Elle had always been fascinated with the perverse, a desire she kept hidden from her vanilla partners. So when her friend suggested a fetish-themed museum tour, Elle jumped at the chance. As the group moved through the exhibits, Elle couldn't help but feel a growing excitement deep within her.

She couldn't wait for the tour to end so she could explore her own desires. As the group paused to admire a particularly risqué piece of art, Elle's eye was caught by a handsome stranger. He wore a black suit and carried himself with a confidence that made her heart race.

Elle was surprised to find herself following the stranger as he slipped away from the group. When he finally paused and turned to her, she was both nervous and aroused. "Is this what you're looking for?" he asked, opening a door that led to a private exhibit.

Elle hesitated, but the stranger's touch on her arm was all the encouragement she needed. Inside the small room, the stranger guided her to a table where he began undressing her. "I can't believe I'm doing this," Elle whispered, both ashamed and aroused by her daring.

The stranger leaned in close to her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "Believe it or not, I like it," he whispered before kissing her neck. Elle moaned as he continued to undress her, revealing every inch of her body. She was lost in the moment, unable to resist his advances any longer. But when he asked if she liked feet, and if she wanted him to make her his foot slave, Elle hesitated.

"I don't know if I'm comfortable with that," she said quietly, feeling a mixture of excitement and fear. The stranger chuckled and leaned back in his chair.

"Don't worry," he said reassuringly. "It's just a game."

Elle looked down at his feet, which were quite large and calloused from walking all day. She couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to worship them like an obedient foot slave. Her mind raced with conflicting thoughts as the stranger continued to tease her with promises of satisfaction and pleasure.

Elle's mind raced with conflicting thoughts. The stranger's proposition was both thrilling and terrifying. She hesitated, unsure if she wanted to go down this path. But then again, she had always been curious about the taboo and this seemed like an opportunity to indulge in her desires.

"Is there anything you would like to try?" the stranger asked, sensing her hesitation.

Elle looked at him intently for a moment before replying, "Well, I've always been curious about humiliation."

The stranger grinned wickedly. "Excellent choice," he said before leaning back in his chair.

"What is worse for you?" he asked casually.

Elle swallowed nervously before answering, "Humiliation."

The stranger nodded in understanding before leaning closer to whisper in her ear. "Good girl," he purred seductively.

Elle felt a mix of anxiety and excitement as the stranger slowly tied her hands up behind her back with a tight knot, making sure she couldn't escape. She could feel his eyes on her, studying every inch of her body. He then produced a blindfold and gently placed it over her eyes, leaving her feeling vulnerable and exposed.

The stranger led her out of the room, into an adjacent hallway where he directed her to sit on the floor. She could hear footsteps approaching and knew that the stranger was about to bring in someone else for their session. Elle's heart raced as she imagined what would happen next - would they be allowed to watch or would she be completely alone?

After what seemed like an eternity, the stranger returned and kneeled down behind her. He unzipped his pants and began stroking himself slowly. "Are you ready?" he asked in a low voice, teasingly.

"Yes," Elle breathed out, feeling a mix of fear and desire course through her body.

The stranger guided one of her feet towards his crotch, rubbing it softly against his growing arousal. "You like this?" he taunted sarcastically, making Elle hesitate slightly before responding with a moan of pleasure.

The stranger wasted no time in taking control. He pushed her legs up onto his shoulders and pushed them back behind her, leaving her vulnerable and exposed. Elle could feel the pressure of his strong hands as he squeezed her feet together, forcing them to stretch his pants down to his knees. "You like that?" he asked with a smirk. "You're a good little foot slave."

Elle hesitated for a moment, unsure if she was ready for this level of submission. But then she felt the sensation of his cock pressing against the back of her legs and knew that she had to go along with it. She moaned softly as he continued to rub himself against her, causing her to squirm in pleasure.

The stranger then released her feet and pulled down the front of his pants to reveal his hard cock. He wasted no time in pushing Elle onto all fours and positioning himself behind her. "Are you ready for my cock?" he asked sarcastically before pressing himself firmly against the back of her thighs.

Elle gasped at the sudden intrusion but couldn't deny the feeling of excitement that coursed through her body. The stranger began thrusting slowly at first before picking up speed, causing Elle to cry out in pleasure.