Sarah’s heart raced as she scrolled through the forum, her fingers trembling slightly on the mouse. The screen glowed in the dim light of her bedroom, casting shadows that seemed to pulse with her growing excitement. She had stumbled upon this corner of the internet by accident—or maybe it was fate—and now she couldn’t pull herself away. The posts were explicit, full of longing and confession, about a fetish she hadn’t even realized she shared until now: foot worship. But it wasn’t just admiration that caught her attention. It was the idea of being dominated, of feeling the weight of a woman’s foot pressing down on her, claiming her. The thought made her cheeks flush and her body tingle in ways she couldn’t explain.A new message popped up in her inbox, and her breath hitched. The username was simple—OliviaLvr—and the subject line made her pulse quicken: I think we should talk. Sarah hesitated for only a moment before clicking it open.Hi there, the message began. I’ve been watching your profile, and I think we might have something in common. I’m older, experienced, and very much in control. If you’re serious about exploring this side of yourself, I’d like to help you. Let me know if you’re interested.Sarah bit her lip, her mind racing. She hadn’t expected to find someone so quickly—and certainly not someone so assertive. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, torn between curiosity and caution. Finally, she typed a reply: I’m interested. What did you have in mind?The response came almost immediately. Good girl. I want to see you submit. I want to feel your body beneath my feet, to watch you squirm as I press my heel into you. Are you ready for that?Sarah’s chest tightened, and she felt a warmth spreading through her core. She wasn’t sure if she was ready, but she couldn’t deny the pull of Olivia’s words. Yes, she typed back. I’m ready.The next message made her heart stop. Then let’s meet. Come to my place tomorrow night. I’ll send you the address. Sarah stared at the screen, her mind reeling. This was moving faster than she’d anticipated, but the thought of finally indulging her secret desires was too tempting to resist. She agreed, and a moment later, the address appeared in her inbox.The next evening, Sarah stood outside the door, her hand trembling as she raised it to knock. She had spent all day second-guessing herself, but now that she was here, there was no turning back. The door swung open before she could knock, and her breath caught in her throat.Standing before her was a woman in her late 40s, with sharp features and an air of confidence that made Sarah feel both intimidated and aroused. She was dressed in a sleek black dress that hugged her figure, and her feet—Oh God, her feet—were bare, her toenails painted a deep, blood red. Sarah couldn’t help but stare, her mouth going dry.“I’m Olivia,” the woman said, her voice low and smooth. “Come in, Sarah.” Sarah stepped inside, her heart pounding as the door clicked shut behind her. The air felt charged, and she could feel Olivia’s gaze on her, studying her, assessing her.“You’re nervous,” Olivia observed, a faint smile playing on her lips. “That’s good. Nervousness means you’re willing to step outside your comfort zone. Let’s see if you’re truly ready for this.”Sarah swallowed hard, her body tingling with anticipation. “I-I think I am,” she stammered.Olivia’s smile widened, and she took a step closer, her bare feet moving silently across the floor. “Good. Then kneel.”The command sent a shiver down Sarah’s spine, and she dropped to her knees without hesitation. The hardwood floor was cool against her skin, but she barely noticed. All she could focus on was Olivia, standing over her, her feet so close she could almost feel their warmth.“Look at my feet,” Olivia said, her voice commanding. “Admire them. Worship them. This is what you want, isn’t it?”Sarah nodded, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She reached out tentatively, her fingers brushing against the smooth skin of Olivia’s foot. It was softer than she’d imagined, and the heat radiating from it made her pulse quicken.“Not like that,” Olivia said sharply, pulling her foot back. “You’re not in control here. I am. You’ll do as I say, when I say it. Understood?”Sarah nodded again, her cheeks burning with embarrassment—and excitement. “Yes, Olivia.”“Good.” Olivia placed her foot gently on Sarah’s shoulder, the weight of it sending a jolt of electricity through her body. “Now, tell me what you want.”Sarah hesitated, her voice trembling. “I… I want to feel your foot on me. I want you to… to trample me.”Olivia’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction, and she pressed her foot down harder, making Sarah gasp. “That’s better. But you’ll need to be more specific. Where do you want my foot?”Sarah’s mind raced, her body responding to Olivia’s dominance in ways she hadn’t expected. “On… on my chest. And then… my stomach. And then… anywhere you want.”Olivia chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down Sarah’s spine. “Good girl. But we’ll start slow. I want to see

Sarah’s heart raced as she scrolled through the forum, her fingers trembling slightly on the mouse. The screen glowed in the dim light of her bedroom, casting shadows that seemed to pulse with her growing excitement. She had stumbled upon this corner of the internet by accident—or maybe it was fate—and now she couldn’t pull herself away. The posts were explicit, full of longing and confession, about a fetish she hadn’t even realized she shared until now: _foot worship_. But it wasn’t just admiration that caught her attention. It was the idea of being _dominated_, of feeling the weight of a woman’s foot pressing down on her, claiming her. The thought made her cheeks flush and her body tingle in ways she couldn’t explain.

