! N-never!”
“Have it your way, I can always speed it up again…” Dreamy shrugged, increasing the rotation speed once more.
“EEEHEHE! Mercieeehehehehe! P-Please! Hahahaha!” she begged, tears flowing down her cheeks. Her feet shook violently, no matter how hard she tried, her toes would not separate, keeping her soles stuck in a ticklish torment.
“I’d love to, my dear, all you need to do is say those magic words,” Dreamy said. He considered upping the speed once more, but decided to wait for her response.
Harshwhinny squealed, the tickling was absolutely unbearable, and there was no sign of mercy to be found. Despite how disgusting his demands were, she had to give in, if only to get just a second of relief. “Ok! Ok! I-I’ll b-beheeheehee your p-profaaahaha!”
“Hm? What’d you say? I didn’t quite catch that.”
Ms. Harshwhinny started to sweat, it was hard enough forcing herself to say that phrase, it was even harder to be able to say it without exploding in laughter. “Nnngh! I’ll be y-your proffesionahahahal fffaaahahahahehe!”
“I’m afraid I don’t understand what you’re saying, did you want me to tickle you more?”
“NOOO! I-I’ll BE Y-YAHAHAHAHA!” She laughed helplessly, sweat starting to drip down her body. The lotion’s effects started to set in, the tickling she previously called unbearable paled in comparison to the sensations she felt now.
“Are you sure? There’s a lot more of your body to tease and torture, after all,” Dreamy grinned, brandishing two paint brushes, the bristles lightly teasing her oily heels.
“I-I’LL BEEEE! I’LL BE Y-YOUR HAHAHAHA!” Harshwhinny squealed, trying to thrash around in her bonds, only succeeding in making the chains rattle. Her soles only increased in ticklishness as they were pressed against the roller, dripping lotion on the cushion between her feet. The paint brushes added another sensation for her to suffer through as she tried to give into Dreamy’s demands.
“Hm...I think I missed a few spots. Let me take care of that for you, dear,” he murmured, leaning in. The brush in his left hand started running across the top of her feet, making sure that they were also coated with the devious lotion. With his right hand, he slid the brush against her bound toes, stray bristles sneaking their way between her toes.
Harshwhinny tried and tried again to say that damned phrase. Even the light brushing against the top of her feet would make her squeal if it was the only sensation she could feel. If only she was that lucky. To Harshwhinny, it felt like hours had passed, and she feared what would happen to her poor feet if she couldn’t say what she needed to right now.
“I’LL BE YOUR PROFESSIONAL FOOTJOB MARE! GAHAHAHAHA! PLEEEAAASE, MR. DAZE!” She sputtered out, before losing herself in hysterics once more.
Just as quickly as her torment had started, it has stopped. The roller slowed to a complete halt as he retracted the brushes. “Shame, I would’ve loved listening to your lovely laugh a bit more. Oh well, progress is progress.”
Harshwhinny leaned her head back, still sweating, drooling, and crying, focused on catching her breath. A few stray laughs escaped her lips as her body went as limp as it could, only tensing up in discomfort as the roller was removed from her soles. She let out a small whimper as she slowly breathed in and out.
Putting down the brushes, Dreamy picked up a towel, wrapping it around his neck before quickly pulling off the toe bindings.
Even though it gave her a strong tingling sensation, the first thing Harshwhinny did was wiggle her toes as soon as they were free, letting out a low sigh of relief.
Once the rings were put away, Dreamy grabbed the towel, wrapping it around her right foot. He gently pressed his fingers against various part of her foot, holding them there for a few seconds before pressing into another spot.
