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The Problem of Sensitive Soles

Part 1

For Engy

By Draconicon

Running a harem, a city, and the occasional side universe would have been more than sufficient work to keep a god busy. Draconicon wasn't a god, merely a dragon, so he did a lot of delegating to make sure that he didn't have to handle all of that at once. On the few days when it crept in all together, slipping the bounds of the various handlers that he had assigned to deal with this, that, or the other, he ended up stressed beyond all bounds, exhausted, willing to just let things slide in a way that he never normally would.

Being that this was a day after such an explosion of activity, the black dragon could, perhaps, be forgiven for not noticing the shimmer in the air during the night of something pressing against the wards of his skyscraper, or the feeling of something in the air, some whisper of magic in the lower floors of the skyscraper when he woke up. After all, he had just banished a small army of demons from one of the other worlds, satisfied two dragons and a snake in bed, and dealt with the fact that there was a tax issue in the city that had been unfairly oppressing the entirety of the Red Light District.

Honestly, the tax part had been the worst of that, but it all added up when times like that rolled around. He was tired, and so, when he felt something that was a bit off, he put off dealing with it, assuming that the security systems would handle it.

As he put it out of his mind, he looked out the window of his penthouse. This window moved, much like everything else in his penthouse did, slowly moving from one wall to another depending on his mood. The enchantments that filled everything in his quarters kept it from ever settling down in a meaningful way, always adjusting themselves to fit what he needed at that moment. Right then, he needed a window that faced away from the sunrise, that showed the dull purple light that was fading from the far horizon as the sun's orange-yellow chased it away. He stared at that sliver of darker color for as long as he could, then slowly rolled out of bed, kicking the sheets away and sitting up.

"Ugh...Ugh, ugh, ugh."

He shook his head, rubbing his eyes as his dick twitched as it always did in the morning. It wasn't even horny, but it twitched anyway, likely from all the attention that it had gotten the day before when he had been working through his harem. Giving them the satisfaction that they needed was an effort. Particularly with the snake. Eager, greedy-bottomed butler, that one, always eager for something to go so deep that it basically ruined his ass completely, forever.

Heh...at least until the next time.

Draconicon shook his head, pinching the space at the base of his snout and rubbing away a slight headache. Memories of the day before, of two sluts on their knees working his cock while a third worked at his asshole, the feeling of worship as they tended to his balls, the eager greediness as two of them went to his feet and started sniffing up his musk to get lust-drunk on their kinks...

It was all hot, but good lord, he was glad he wouldn't need to put in another multi-hour session for a while. Today should, hopefully, be -

Buzz. Buzz.

The intercom on the nightstand beside him caught his attention. Shaking his head, he leaned over, holding a finger against the button.

"Yes?"

"Hey, Master, it's Engy."

"Morning, Engy. What's up?"

"Just something down in the alchemy lab. I was cooking something up yesterday, and I think it's just about done, hehehe."

"How many kobolds are we dealing with today?"

"Uh...um...already dealt with that part, no problem there. But I had something else that I think that you should take a look at. Think that you can come down this morning, before you get started on the other stuff?"

That meant that the yellow dragon had probably spent the night brewing some kind of perverted potion for his own pleasures. Draconicon chuckled to himself, shaking his head slowly. Well, it wasn't the first time that he had heard Engy do this.

"Sure, fine. I'll be down in ten minutes."

"Thanks, Master. I think you're going to love this."

He imagined that he was going to be surprised by it. Shaking his head, he stood up, leaning back until his spine popped just over his tail, and then rolled his head from side to side until his neck followed suit. The sheer pop-crackle-snap that followed would have startled quite a few people, he imagined, but then again, most people didn't know that he was past two thousand years old.

Then again, it wasn't like there were easy candles for that on birthday cakes. He chuckled, waving his hand to call one of his robes over. It floated out of his closet, settling over his shoulders and draping itself over his back. The holes in the rear of it fit his wings perfectly, and the back had a slit that just barely fit over his tail. With the work that he had put into his personal fitness lately, it wasn't so pushed up in the back as it used to be, something that he both regretted and felt relieved by.

