Drake slept peacefully the whole night with his love's soft soles in his face. Holding them close to be reminded of them with every breath, his dreams were filled with endless pleasure provided by them. Remaining erect the whole time, eventually morning came round. Light shining on the caramel skin of the wiggling feet, they looked like those of an angel from heaven. Rubbing their toes against the sleeping Drake's forehead, he let go of them, allowing them freedom to move around. Moving down, they wriggled their toes into his mouth, whereupon his tongue began licking their dainty toes. Relishing the pleasure from this, the feet pulled themselves out in order to hop onto the nightstand, wherein sat Beldazaar's lamp. Clenching their toes, they rubbed against it, happy when the familiar genie returned.
"Welcome again, my master." He greeted, finding the feet wiggling their toes. "Alright, I will refer to you as mistress then; how may I be of assistance today?" However they were communicating with Beldazaar, the feet got their next wish granted. "As you wish. Drake will now be your slave, doting on you at your beck and call. Anything else?" He stated, crossing his arms. With another discussion, Beldazaar said, "Granted, you will now be able to hear his thoughts. Clean my lamp once more when you have need of me again." And with that, the dutiful genie retreated into his lamp, leaving this pair of feet in control of Drake's life. Turning over to their lover slave, the feet heard Drake's fetish filled dreams. This one being seen in public with him and the feet in bondage, receiving footjobs over and over. His eyes rolling back in his head from being raped by the feet in public, embarrassed that everyone now knew a pair of sexy feet was his master.
Wiggling ecstatically from learning of Drake's dream, the feet filed that scene away for now, considering trying it out in the future. With Drake as their slave, and the genie at their side, they'll ensure tons of loving from Drake. Walking over to his lap, they tickle his erection through his boxers with their toes. His rod twitches, aching to relive the pleasure of fucking his lovers over and over. But, he would not get off so lucky just yet. Walking back to his face, the feet rub their soles up and down his head, urging him to wake up. He did so, yawning from the relaxing sleep, finding the feet being the first thing he sees. "Oh, good morning, honey." He cheerily greets. Oblivious to the fact he referred to the feet as a name one would call their spouse, this was due to the feet wanting him to do so.
"What would you need to start off the day?" Drake asked, patting their ankle stumps. Wiggling their toes, he felt compelled to lightly flip them over, proceeding to kiss their soles like a newlywed husband would give his wife. Curling their toes at the idea of being Drake's legal wife, the feet filed that away for later as well. After minutes of french kissing their soft skin, Drake began to massage them; lightly pressing against areas where the feet felt stressed, they stretched in comfort afterward. However, this came with an extra effect, they became really horny.
Sure enough, Drake felt they were getting in the mood and was compelled to put back on the bondage gear, securing the lusty, sweaty feet around his dick. Like an animal in heat, they went straight to work thrusting and rubbing against his dick, tickling the head with their toes and squishing it between them. Moaning submissively from his master screwing him again, Drake walked out of the room to make some breakfast, whilst the feet were aiming to get a "protein supplement" for their first meal of the day. Except, Drake felt his knees buckling from the footjobs, finding himself cumming on the angelic feet right there in the hallway. This didn't stop him from resuming a walk to the kitchen, as the feet continued their onslaught. Cereal was an acceptable breakfast for him, eating at the kitchen table, he occasionally had to stop chewing from the spasms of pleasure. The last thing he'd want was to choke on cereal during a footjob.
Today, Drake had a few science lectures it was imperative he didn't miss. He was complacent at the thought of going to them bound up like this, as the feet heard these thoughts. Unfortunately for Drake, the feet would much prefer he take them shoe shopping instead, getting cute sandals and heels to show off to their love. This made Drake come up with the idea, "Hmm, though these cuties do only have a pair of flip flops. Maybe I should get them a whole new wardrobe; they deserve it." He pondered, scratching his chin. It was what his master wanted, but Drake realized skipping any classes today would severely impact his learning. But the urge to go shoe shopping for the feet was growing in strength, as the sexy soles milked out another load from his rod.