"Wait, what am I saying?!" Drake shouts, putting a hand to his head. "Education is why I'm at this college; I have to go to class. We'll have to go shopping some other time." The feet did not like hearing their slave have a moment of free will, and tried encouraging him again to go shopping for them. "Shoes are a necessity though, even for just a pair of feet." Drake pondered again, shaking his head at hearing himself say it. "What is going on with me?" He worried, as the feet began giving him a footjob again, hoping the pleasure would make him easier to manipulate.
"Stop please!" Drake told them, realizing he never thought like this back when he first got the feet. Concluding they must've done something, he frantically tries to remove the bondage, to get the feet off his dick. They sensed this, and willed the bondage to remain in place around their slave lover. This allowed them to really go hard, squeezing Drake's rod with maximum pressure; their soft skin and deft toes wiggling all over it. "Ngh, get off me!" Drake grunted, arching his back from the feet raping him.
They did the opposite, thrusting up and down until Drake fell to the ground, helpless to the pleasure. Finally milking another load from him, the feet didn't stop their onslaught. With consistent pleasure, the feet keep urging Drake to do what they want; with a weakened mind from the footjobs, it'd surely be easier to change his mind. But, he remained sane as much as possible, scooting back toward Beldazaar's lamp. If he could just make a wish, he could have this back in his control; he found it a bit ludicrous a guy being subservient to a disembodied pair of sexy female feet. "God, they sure are sexy. Feel great too." He noted, cumming on their soles again, before realizing his mind was slipping. "Keep it together, Drake," he told himself. "And fix this."