Nothing wrong with a big ass...if you have the choice of when you're showing it.

The times that he had needed to put citizens down in the city straight about who was in charge due to showing off his ass with this robe...

He shook his head. That was for another time. For now, it was time to make his way down to the alchemy lab. He imagined that Engy was using the official one halfway down the skyscraper rather than the one in his personal quarters, and he set off. He passed Zavis, the butler, in the hallway, and the python nodded at him in greeting as he walked by. He nodded back, giving the snake a pat on the ass, and made his way down the elevator. The familiar hum tickled his feet slightly on the way down.

But as he did, he couldn't help but notice that there was something else in the air. A faint hum of sorts, something that thrummed at the edge of awareness. It wasn't something mechanical, either, which didn't sit well with him.

Hmmm....

THe more he thought about it, the more that he regretted not getting out of bed earlier. This felt...wrong. Unwelcome.

Pinging as they reached the alchemy lab, the elevator doors opened and revealed the floor-filling potion equipment. Tables upon tables were connected together by steel rods, ensuring that even the occasional explosion wouldn't suddenly jostle them apart, and fires burned everywhere. Here and there, a cooler also bubbled, or blew, or burst with frost, but most of the room was filled with the heat of little flames that kept their potions on the bubble. None of the old-style stuff here, no cauldrons or traditional mixing apparatus. This was all high-end, modern stuff that Engy kept for himself.

The yellow dragon popped up from behind one of the tables nearest to the elevator, grinning as he waved over the mess of glass and various ingredients. Draconicon smiled and waved back.

"Busy all night, hmm?"

"You have no idea. Get over here, Master."

"Giving orders, are we?"

"Um...oops. Sorry about that. Um...please come over here?"

Draconicon smiled, shaking his head as he made his way down the central aisle. Engy always was one of those that got hyper-enthusiastic about everything that got his attention. Every time that he had something that got him excited, there was a risk of hyper-fixation, and that meant that some of the casual manners and rituals could be forgotten.

Explained some of the explosions that happened every week, for sure. But it was just that much more charming while dealing with him. He was a fun dragon, and -

Squelch.

Draconicon blinked, slowly looking down. A puddle of some potion or other was right under his foot, and it was...well, not just liquid. It felt like slime, ooze, something that was clinging to him. He tried to take a step back, but no sooner had he lifted his foot than the slime pulled back in thick strings, almost like it was trying to pull his foot back down. He tugged harder, only to yelp as he was pulled forward, almost dragged off his feet -

Squelch.

The slippery, messy, squelching feeling was almost like mud between his toes as he stumbled forward, his other foot stomping into the muck just like the first. Engy hid a giggle behind his hand.

"S-sorry, Master. I didn't think you'd miss that."

"Engy..."

"What's the matter? Stuck?"

"Engy. What am I standing in?"

"Oh, um, just an experiment."

"...What kind of experiment?"

The yellow dragon hemmed and hawed, and all the while, Draconicon was trying to keep from thinking about the messy feeling that was spread across his soles. He had a bit of a foot fixation to start with, and this kind of thing was already dragging his mind right down to his soles, right down to his feet. The slightest shift in position made him all the more aware of the messy, slimy feelings right underfoot, and he groaned as he felt the potion goop getting shoved up between his toes. It was like going barefoot in mud, naughty and oddly exciting.

"Engy...get to the point, please."

"Oh, right. Um...the experiment was, uh...to see if you were as big a foot slut as I heard."

The black dragon brought his hand down slowly, fixing his alchemy slut with a firmer stare. Normally, his white-eyed gaze would bring the various members of his harem, one and all, to their knees. Usually with their mouths open to receive his cock, too, for that matter, though that wasn't always a guaranteed thing.

However, this time, Engy remained not just standing, but grinning with an impish sort of look on his face. He was like an oversized gremlin, Draconicon realized, waiting for some effect to pan out, and he could tell that this was another effect of the other dragon's hyper-fixation. He didn't care about the consequences just then; he wanted to see the thing that he expected to happen, happen.

And knowing him, probably something related to growth...