Harshwhinny tensed up when she saw Dreamy approach her with the towel; with her mind so fuzzy, she was unsure of what he was doing. She winced when the towel was wrapped around her foot, anticipating more tickling, instead, she was surprised by his gentle touch. He was slow, delicate, like he was a different stallion from the one that reveled in torturing her. Of course, her sensitive soles being touched gave her goosebumps, but it was far better than what she expected. “Nnn...M-Mr. Daze…”
Dreamy didn’t respond. When he removed the towel, Harshwhinny’s foot was no longer wet with lotion, instead shining and blushing red from the roller’s abuse. He gave the same treatment to her other foot, making it look the same. He planted a kiss on her soles, before kissing each individual toe. Taking out another towel, Dreamy walked around the podium, wiping off the sweat, tears, and drool from Harshwhinny’s face, giving her a kiss on her blushing cheeks before wiping off the rest of her taking especially delicate care when wiping off her breasts.
Despite being cleaned, Harshwhinny continued to sweat and cry. She wanted to shout at him for the kiss, but she was too exhausted to muster up the energy. She was thankful that he was at least being gentle. She hung her head down, her toes throbbing from the previous stimulation.
After Dreamy wiped most of the sweat from her body, he stepped back in front of the podium, putting down the towel. “There we go, all cleaned up. That oil soaked in real good!”
“Hah...hah...it...it’s so sensitive…” she panted, her feet still twitching.
“...And it’ll stay that way for weeks, sweetie,” he said with a wink.
“W-Weeks? B-but...I…” Harshwhinny trailed off, too exhausted to even complain.
“Mmhm, maybe a couple of months. Depends, really,” he chuckled, grabbing onto her foot, slowly running his thumb up her arch.
Harshwhinny let out a gasp, her toes spreading out. Such gentle touch making her jolt.
“Now...how about we try again?” he asked, presenting his erection to her feet once more.
Ms. Harshwhinny let out a high-pitched whine, trying to keep her feet in position. She wanted to turn her feet away, but was too fearful of the consequences. Her feet continued to throb, she couldn’t imagine what a second bottle of lotion would do, and she didn’t try to.
”Now, let’s see if you’re willing to cooperate this time…” he muttered, his cock slowly approaching her blushing soles.
With a begrudging whimper, she gripped onto the veiny cock with her toes, the simple contact making her jolt due to how sensitive her feet had become. She had instinctively tensed her body, making her toes squeeze onto Dreamy further.
“Haah…oh yeah...that’s the stuff...” Dreamy exhaled sharply, his shaft throbbing against her toes.
Harshwhinny winced. What she was doing was disgusting, being reduced to a simple sex object. But even touching anything with her feet made her squirm, making her move her feet up and down his shaft, causing more hypersensitive sensations, which made her feet stroke in a vicious cycle.
Dreamy started to close his eyes, letting out a low growl, only a few minutes of conditioning and she was already doing what he wanted. She had a lovely body, a beautiful laugh, and those toes gently squeezing his dick sent a chill down his spine. “Mmmff! Nice squeezes on those toes...unf!” he grinned, his breathing starting to become heavier.
Harshwhinny grit her teeth, whining as she ran her feet up and down his dick, her sensitive feet making her squirm with each stroke.
Dreamy started to drool, clenching his fists as he started to thrust between her toes, letting out low growls.
Harshwhinny’s breath started get heavier, blinking as she felt Dreamy thrust. The sensations that made her shudder started to feel...erotic. It was a confusing feeling, each stroke making her nethers tingle. She still thought her situation was abhorrent, yet she felt compelled to keep going.
“Nnngh...you’re a natural, Whinny…” he muttered, biting his lower lip.
Slowly, but surely, Harshwhinny started to get more into her role, the pleasuring sensations too much for her to handle. She started to shiver, rubbing her bare sole against Dreamy’s dick, starting to moan herself.
Dreamy let out a loud moan, his cheeks turning red as his toes curled. “Ohhh...fuck yeah...that’s the stuff…”
Harshwhinny’s left foot started to caress Dreamy’s cock, her sole rubbing against the length of his shaft. Her right foot began to stroke it between her toes, “Ah! Oh my Celestia!” she gasped, her big toes rubbing against his cockhead, pre leaking out.
”Nngh...Just a little fucking more! I-I’m gonna!” Dreamy said, trying to hold out as long as possible, Harshwhinny’s footwork pushing him closer and closer to the edge. He wanted to keep her servicing him, stroking his dick with those sensitive toes of hers.
