One day, a tomboy named Riley entered the door to a laundromat so she could wash her clothes. She put a variety of her clothing into a washing machine, including ripped jeans, a jean jacket, some shorts, several t-shirts, and a gray beanie. After paying a fee, she closed the door to the machine, watching the machine fire up and start tossing her clothes around and around from within.

Riley turned her head to the left and noticed the only other person in the building at the time, who was a handsome young man standing in front of another washing machine down the line from her. He was paying rapt attention to the clothes spinning around and around through the window, slightly hunched over with a bit of a dazed expression on his face. Riley figured that the man must’ve been incredibly bored as there was nothing else to do inside the laundromat, so he was probably entertaining himself by watching his clothes spin around inside the machine, as if he was watching paint dry.

However, the more she stared at the man, the more she realized that he appeared to be falling into a deep, mindless trance. Curious as to why he seemed to be acting this way, she decided to walk over to where the man was standing.

“Hey dude, did you fall asleep with your eyes open or something?” Riley asked the motionless man. No response, though she did notice that the man appeared to be mindlessly drooling a little out of the corner of his mouth.

Riley briefly looked into the window of the washing machine to see the man’s clothes spinning around, and then looked into the man’s eyes, noticing that the spiraling clothes were reflected in his blank, glassy eyes. Realizing that he was in a hypnotic trance, she decided to take advantage of this and have some fun with him.

Riley went to the man’s side to whisper in his ear. “Hey dude, can you hear my voice?” She asked the entranced man while lightly stroking his arm.

After several silent moments, the man finally responded to the tomboy for the first time. “Yes, I can hear you…” he slowly droned out in a monotone voice.

Riley rubbed her hands together with an excited look on her face. “Oh man, this is gonna be so much fun!” She got closer to the man’s ear again, although she was speaking louder than a whisper now. “So dude, what is something you really like? I mean, what is something that can get you incredibly turned on?” Riley was stroking his arm a little harder now.

It took a while for the mesmerized man to respond, but he shuddered in pleasure from the tomboy stroking his arm, and finally answered her surprising question. “Feet. I really love feet. I love rubbing feet. Kissing feet. Smelling feet. Licking feet…” The man was trailing off, drooling more out of the corner of his mouth while his hardening cock was tenting his jeans.

The tomboy laughed at his admission. “Yeah, I can totally tell you love feet! Just you talking about them is giving you such a massive hard-on!” Riley stopped stroking his arm to stroke his cock through his jeans for a few short moments. The man lightly bit his upper lip as his cock jumped a couple inches in his jeans from her touch, letting out a little moan.

Riley brought her mouth towards the man’s ear again while continuing to stroke his arm. “Well, lucky for you dude, I’ve got some killer sexy feet for you to worship. Sounds pretty nice, huh?” The man was brainlessly bobbing his head up and down as his cock was twitching inside his pants at the same time.

Riley briefly left the man’s field of vision to grab something. The man started whimpering like a sad dog when he felt her touch disappear. She returned holding a small stool, placing it on the ground near the washing machine so she could step on it and climb on top of the machine. She draped her legs over the front of the machine, and whistled to get the man’s attention.

“Yo dude! If you wanna see my feet so bad, you’ve gotta take my sneakers off for me!” Riley shouted to the man, pointing towards her worn sneakers with her finger. The man walked over to the washing machine, reverently pulling the tomboy’s sneakers off of her feet with his hands. “Give ‘em a whiff too.” Riley commanded him. The man smelled the inside of each of her sneakers with his nose, moaning from the stench of her feet, before gently placing her shoes on the ground below. The tomboy could barely hold back her laughter.

Now with her sneakers off, Riley was using her socked feet to trace around the edges of the circular window of the washing machine, giving the illusion that she was spinning a hypnotic wheel with her feet, as if she was some kind of stage magician. The hypnotic movement of the clothes spinning around in the machine combined with the hypnotic movement of the tomboy’s socked feet was making the man even sleepier and more dazed.

Riley stopped rubbing the sides of the window with her feet, waving one of her socked feet towards the ground. “On your hands and knees, dude! Bow in front of your new tomboy mistress!”

The man immediately lowered himself to the ground on his hands and knees. “Yes Mistress…” the man obeyed, fully under her control.

“The smell of my socked feet is even more potent than the smell coming from inside my sneakers. Get your nose up here and sniff my feet!” Riley commanded.

The man strained his head up so he could sniff the tomboy’s socked feet. With every sniff, several strands of Riley’s foot stench were traveling straight towards the pleasure center of the man’s brain, making his cock pulse and convulse with every sniff, squirting out globs of pre-cum, staining his pants.

“I want you to now pull my socks off of my feet.” Riley ordered the man. He brought his hands closer to her socked feet, but she lightly swatted his hands away.

“No dude!” Riley was laughing. “I want you to remove my socks from my feet… with your teeth.” The man continued kneeling motionlessly for a few moments, not quite comprehending what he was supposed to be doing, until her command finally dawned on him and had weaseled its way into his brain.