He squirmed slightly, only to realize that not only was the puddle somehow stickier, still holding his feet in place, but it had also shrunk. Not evaporating, but rather...absorbing. His eyes went wide as he realized that his feet were getting more sensitive the longer that he stood there, and more, that he could feel the cool tiles of the alchemy lab floor pressing against his feet that much more keenly than before.

"Engy...seriously, what is this? This is not your usual work."

Engy giggled, blushing, rubbing the back of his head with one hand. The metal one, this time, the chubby yellow dragon looking rather embarrassed all of a sudden. That, combined with all the new stuff happening, told Draconicon all that he needed to know.

"You had help."

"Well, kinda. Someone else gave me the recipe."

"Who?"

"Just someone."

"Engy, who?"

"The same person that told me, uh, a few things about...you know..."

"What?"

"Um...how did he put it..."

Draconicon gritted his teeth, trying not to focus on the feeling of sensitivity getting stronger and stronger down there. He normally didn't notice much when he was walking around - being a dragon and having scaly soles, it was easy to go barefoot pretty much anywhere with a high degree of safety - but the sensitivity was making him ever more aware of his feet, ever more aware of the feeling of odd pleasure that was coming through his soles.

His cock, still half-hard with morning wood, was starting to get harder, rising up along the side of his robe. He pushed it along his hip, trying to keep it from showing as much as Engy still chuckled nervously.

"Um, he said...He said that you used to be a 'Barefoot Bitch', and I wanted to see what that was like."

Barefoot Bitch.

The black dragon blushed at that, his tail twitching up just a little before he stopped it. But Engy kept talking.

"I mean, I know it's a bit mean, but I know you're a switch, Master. I thought, what with your foot fetish, you'd really enjoy being a Barefoot Bitch."

Barefoot Bitch.

Every time he heard that phrase, the black dragon was thrown back to one of the worlds that he had lived in before coming to this one, before taking on his harem and this city, before allowing a few other places to label him as their provincial 'governor' and ruling them from afar. He remembered the gutters of that world, of the way that they placed value on someone by a different sort of metric. He remembered going barefoot, not to flaunt his soles, but because he had been rendered powerless, weak...

A beggar...

A dirty, Barefoot Bitch.

He groaned, his own tiredness mixing with some of the happier memories to make it sound better than it had been. He covered his face, trying to find a moment to speak, but Engy just kept talking, pulling his thoughts down the paths of memory lane.

"I mean, you do have a big pair of feet, Master. I can't blame you for showing them off, but what was being a Barefoot Bitch - oh, wow, you're getting so hard. I think that you're really feeling the effects of the potion now, huh?"

"Engy...was it just...a growth potion, or something else?"

"Oh, a few things. Sensitizer, growth, a couple of other things. Let's get you up so that we can look at those big feet. Wow, they're getting bigger, aren't they?"

The last of the puddle had finally been sucked right into his feet. Draconicon managed to take a step backwards, but only a single step before -

"Mmmph..."

Just putting his foot down was enough to make him feel the difference in sensitivity now. His foot felt plush, soft, and he could feel the soft grind of the smooth floor tiles against his sole. He gasped as he rested more of his weight on it, groaning as he felt like it was pressing a button that went all the way up to his cock.

"Let's take a look."

Engy gave him a push, and he tumbled backwards. Before he could stop himself, he was resting on top of one of the tables, his legs in the air. Engy moved with surprising efficiency, and before Draconicon knew it, his feet were -

"Mmph!"

"Gotta keep this big, stupid feet out of the way."

Big stupid feet.

Someone must have fed Engy some of these phrases, because they were not the sort of things that the yellow dragon would normally say. They were, however, the sorts of things that would have been thrown around in that other world. Big stupid feet. Big feet, shown off for all to see. Big feet, an advertisement for a bitch. Big feet, a dumb little slut.

Draconicon groaned under his breath, unable to fight as the yellow dragon managed to improvise a couple of restraints. Leather bands were wrapped around his ankles, pulled tight enough to draw a gasp out of him as he felt his feet being held still. He huffed, gritting his teeth as his cock popped right out of his robe.

