"Your words are my pleasure, your words are my thoughts, your words are all I am, Goddess..."

The repetition of her mantra made Beau's head fuzzy. The short, pale-skinned woman with brown hair knelt naked on the bed, a towel underneath her, exposing her perky tits and her wet pussy to the webcam in front of her. On the screen, a woman with vibrant red hair and striking blue eyes smiled.

"That's my good girl," she purred in a low, seductive voice. "Are you ready to see my feet, darling?"

"Yes, Goddess! Yes, yes, your feet are pleasure, please, yes..." Beau's words trailed off into submissive, needy rambling, desperation clear in both her voice and on her face. Her Goddess moved her chair back, and then propped her pretty bare feet up just in front of the webcam.

As they came into vision, they filled Beau's whole world. Her whole body visibly slumped as everything narrowed down to the feet of her Goddess. Every thought pushed out by the wrinkles, the arches, the pretty toes and beautiful soles. Goddess arched her feet, giving Beau a glimpse of the bright red nail polish on her toes. Pleasure ran through her body, and her lips parted slightly as she began to drool. The feet that she loved, adored, that Goddess had brainwashed her with, once again took her down to the wonderful, beautiful trance she loved so much. Vaguely she was aware that Goddess had said something, and her mouth was repeating mantras that she never could remember when she was awake, but that was ok. That was exactly the service she paid for.

She was dragged out of her trance by a ringtone. As she shook her head and blinked, clearing the fog, her eyes went wide as she realised that ringtone, on that phone, meant it was an emergency.

"Shit, shit, sorry Goddess, I have to take that..." she was already scrambling off to grab the phone and answer before the woman on the other end could reply. "Speak to me," she said as she answered the phone.

"Eyes up, Arrow Girl. We finished decrypting the signal and found Madame Mechanical's hideout. We need you to move as fast as you can before she catches wind and destroys evidence." The voice of her boss, Captain Omega, came through the phone.

"Now? No-one else is around?" Beau responded, trying to keep her voice steady despite the last lingering effects of trance in her mind.

"Nope, the others are all too far out on other missions. I'll text you the details in short order. Get moving as soon as you can." With that, the call ended, and Beau cursed her rotten luck. Sheepishly, she moved back to where the webcam could see her, where her Goddess was patiently waiting.

"Uhh, sorry, but... it's an emergency, I have to go... I'm really sorry Goddess..." She looked down, partially out of shame, but partially to keep Her feet out of her vision to avoid dropping back into trance.

"Not to worry, darling, I'm sure it's not your fault. I'll be sure to refund this session, since it never really got started." She spoke in that soothing tone that made Beau's body shiver, and she was immensely grateful for Her sympathy and kindness, even if she was going to end up paying Goddess again sooner rather than later. "Before you go, kiss my feet goodbye, my darling." Beau leaned in to the screen, kissed those pretty soles, and then ended the call. Time to go to work.

Arrow Girl stalked the floor of the abandoned warehouse, arrow notched in her bow. She was now dressed in a purple costume, tight-fitting but not restricting her mobility, with a mask covering the bottom half of her face (hiding a rebreather for her gas-based arrows). The room was full of Madame Mechanical's handiwork - pieces of tech, full inactive robots, workbenches with schematics and parts strewn about. Arrow Girl was familiar with the creations of the villain, but hadn't ever met the woman herself, as she preferred to let her robotic minions do her dirty work. As she heard robotic footsteps around a corner, the heroine pivoted around it, crouching low and firing a trick arrow right into the joint between arm and torso of the robot, which discharged electricity through it's system and it collapsed in a heap. Arrow Girl allowed herself a moment of pride before moving on, searching for the villainess deeper in her lair.

Coming across a door to what looked like an office, Arrow Girl slipped a lockpick out of the wrist of the costume and quietly picked the lock. Taking a deep breath, she pushed the door open, and came face to face with another robot.

Acting quickly, she smacked away the robot's first swing with her reinforced bow, then ducked the second one, coming back up to shove the tip of an arrow into it's weak shoulder joint. She ripped and pulled, sending sparks and oil across the floor and making that arm hang limply by it's side. She had no time to celebrate, as a swift kick to the midsection by the metal menace sent her flying backwards, sliding along the floor to a halt. Pushing the pain aside, she jumped back to her feet, readied an arrow and waited for her opportunity as the thing approached. It swung again, and she ducked underneath and fired an arrow up at the back of it's head, hoping to hit something vital. She was rewarded with sparks and the sound of the machine powering down before it fell forward. Powered by adrenaline, she burst back into the room she'd been so rudely kicked out of.

Sat behind the desk was a tall, shapely woman, dressed in a deep red skin-tight outfit, with red hair and blue eyes. Madame Mechanical, in the flesh. Arrow Girl readied her weapon.

"Madame Mechanical, put your hands behind your head and don't move from that chair. It's over." Arrow Girl commanded, alert to any tiny little trick the villain could pull. She leaned back in her chair and nonchalantly put her hands behind her head.

"Well, it took you heroes long enough, but someone finally tracked me down." She said, sounding calm and composed for a villain about to be arrested.

"Keep your comments to yourself, and your hands where I can see-" As the adrenaline wore off, recognition came to the heroine. The vibrant red hair. The striking blue eyes. Even the lighting and the decor. Madame Mechanical, the notorious supervillain, was her Goddess. As Beau's eyes widened, the woman in the chair tilted her head slightly, confused.