A new message popped up in her inbox, and her breath hitched. The username was simple—**OliviaLvr**—and the subject line made her pulse quicken: _I think we should talk._ Sarah hesitated for only a moment before clicking it open.

_Hi there,_ the message began. _I’ve been watching your profile, and I think we might have something in common. I’m older, experienced, and very much in control. If you’re serious about exploring this side of yourself, I’d like to help you. Let me know if you’re interested._

Sarah bit her lip, her mind racing. She hadn’t expected to find someone so quickly—and certainly not someone so assertive. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, torn between curiosity and caution. Finally, she typed a reply: _I’m interested. What did you have in mind?_

The response came almost immediately. _Good girl. I want to see you submit. I want to feel your body beneath my feet, to watch you squirm as I press my heel into you. Are you ready for that?_

Sarah’s chest tightened, and she felt a warmth spreading through her core. She wasn’t sure if she was ready, but she couldn’t deny the pull of Olivia’s words. _Yes,_ she typed back. _I’m ready._

The next message made her heart stop. _Then let’s meet. Come to my place tomorrow night. I’ll send you the address._ Sarah stared at the screen, her mind reeling. This was moving faster than she’d anticipated, but the thought of finally indulging her secret desires was too tempting to resist. She agreed, and a moment later, the address appeared in her inbox.

The next evening, Sarah stood outside the door, her hand trembling as she raised it to knock. She had spent all day second-guessing herself, but now that she was here, there was no turning back. The door swung open before she could knock, and her breath caught in her throat.

Standing before her was a woman in her late 40s, with sharp features and an air of confidence that made Sarah feel both intimidated and aroused. She was dressed in a sleek black dress that hugged her figure, and her feet—*Oh God,* her feet—were bare, her toenails painted a deep, blood red. Sarah couldn’t help but stare, her mouth going dry.

“I’m Olivia,” the woman said, her voice low and smooth. “Come in, Sarah.” Sarah stepped inside, her heart pounding as the door clicked shut behind her. The air felt charged, and she could feel Olivia’s gaze on her, studying her, assessing her.

“You’re nervous,” Olivia observed, a faint smile playing on her lips. “That’s good. Nervousness means you’re willing to step outside your comfort zone. Let’s see if you’re truly ready for this.”

Sarah swallowed hard, her body tingling with anticipation. “I-I think I am,” she stammered.

Olivia’s smile widened, and she took a step closer, her bare feet moving silently across the floor. “Good. Then kneel.”

The command sent a shiver down Sarah’s spine, and she dropped to her knees without hesitation. The hardwood floor was cool against her skin, but she barely noticed. All she could focus on was Olivia, standing over her, her feet so close she could almost feel their warmth.

“Look at my feet,” Olivia said, her voice commanding. “Admire them. Worship them. This is what you want, isn’t it?”

Sarah nodded, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She reached out tentatively, her fingers brushing against the smooth skin of Olivia’s foot. It was softer than she’d imagined, and the heat radiating from it made her pulse quicken.

“Not like that,” Olivia said sharply, pulling her foot back. “You’re not in control here. I am. You’ll do as I say, when I say it. Understood?”

Sarah nodded again, her cheeks burning with embarrassment—and excitement. “Yes, Olivia.”

“Good.” Olivia placed her foot gently on Sarah’s shoulder, the weight of it sending a jolt of electricity through her body. “Now, tell me what you want.”

Sarah hesitated, her voice trembling. “I… I want to feel your foot on me. I want you to… to trample me.”

Olivia’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction, and she pressed her foot down harder, making Sarah gasp. “That’s better. But you’ll need to be more specific. Where do you want my foot?”

Sarah’s mind raced, her body responding to Olivia’s dominance in ways she hadn’t expected. “On… on my chest. And then… my stomach. And then… anywhere you want.”

Olivia chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down Sarah’s spine. “Good girl. But we’ll start slow. I want to see

A young woman, Sarah, discovers her hidden foot fetish and seeks out a dominant partner online. She is surprised to find her mother, Olivia, who shares the same desires, and they embark on a forbidden journey of mutual pleasure and submission. Their relationship delves into the taboo dynamics of dominance and submission, with Sarah craving the sensation of Olivia's heel pressing against her most sensitive areas.

Forbidden Foot Fetish: Daughter and Mother's Taboo Trample Desires

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