Your Soul for Her Soles

And here you have my new rendition of my OC Layla.

I really love this girl, and once again I've collaborated to bring you both a picture and a story, courtesy of my friend spicynachocheese

Hope you all like it. Who doesn't have a space for a devil girl in their heart?

Layla sat at her desk, a wide smile on her face as she scribbled away. Being a demon had its perks, especially when you could use it to get what you wanted. Ever since she’d been assigned to the contracting section of Hell, she had made this same deal time and time again. She could almost write it out in her sleep, or with her eyes closed.
An hour with her feet, in exchange for their eternal soul.
The very concept almost made her laugh. Why would so many people be willing to trade their life away for an hour of playing? Though, to be fair, she did have some pretty feet. Layla looked down and wiggled her toes. Like the rest of her skin, the tops of her feet were bright red. Her black claws extended from the tips, which she would sometimes pull in and out when she was bored. Her soles were a shade of pink; definitely brighter than the rest of her feet, but not bright enough that they were distracting. She understood why so many people could love her feet, and yet had a difficult time fathoming why they would be worth signing over one’s own free will for? She decided not to waste any more time thinking about it, and just focus on finishing the contract.

”Alright, contract is done.” Layla announced, her bare soles smacking the floor as she walked over to the designated soul trading room. “Who’s the horny sucker I’m trading with toda-”
She froze in the middle of her sentence. Normally, she expected to see some drooling neckbeard in a chair sitting in front of her desk, but today was different.
It was a woman, and a beautiful one at that.
Layla started quivering a little bit. She was gorgeous! She had black hair that ran down to her shoulders, the colour matching the thick-rimmed glasses on her face. Her complexion was so clean, Layla almost wanted to lick her face. She was dressed in a pantsuit, looking like she was some sort of business woman.
”H-Hi.” She nervously waved while trying to keep her computer. Layla noticed she was barefoot as well, her discarded high heels laying in the corner of the room.
”Uh, hey.” Layla returned, rubbing the back of her head. “So, you’re my next appointment, then?”
”That’s right...” The woman said nervously. “I’m Jordan.”
Right, Jordan. How could she forget? When she saw it on her list of appointments, Layla had assumed it was another sweaty dude looking to cure his case of blue balls. But this was the first time Layla had encountered a girl since she’d been moved to this position.
”Jordan, yes. T-That’s correct.” Layla was stammering a little bit as she walked over to the other side of the desk. They were both clearly incredibly attracted to one another. “S-So, ahem, Jordan, what brings you do the Soul Bargaining District of Hell?”
Jordan looked up, giving Layla a clear view of her bright blue eyes. “I’m so busy all of the time... I never have a chance to indulge myself in my fetish. I told myself I’d do anything just for a release, and, well, here we are.”
Layla listened intently, for once she almost started to feel a bit sympathetic. “Well, Jordan,” Layla said as she put her feet on her desk, ankles crossed. “Today is your lucky day, dear. Sign this contract, and you can have my soles for your soul.” Layla held up the contract so Jordan could sign it, which the business woman did almost immediately.
”Very well,” Layla said, getting excited as she lead Jordan to the other end of the room. “Let’s get started, shall we?”
Layla took Jordan to a tickle chair. It was made of leather, shaped to force whomever was strapped into it into a “Y” position. At the end of it lay a foot stockade, with two holes for each ankle. A tiny leather box with strings on it sat on top, intended to be used for tying toes back.
Layla sat on the chair and locked her ankles into the plank of wood. “Alright, Jordan, do as you please!”
Jordan’s face lit up. An entire hour with these feet! Perfect! She wasted no time in thing Layla to the chair, first tying all ten of her toes back, then tying her wrists to the sides of the chair. Instead of the usual “Y” shape, Layla was sitting upright with her feet locked in the stocks in front if her, with her wrists tied to the legs of the chair. This wasn’t a common tie, so Layla was again impressed with the variety. She expressed this to Jordan, who replied with a quick thanks and a blush.