"Wow," Engy said, pausing in mid-tightening of one restraint. "Are you enjoying this that much, Master?"

"Mmmmph..."

"Mmm, I guess you're more of a foot slut than I thought. Sub side out in force today, Master? Too tired to want to take control? Too bored of being dominant to fight back this time?"

"Nnnngh...Engy...I swear..."

"Come on. You know that you need a break. And besides, I want to study this. Maybe it's something that we can use another time."

"You...little..."

"No, you're the little Barefoot Bitch, aren't you?"

"Mmmph..."

"Look at these big, stupid feet. So big, so musky, always leaving marks all over the place. The sort of thing that some kind of slut on the street would do, isn't it? Leaving footprints all over the place for respectable people to clean up?"

The dragon was having a hard time thinking of anything else, now. He was halfway back to that other world in his mind, remembering it so strongly. He could almost feel the mud on the cobblestone streets again, almost feel the beating that his feet took on a daily basis when he had been bad. The sensation of being there, of the humiliation, of the foot focus that had beaten such a fetish into him that he could never entirely forget it, came rushing back.

_On his back, his feet shoved through a pair of stocks to show off his shame. Everyone else allowed shoes, footwear, but the dirty bitches kept barefoot so that their muddy, sweaty, dirty soles could show off what they were as effectively as a collar or a brand. _

On his back, his feet pushed through the stocks, every other person pointing and laughing. Laughing at the Barefoot Bitch. Laughing at his big dumb feet. Laughing at the way that he just offered them, dully grinning, big feet, small brain. Big feet, big libido. Big feet, no limits.

One person coming up, taking up a rod and slapping his feet. The dragon moaning, his cock jumping, half-limp but oozing pre-cum constantly, dripping down alogn his belly, drooling all over him as he was marked with his own lust, his own musk. Dirtier, slimier, sweatier. He was a mess.

He was a dirty Barefoot Bitch.

"Holy cow, look at how - man, that guy wasn't kidding."

Draconicon ripped himself out of his own memories with the greatest of efforts, groaning as he managed to look up at his harem member again. Engy was leaning in, rubbing both of the black dragon's feet, running his hands along the bottom of them. Draconicon almost felt it like hands on his cock, like a handjob slowly teasing his cock harder...but nothing was touching his cock. Nothing at all.

"Wow. You can get off to this, master?"

"Nnngh...I can't..."

"I bet you can."

"I -"

"I bet you can be a good Barefoot Bitch and cum from having your feet licked, now."

"You...Engy, stop!"

"Come on, just cum for me. Cum from your big stupid feet."

He groaned, feeling the hot breath of the other dragon along his sensitive soles. His feet burned with an odd heat, and he could feel the warmth spreading along his arches, running down to his heels and up to his toes. Bound in leather bands at the ankles, his feet could not be pulled back, and Engy leaned in to -

"Mmmph..."

Draconicon moaned, feeling that long tongue dragging along his right sole, pulling from the heel all the way to his toes. The longer the lick went, the more that he felt, and the more that his cock throbbed, almost like the sensation was going right to his dick, instead.

This was almost exactly like...like what he had felt...then...

Another lick, then another, going from foot to foot. He could feel the heat growing, and then -

Crack, pop, crack, pop.

He stared as his feet started growing, getting bigger, thicker, wider, longer. His toes started to push upwards, the licks almost seeming to make his feet grow longer. Engy grinned to himself.

"Yay, it works!"

"Engy!"

"Oh, master, come on. Just relax and enjoy it."

"But - Nnngh!"

Another lick, another pulse, another throb. His feet stretched again, already an inch longer than they had been, bigger, dumber -

I'm not...not dumb...

But it was harder to think. Much harder to think as he watched his feet grow that much longer. They had been huge, more than big enough to cover a human's face with just one sole, but now, they were several inches longer than that. He panted hard, shivering as his cock twitched, dancing and throbbing over his stomach.

Soon, he was gasping for breath, his hands helplessly clenching into fists at his sides. He knew...he knew...

