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Yoruichi & Soifon slave
🕑 Added 2025-04-07 09:00:08 +0000 UTCAt the very peak of noon, the sun scorched down over Sokyoku Hill, casting brilliant beams across the new Seireitei. The wind was still, but the heat of the sun was relentless. Yoruichi Shihōin sat gracefully on a stone bench at the very top of the hill, reclining like a queen, her regal Shunkō battle uniform clinging to her toned frame. Her legs were crossed elegantly, and her sandals lay discarded beside her.
Beneath her, Uryu Ishida knelt, completely naked, his once-pristine Quincy pride now reduced to the pathetic form of a panting, foot-licking dog. Sweat trickled down his temples as his tongue dragged across the sweat-glossed soles of Yoruichi's feet, his lips pressed reverently to her pink-painted toenails, which gleamed under the sun. The polish was fresh, a bright contrast to her deep caramel skin, and the scent of her bare soles was pungent—intense from the heat and lack of footwear.
“Good boy,” Yoruichi purred, tilting her head back with a sigh of pleasure. “One last proper worship, hmm? I’m heading out on a long mission soon... and I can’t exactly bring my little foot-pet with me.”
Uryu paused, lips resting on her toes. “Yes, Mistress,” he whispered, his voice empty but obedient. The humiliation burned more than the sun above them—but deeper still, there was submission. Complete.
“You know…” Yoruichi stretched her legs languidly, pressing both soles to his face. “You’ve been quite the entertainment these past few months. But since I’ll be gone, someone has to keep those dirty lips of yours busy. Someone to make sure your tongue doesn't forget its purpose.”
Uryu didn't dare respond. He knew better.
Time passed—minutes, perhaps more. The only sound was the slow rhythm of his tongue against her arch, the occasional wet smack as he sucked the sweat from between her toes. Then, a sharp breeze blew across the hill.
“Ah—Soi Fon!” Yoruichi’s voice broke the silence as she lifted a hand, waving across the stone plaza.
Captain Soi Fon, her long black hair tied in a sharp braid, strode toward them with her usual rigid grace. She still wore her white Captain's haori, which flapped gently in the wind. As she got closer, her sharp black eyes narrowed with visible disgust.
“Yoruichi-sama,” she said in a strained voice, stopping abruptly. Her gaze fell on the naked, kneeling Uryu, still licking away at Yoruichi’s soles, his face dripping with sweat and shame. “You… allow this… to lick your feet?”
Yoruichi chuckled, entirely unbothered. “Oh come now, Soi Fon, don’t be so stiff. He’s my little house pet. And since I’ll be away for the next few weeks…” She slid her feet back from Uryu’s face. “I was hoping you could take care of him for me.”
Soi Fon recoiled slightly. “Take… care? Yoruichi-sama, I command the stealth corps. I don’t need a… naked, slobbering male licking my feet like some dog.”
Yoruichi leaned forward with a smirk. “Are you sure? Because you look exhausted. All that paperwork today—don’t your feet ache in those tight sandals?”
Soi Fon frowned… then looked down. Her feet did ache.
“You never let yourself relax, Captain.” Yoruichi lifted a hand and snapped her fingers. Uryu's body stiffened, then immediately moved. He crawled to Soi Fon’s feet, slowly removing her sandals without even a word.
“Wha—wait, don’t—” Soi Fon began to protest, but Uryu’s hands were gentle, precise. He began massaging her feet, his fingers kneading into the tense soles, thumbs working the arch with skill born of routine and desperation.
Soi Fon clenched her jaw. “Tch…” she hissed softly. She wanted to yank her foot away… but it felt so good. She leaned back slightly on the bench beside Yoruichi, exhaling through her nose. “Fine. Five minutes.”
Yoruichi smiled knowingly. “He’s very good, isn’t he? I’ve trained that mouth and those hands quite well.”
Uryu moved lower, his tongue now lapping across the ball of Soi Fon’s foot. She twitched. “W-Wait—he’s licking?!”
“Mmhmm,” Yoruichi said smugly. “Now tell him to suck each toe. He knows how to clean them, even the sweat that pools under the nails.”
“Under the— gods…” Soi Fon muttered, her face flushing from heat and disbelief. But she watched, wide-eyed, as Uryu’s tongue slipped between her toes, his lips wrapping one by one around her digits, sucking gently, then deeper, dragging the salty grime from each crevice.
Her feet were absolutely soaked—a mixture of sweat and sandal grime—and the sight of him willingly cleaning them made her shiver with some twisted mix of disgust… and unexpected satisfaction.
“…He obeys you completely,” Soi Fon said slowly, still watching him suck her middle toe. “Even with this level of humiliation. How?”
Yoruichi looked down at her slave with amusement. “Once… he dared resist. Once. He raised his voice at me.” She shrugged. “I put him on all fours and made him eat the dirt off my soles until he sobbed. Pride breaks easily when it’s beneath a foot.”
Uryu didn’t stop. His face was red, tears in his eyes from shame—but his tongue worked faster, smoother, as he switched to Soi Fon’s other foot.
Soi Fon stared at the broken creature at her feet, feeling a tingle in her chest. “…He’s already this broken?”
“Trained,” Yoruichi corrected. “He’ll be yours until I return. Use him as a footrest, a massage tool, a mop if you like. Just don’t let his tongue go dry.”
Soi Fon didn’t speak. She just watched him for a while longer, feeling his warm breath between her toes, the way he whimpered softly as he kissed the blackened sweat from her soles.
Finally, she nodded. “I’ll… do my best.”
Yoruichi chuckled and leaned forward, cupping Soi Fon’s chin. She kissed her—a long, wet kiss that left both their lips glistening as she pulled away.
“Have fun,” Yoruichi whispered with a wink.
And with a flash of Shunpo, she vanished into the horizon.
Soi Fon sat in stunned silence, her bare feet resting gently on Uryu’s shoulders as he returned to licking her toes with robotic devotion. She looked down at him, then slowly relaxed against the bench, letting herself enjoy the feeling.
The strongest Quincy… now reduced to nothing more than a pair of lips and a tongue at her feet.
She smiled faintly.
This might not be so bad after all.