"Something wrong? What happened to that bravado?" She questioned, not used to heroines freezing up on her like that.

"Sh-shut up! Shut..." Arrow Girl stuttered, the wind being taken out of her sails, frozen like a deer in headlights. Out of sheer curiousity more than anything else, Madame Mechanical moved one hand, readying a finger snap. Beau's eyes were locked onto it, unable to tear herself away, mind filled with anticipation and fear.

She snapped.

"Drop."

Arrow Girl's whole world turned on it's head. The familiar fuzz and fog entered her brain, making her vision swim. She tried hard to fight and push back, to stop herself from falling into that sweet, tantalizing trance that she loved so much. She tried to fire an arrow, and was dimly aware of the clattering sound of it hitting the floor beneath her instead of the villain in front of her. The only thing she could focus on was that Goddess was about to snap her fingers again.

"P-please, d-don't..." Was all she managed to gasp out before Goddess snapped her fingers again.

"Drop."

Beau dropped her weapon and stumbled over to the wall, leaning against it to keep her heavy body upright. Her head swam, nothing inside responding to her will, adrift in the fuzzy subby pleasure that the words of her Goddess bring her. Madame Mechanical stood up, her tall curvy figure all that Beau could see in her swimming vision.

"Nghh... nnn... nnghh..." The heroine was trying to say stay back, no more, you're under arrest, anything at all, but her mouth was simply not connected to her brain. She was helpless to resist as Goddess pulled down her mask, exposing the trickle of drool as she tried to figure out where she recognised the heroine from. She gasped and smiled as she finally realised.

"Beau! My beautiful good girl, what a surprise! I didn't know you were a superhero, darling!" Beau's hips twitched at the praise, a spike of arousal running through her, as Her divine face lit up. "And judging by your reaction, you didn't know I was a nefarious supervillain, either." Her beautiful voice, Her presence so close was making Beau wetter and more submissive by the second. Madame Mechanical laughed softly as she went back to her chair, and it took every single ounce of willpower Beau had left not to whimper.

"Well, since you're here and teetering on the edge of trance for me, I suppose there's only one question left. Are you ready to see my feet, darling?" She asked with a twinkle in her eye. Beau could only respond with a moan, as the superheroine went to war with the submissive slut inside her mind, and rapidly lost more and more ground with each passing second.

Goddess unzipped her boots and placed her bare feet on the desk, in front of Beau.

All of the fight drained out of her as those perfect feet filled her vision. She fell, deep into that trance she loved, that she'd paid for over and over. Her legs barely supported her as her body slumped, mouth beginning to repeat mantras burned into her subconscious mind. Nothing else mattered. The heroine Arrow Girl and the plucky fighter Beau all faded away, leaving only the deeply brainwashed submissive that Goddess adored.

"Kneel before me, there's a good girl." The praise went straight to Beau's clit, causing her to shudder and moan as she sank to her knees directly in front of Her perfect feet. She was awash in pleasure and submission, open and vulnerable to Goddess as Her beautiful soles filled her vision and her mind. She leaned forward, dimly aware that Goddess must have given her an order if her body was moving, and ran her tongue over one of Her divine feet. Savouring every wrinkle, every inch of divine sole as she took Her toes into her mouth, catching glimpses of that beautiful red nail polish as she desperately worshipped Her feet. An orgasm washed over her, and her conscious mind drowned in pleasure.

Arrow Girl came back to consciousness a while later, with no memory of the time that passed. She blinked, and upon trying to move realised her body was not responding to her brain. As awareness came back to her, she realised she was in the villain's chair, cuffed with her own handcuffs, and on the other side of the desk was Madame Mechanical herself, smiling broadly. The heroine immediately looked down to avoid eye contact, noticing the big wet stain on the crotch of her costume (presumably from orgasms granted by Goddess) and internally cursed her lack of defiance.

"There we are, finally awake! How is my good girl?" She purred in that seductive voice, and Beau let out an involuntary whimper. "I think our little cat-and-mouse superhero game is going to be a lot of fun going forward!"

"I-I'll stop you, I'll find a way..." Even as she said the words, she wasn't sure she believed them. She just wanted to run away, to hide from the piercing gaze of her Goddess, even as another part of her wanted to beg to be put back under again.

"Oh, I'm sure you'll try and fight, darling, you heroes always do. But I want to keep you on a string, darling, so you keep paying for sessions and keep chasing me. So I've got some presents for you." The villain responded, and placed a USB stick on the table in front of Beau. "This contains some of my schematics and technical expertise, as well as a few of my targets, to see if your tech specialists can put together a pattern. That way this mission is at least a partial success, even if the evil villain got away." The heroine was confused, but before she could say a word, Madame Mechanical continued. "And here's a much more personal present, something you can take home with you."

Goddess planted her shiny red boots on the desk in front of Beau as her eyes went wide.

"Enjoy those, darling!" The villainess said as she started walking out of the room. "Oh, and your body will start responding after you've repeated my mantra 20 times. See you at our next session, Beau!"

As her footsteps faded away, Beau sighed and hung her head in defeat. She began to quietly mumble her mantra to the empty room.

"Your words are my pleasure, your words are my thoughts, your words are all I am, Goddess..."