It was too hard to think when his feet were being teased. That potion had made them so sensitive, and the more that Engy made them grow, the harder it was to think through all the stimulation that he was getting. He moaned under his breath, his head leaning back, his eyes closing as his cock felt like it was getting closer and closer to release. He arched his back, his toes curling -

"Oh, honest toes. Look at that. They always curl when they get excited, don't they, master?" Engy teased, chuckling as he gave one a nibble, the slight pain and tease running right to the black dragon's cock. "Honest toes, honest cock. Big perverted things, both of them. Looks like you're going to cum, aren't you?"

"Nnnngh..."

"Go on, master. Cum from your feet."

"E-Engy..."

"Cum from your big, dumb feet."

Big dumb feet.

Barefoot Bitch.

Dirty, perverted feet.

He moaned as the next lick drove him over the edge, leaving him cumming hard all over his stomach, up to his chest. His robe was stained with all of his load, leaving him soaked with his seed and his own perversion. He moaned out loud, unable to stop himself as he shivered from head to toe in utter pleasure.

"Nnngh...mmph..."

He panted hard as he felt the pleasure settling in, his cock throbbing all the harder, still. No going soft, not as the yellow dragon licked his feet a few more times. It was only when Engy was able to pull back that Draconicon could open his eyes again.

Then, and only then, did he see what else was in the room.

It was a shadow, something that floated right out of sight. It didn't have a full form of its own, but it had a sort of delicate, green-eyed gaze that looked out of the shadows at him. Green, demonic eyes, eyes that he hadn't seen since that world.

Hello, little Barefoot Bitch, it growled, and Draconicon shivered.

"Engy, that thing -"

"Oh, right, the things."

"No, not - oh fuck. Oh, fuck."

The yellow dragon pulled a pair of metal bands off another table, and Draconicon's eyes just about jumped out of their sockets as he saw them. They were a simple silver band, admittedly, sized for his ankles, but they were familiar. Very, very familiar. They were the same sort of things that foot-slaves, Barefoots, would have worn in that other world. He could feel the magic coming off them, and more, he knew that they would bind his magic down, make it harder for him to use it.

Before he could warn his harem slut, the shadowy figure locked eyes with him. The dragon's exhaustion kept him from fighting back as that green light pressed into his mind, little words, little memories coming back.

Barefoot Bitch...good little Barefoot Bitch...you remember how it felt to be down low...how you didn't have to worry about what people thought of you. You knew that they thought of you as a slut...and you loved it...

Draconicon groaned, his toes curling as Engy approached him. He remembered, alright. Remembered how he had arrived barefoot. Remembered seeing that he was the only one that was barefoot. Remembered how he had been approached and offered money for sex, then hunted, caught. His feet trained, his body conditioned to enjoy showing off his feet, to be a dirty little Barefoot Bitch.

He remembered being submissive for nearly a decade before he managed to break free from that, and he remembered having some seriously intense orgasms throughout that decade, shivering and panting and cumming his brains out over and over and over again.

It was enough to distract him until -

Click.

The first silver band replaced the leather strap on his right leg. His eyes went wide, leaving him staring down at the metal shackle that had been wrapped around his ankle. It felt heavy, tight, cool.

"Oooh, are you sweating more, master?" Engy asked, cocking his head to the side. "Wow. I didn't know that your feet could get that shiny."

It was more than just that. He could feel the sweat drops running down along his sole. They were so sensitive now that he could feel, count each individual droplet running down his foot. His feet...

A Dirty Barefoot Bitch can't help but show off how dirty they are, how perverted, that voice reminded him. No matter how much they try and clean themselves off, they're always dirty on the inside. Dirty bitch. Dirty Barefoot Bitch. Show off those filthy soles and let everyone see what a filthy, depraved dragon you are...

He moaned, shivering, groaning. He had to get away. He had to...he had to get away before this thing...before this demon took him all the way back into those memories. Even as Engy held out the other shackle, Draconicon sized what remained of his magic and -

#

Shimmer, shimmer, shimmer.

It was not his most elegant teleportation, but it was something. The lack of his full magic had meant that it had been slightly less than instantaneous, but it meant that he had managed to get out of the lab before he had been shackled by the second band. That was something. That was some small thing.