“Y-Yes Mr. Daze!” she said, now enthusiastically pumping his cock with her soles, shivering in delight. The throbbing cock against her feet making her nethers wet.
“Nnnf...Fuck!” Dreamy reached his climax, throwing his head back as he came, his cum shooting out onto Harshwhinny’s chest and belly.
“Ooh, F-fuck me! It feels so good!” she moaned as she squeezed his shaft with her soles.
“Mmmff...ah...hah...good pet…” He panted, wiping his forehead, pulling himself back. “Nnf...that was fucking...mmph, hold on.” Dreamy grabbed onto his cock, giving it a few more pumps before shooting another load onto her soles.
“Ouuh...is that all?” she asked in a daze, her toes starting to spread out, the cum starting to drip down her feet, making her toes twitch.
“Honey, we’re just getting started,” Dreamy said, still fully erect.
“I-I’d love some more, Master Daze…” she said, those words just felt so natural to say. The sensations she got when she was servicing him...She would do anything to keep experiencing them.
“More, hm?” He stroked his chin, tapping his foot against the floor. “Well, do you promise to be a good girl, Whinny?”
“Yes, Master Daze!” She nodded enthusiastically, already flexing her toes.
“Good. I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere,” he joked, walking out of the room. His absence wasn’t long, as he returned with another stallion, this one was a sand-colored earth pony with blonde hair, like Dreamy, he was also nude and erect.
“Whinny, this is Flicker Feather.”
“‘Ello!” he waved.
“Do you think you can service both of us at the same time?”
“Yes, Master Daze and Master Feather!”
“She seems enthusiastic,” Flicker chuckled.
“Cause she was conditioned well.”
“P-Please masters, let me be your professional footjob mare!” she begged, her pussy dripping with lust.
Dreamy chuckled. “Well, then, let’s make this a bit more interesting...” He walked behind Harshwhinny, putting the ballgag that hung around her neck into her mouth. From behind his back, he put something over her eyes: a special blindfold that wrapped around not only the back of her head, but her ears, muffling her sense of hearing.
At the same time, Flicker Feather picked up some small pieces of rope from the pile of things Dreamy brought in, starting to tie Harshwhinny’s toes back towards the frame. While Dreamy was busy blinding Harshwhinny, he began poking and teasing the tied toes with his fingertips, delighted by watching them try to squirm and twitch.
“Now then…” Dreamy walked back in front of Harshwhinny, stroking his cock against her taut soles. “That feel good, Whinny?” he shouted, trying to make sure she heard.
Harshwhinny had lost movement of her feet, her sense of sight, and most of her hearing, but instead of panicking and thrashing, the feeling was exciting, with her sense of touch more focused on, the feeling on her soles was magnified, making her quiver with delight. With a ballgag in her mouth, her response was muffled, but certainly passionate.
“Alright, she’s ready, c’mon, Flicker.”
Without another word, Flicker joined in, with Dreamy pleasuring himself with the right foot, he began rubbing his dick against the left one. “Ooouugh...they’re so soft!”
“I know, right?” Dreamy grunted, thrusting against her sole.
Harshwhinny’s body shook in delight, squealing as loud as she could into the ballgag. Each thrust against her soles driving her nethers crazy, eventually making her reach a climax of her own from the stimulation. Her mind was in a haze, slowly forgetting the rage and fear she previously held, now just happy to serve her masters.
“Good pet, Whinny…” Dreamy chuckled, the two stallions bumping fists as they rubbed their dicks against the twitching, blushing soles.
“Mmmfh...so soft...so pent up...I’m close already!” Flicker Feather grunted, his cock throbbing as he rubbed his cockhead right under the ball of her foot.
“No need to hold back, we have all the time in the world to keep playing with her…”
Flicker nodded, reaching his climax as he shot a massive load on her heel, sighing in relief as he idly rubbed his stallionhood against the arch, wiggling his fingers against the toes. “So, what else can we do with her?”
“Well, we could always do some more conditioning...”