Finally, Jordan dug in. She started by tickling Layla’s arches with her nails, which proved to be fairly effective as the demon started laughing.
”Ehehehehehehehehahahahahhahahahahahahaha!!” Layla enjoyed the sensation, embracing the calm before the storm.
Once Jordan had her fill, she moved up to Layla’s toes, starting with the small one and working her way up. This made Layla jump a little, alternating between laughter and “eep!”
When Jordan got to the big toes, however, this was what made Layla go crazy. One touch made Layla’s claws retract by reflex.
”Wow, you can do that?” Jordan exclaimed, not letting up in the slightest while scratching her big toes. “Better keep those retracted... Wouldn’t want too many holes in my face when I get to sucking.”
This made Layla blush, not that it was obvious through how red her face was from both the tickling and her skin.
Jordan kept scratching the big toes for what had felt like ten minutes, and Layla was in hysterics. Good thing she was already in the afterlife, or she might have died! She was jumping around, hoping and trying to break free of the vicious toe ties. Thankfully for both of them, they held true.
They experimented with other tickle spots fairly quickly, such as the navel and the neck, but it was agreed that the feet were by far the most interesting to both parties.

Finally, both decided what had to come next; after applying a healthy helping of baby oil to Layla’s soles, Jordan grabbed a nearby hairbrush and began scrubbing as fast and lightly as she could.
Layla was in hysterics, but Jordan knew she had to take it even further.
Grabbing an electric toothbrush with her spare hand, Jordan pointed the tool onto Layla’s big toes and insteps.
This made Layla go even more crazy, just like Jordan had wanted. Her goal was to drive the monster to orgasm.
Tickling and tickling, turning Layla’s soles from pink to red in the process, Layla was steadily getting closer and closer to climax.
Finally, Jordan leaned in and told her, “I only have a limited amount of time, you know. It might be a good idea to go a little faster, so we can move on to other things...” She teased, adding a quick rub through Layla’s shorts.
That seemed to be enough for the red beauty; she let out a mighty roar, her claws coming in and out rapidly. Jordan made a joke about expecting her to expel fire, which made Layla laugh through her panting.
Once Layla’s breathing had returned to normal, Jordan loosened the toe ties and took Layla out of the chair, guiding her to a bed to the left of the chair.
Laying down with her feet on the foot of the bed frame, Jordan sat on the floor and began worshipping the Hell-spawn’s tender little soles.

She started at the heels, a spot she had deliberately passed over on her first go-around. Biting them gently, the sensations made Layla give out the most adorable giggle. Jordan didn’t spend too much time here, though. She slowly moved her way up to Layla’s arch, nibbling slowly. Eventually, this nibbling turned into a long, slow lick up and down the length of her pink sole. Layla leaned back and moaned. If only she’d gotten a full-time foot attendant, instead of a couple of annoying fratboys and manchildren who had only seen foot porn without any real experience. Jordan clearly knew her way around, that was for sure.
Finally, the grand finale; nibbling and sucking on Layla’s toes. Making sure her claws were retracted, Layla watched with anticipation as Jordan’s soft lips made contact with her toes. When they finally did, the sensation was so fantastic that Layla ran her hand through her hair. Mmm, mmm!! Nothing felt better! The entire scenario reminded Layla of a picture she’d seen online of a zombie girl licking her own feet... Wonder how well a job that chick would do? Hopefully some day she’d find out, but for now, her mind was totally blown. She must have been laying on the bed for what felt like an hour...

...Wait, an hour?! Layla shot up looked at the clock, nearly kicking Jordan in the face. Sure enough, her and Jordan had been playing for nearly three hours! That was waaaaaaaaay overtime! She turned to Jordan, and they both knew that they didn’t want the ride to be over.
But, rules were rules, unfortunately, and Jordan had had more than her fair share of playtime.
“Well... It’s been fun, Layla.” Jordan said dejectedly, standing up. “Guess I’d better get going, my soul belongs to Hell now.” She started walking out of the door when Layla sprang up.
”Jordan, wait!” The business lady stopped in her tracks and looked at her.
“You played with my feet for three hours when you were supposed to only have one.” Layla asserted. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to be punished accordingly.”
Jordan smiled. “And what, oh great devil, is my punishment?”
Layla tried to hold back her joy as she walked over to the tickle chair.
”I’m afraid I’m gonna have to strap you in,” Layla grinned.
Jordan giggled and walked over. It was obvious that her stay in Hell was going to be much, much better than she anticipated.
And sure enough, it was. After her “punishment,” Layla invited Jordan back to her place. It was clear these two were going to be spending a lot of time together, and loving each and every second of it.