He wasn't even sure where in his city he had managed to land, but at least he was away from the demon, and more importantly, away from the hyper-fixated alchemist. Shaking his head, he looked down, taking stock.

He had his robe, but it was soiled to hell and back. He could probably find another one, maybe use his position as head of the city to requisition one, but it would be a little difficult for anyone to take him seriously while he was all covered in his own seed. That was going to take a little doing, and more than a little embarrassment to get past.

But there were other things to worry about, too.

The shackle around his ankle - just one, thankfully, or he would have been bound with no magic at all - had quite a few effects going. One of them, he was very unhappy to see, was that he was bound outside of his skyscraper. He recognized the runes and spell-structure around the band; it warded him against his own property, keeping him...

Oh, damn...

It kept him on the streets. The entire city was, ostensibly, his property. So, he could only enter other structures at the invitation of someone else, and otherwise had to stay on the streets. The demon would likely spread through the skyscraper soon enough, influencing the others to drag him down further.

Shit...shit, shit, shit...What other spells are pushed into this thing?

A few, and none of them helpful to his situation, either. The first one basically ensured that there was no way for him to clean his feet, keeping him a 'dirty' Barefoot Bitch until someone else reached out to clean his foot off. The demon seemed intent on showing him as some filthy, depraved...

Okay, there was some of that, to be sure, but it didn't need to be expressed this way. He blushed, shaking his head.

The second effect would essentially keep the sensitivity going, meaning that walking was going to be a bitch, not to mention anything that was done to his foot would make it very difficult to focus on anything else. That was something that he was semi-used to with the various bits of play that he had done with his harem, so he was pretty sure that he could handle it for a while. Not forever, but for a while.

The third, however, was a little more problematic.

An attention spell...

He'd discovered on that other world that there were various bits of magic in accessories, things that enhanced and detracted attention from where they were worn. The slave bands ensured that someone would keep looking down, pointing their eyes at someone's feet. Even if someone didn't have a foot fetish, they would start getting one the longer that they were in the presence of a Barefoot Bitch. Many started to have possessive leanings, obsessing over specific Barefoots and their feet.

Draconicon remembered having quite the...following...among those that were higher-ranked than him back in that other world. If it hadn't been for the fact that other spells kept him so horny, so needy, so...dirty...he would have been able to manipulate the system from below. Any Barefoot Bitch could have. But the spells kept everyone too horny to think about that, too focused on their pleasures to bother doing anything else.

He sighed, rubbing his forehead. For all that he had done to moderate that system, it seemed that its artifacts were still alive and well, and traveling between the worlds. As well as that demon...

An explosive blast of sound rocked the city, and he, as well as every other person living in Maiyone, looked up at the sky. An announcement was being made from the tower, spread from his skyscraper with his spells. His infrastructure of magic was being used by the harem, he hoped, or...possibly by the demon influencing the harem.

It spread out like streamers of color, the magic changing the color of the sky as the announcement filled the minds of all and sundry. Draconicon could hear it in his head as well as everyone else could.

Attention. Welcome to a new, monthly event, called the Week of Fetish. From now on, we're going to explore some new kinks every month, spending a week to enjoy them outside of the Red Light District. This week, in honor of our dragon overlord, we're going to start experimenting with foot fetish stuff. In a few days, everyone will have to start going barefoot, but starting today, only the most bottom of bottoms - we'll call them 'Barefoot Bitches' - will go barefoot. Remember, if you see someone barefoot, that means that they're free use, and begging for it, so don't disappoint them. That is all.

"...You...fucking..."

The End

Summary: Draconicon is just trying to have a day to himself, but he can't ignore an invitation to spend some time with his local alchemist. Unfortunately, a foot-focused fun time is about to begin...

Tags: M/M, M/solo, Barefoot, Foot Fetish, Foot Focus, Draconicon, Demon, Dragon, Corruption, Harem, Harem City, Bondage, Potion Play, Musk, Sweat, Orgasm from Feet, Series, Self-Indulgent,