“Yes Mistress…” the man obediently said as he gripped a part of one of the tomboy’s socks with his teeth and slowly pulled it off, revealing a bare, sweat-soaked foot for him to enjoy. He was slowly breathing her foot stink in and out of his nose, getting more lightheaded, and the front of his jeans feeling tighter. The combination of watching his clothes spinning around and around from behind the circular window, and sniffing Riley’s sweaty feet was doing quite a number on his captivated mind. It felt as if his brain was shattering into a million pieces, except that his brain was breaking from imagining Riley repeatedly kissing his mind, instead of breaking it with a hammer.

Riley shouted to him, breaking him out of his stupor. “Dude, don’t forget my other foot! I know you’re under a super deep trance, but that’s no excuse for you to forget to pull off my other sock!” She was teasing him.

Riley pushed her other foot towards the man’s face, prompting him to pull off her other sock with his teeth. After removing the sock and dropping it on the ground, Riley planted the sole of her foot right over the man’s face, giggling from the ticklish feel of the man’s nose sniffing all over her sole.

Riley brought both of her soles to both sides of the man’s face, rubbing her soles up and down alternately, framing the man’s vision of the hypnotic spiral of clothes through her feet. “Remind me what else you said you wanted to do with my feet earlier today.” Riley prompted.

“I said…I wanted to…kiss…your feet…” the man lustily stumbled out.

“Do you still want to kiss my feet?” Riley asked him.

“Oh, YES Mistress!” The man’s eyes went wide open, only making the reflection of the washing machine’s spiral in his glassy eyes even more obvious.

“Well, don’t just sit there! Kiss my feet, dude!” In a hypnotized fervor, the man lunged forward with his face, raining down kisses all over the tomboy’s soles, moving his lips to kiss the tops of her feet, her heels, and all over her toes.

“I now want you to start licking all over my feet. I remember you telling me earlier that was something you wanted to do.” Riley teased the man with a smile, making him excitedly nod his head while practically panting like a dog. He pressed his tongue against the tomboy’s soles, dragging it up and down her feet, his cock nearly exploding from the taste.

The man could feel Riley lightly stroking his head with her hand, and then she lifted her hand to snap her fingers, making the man lift his head up to look towards her. He saw her finger pointing towards her toes. “Mind cleaning in between my toes for me? I haven’t showered in about a week, and they’ve gotten pretty filthy.” Riley returned her hand to his head to stroke it some more, reinforcing her command.

Without hesitation, the man started repeatedly licking in between her toes, lapping up and swallowing all of her toe jam that had accumulated over the past week. The more toe jam he was swallowing down his throat, the more he felt his cock spasming in his jeans.

The smell of her bare feet was even stronger than the scent of her socks and sneakers combined, and the rancid odor was taking its toll on the man’s nose, causing his eyes to water. Of course, his eyes weren’t the only part of his body that was crying, as his cock continued squirting out more pre-cum, making the huge wet spot on the front of his jeans even bigger.

Riley pinched her nose shut in an exaggerated fashion. “Pee-yew!  I can barely stand the stench of my own feet sitting all the way up here. I have no idea how you can stomach my feet down there. But if I had to hazard a guess…” Riley paused to rub the man’s cock with her toes a few times, “…this is probably why.” She teased.

She removed her toes from his crotch, making sure to use one of her big toes to pick up a little drop of his cum. She brought that big toe in front of the washing machine, and started waving it around in little hypnotic circles. The man was mindlessly following her toe with his eyes.

“Pay rapt attention to my big toe as it spins round and round…spinning your mind around in circles…staring at your droplet of cum as a focal point…my toe is spinning at the same speed as your clothes in the washing machine…” The tomboy was intoning to him.

“Spin round and round…spin my mind in circles…” The man repeated and chanted in a monotone voice.

Riley suddenly stopped waving her toe around and brought it closer to his lips. “As soon as you lick your droplet of cum off of my toe, you will have the biggest orgasm of your life. You will empty yourself of all thoughts and cum. Now!” She shouted as she aggressively shoved her toe inside the man’s mouth. He immediately came what felt like buckets worth of semen in his pants, completely soiling his clothes with massive amounts of cum.

Shortly after he was calming down from his explosive orgasm, his clothes in the washing machine had finally stopped tumbling around. He was starting to wake up from his trance, when Riley hopped off of the washing machine, laughing at his appearance.

“Oh dude! Look at the mess you made!” She continued laughing, pointing towards his cum-soaked clothes. “Good thing you’re at a laundromat right now.”

The man seemed confused. “What? What’s going on? Where am I? Why are my clothes so sticky?!” He started panicking.

Riley grabbed his wet clothes from the machine and tossed them into a dryer. She returned to the man to start stripping off his soiled clothes. Before he could object to what she was doing, she had already thrown his clothes into the same washing machine, applied a strong detergent, and started up the machine again. Closing the door, the man fell back into a deep trance, staring back at his clothes spinning around and around.

Riley had the now entirely naked man get back on his hands and knees, and sat down on the ground next to him so she could start stroking his arm again. She looked over to the man’s entirely too-pleased face as he continued spiraling under the tomboy’s control.

“Now, let’s talk about you becoming my permanent foot slave.” Riley whispered into his ear.