Ranma-chan slowly made her way down the stairs, silently moving through the shadows, the tingling down below growing and becoming harder to resist, she allowed her hand to fall and for her index finger to trace her crotch. She let out a pleasurable sigh, she soon reached the bottom of the stairs and rounded the corner, she came to the door and reached for the door knob, twisting it before entering and finding herself in the laundry room.

She flicked on the light switch and headed to the laundry basket, upon opening she was instantly struck with the scent of worn clothing, she reached in and pulled a pair of nylons from the top of the pile, admiring it, she pressed the fabric against her face, inhaling its scent deeply, her mouth beginning to water as she felt the tingling between her thighs grow, her spare hand glided down and into her boxers, she began to tease her hungry pussy, slowly dragging her index finger over it.

She moaned, her cheeks burning scarlet as she closed her eyes, breathing in through her nose to ensure she only inhaled the scent of the footwear, she inserted her finger as images began to run through her head of his fiancés, of them having her worship her feet, fantasising of been their foot slave.

Meanwhile…

Kasumi's alarm went off, 4:30 am, she silently rose from her bed and dressed in her usual attire, letting out a tired sigh, she hated been getting up early but she had no choice, if she didn't get started soon she would never finish the daily chores.

'I really am nothing but a slave to my family' Kasumi inwardly muttered.

She silently moved out of her room, making use of her martial arts training, though it was never completed thanks to her father falling apart after her mother breathed her last, she is, however, the most skilled member of the Tendo clan. She may despise violence but it did help as now she could move through a house filled with martial artists without waking a single one.
She headed down stairs.

'Okay first finish the laundry, then clean the kitchen, then start breakfast, wash up and clean the kitchen again…I'll decide the rest later' she mused before finally reaching the bottom of the stairs and turning to enter the laundry room. She froze, her eyes narrowing, she could sense a powerful aura on the other side of the door.

'Maybe Ryoga got lost again' Kasumi mused, she masked her aura before opening the door, she stiffened at what she saw, Ranma-chan in her usual night attire, lying on the floor, one hand in her boxers, the other massaging her single bare breast, the other still clothed within the vest. With Kasumi's nylons atop her face.
Kasumi slowly and silently shut to the door and moved around the pigtailed girl, looking her up and down, a small smirk growing upon her face.

'Looks like things are finally going my way…you're finally going to pay me back for all the extra work you've caused me for the last three years Ranma' she thought to herself, her mental tone one of excitement as she grew a cruel smirk.

"Ranma, why are you smelling my nylons?" Kasumi asked replacing her façade of pure innocence, the pigtailed girl stiffened and slowly withdrew her hand from her boxers, rather wet and sticky, she released her breast and fixed her vest before removing the nylons with her clean hand.

"Ka…Ka…Kasumi…" Ranma stammered, her face redder than her hair.

"Good morning Ranma…so why were you smelling my nylons?" Kasumi asked adopting her usual vacant expression and ignorant smile.

"W…well…" Ranma stammered.

"Yes?" Kasumi pushed.

"I…I like…them" Ranma stammered.

"You like my nylons, Ranma do you have a foot fetish?" Kasumi asked as she tipped her head onto one side, Ranma lowered her head in humiliation and merely nodded.

"Please don't tell anyone" Ranma quickly said.

"Oh? But surely shouldn't Akane know since she is your fiancé…she should know how to pleasure her husband" Kasumi remarked, Ranma's eyes widened in fear.

"No, no, no…please don't tell her…she'll kill me" Ranma stammered, Kasumi grew a small smirk and let her façade fall, Ranma shivered at the sight of the smirk.

"I'll tell you what Ranma, I won't tell anyone your little secret and even let you have access to my footwear and feet if you do what I say" Kasumi proposed, a dark gleam in her eyes, Ranma looked up at her in fear. She was trapped and she knew it, if she didn't agree everyone would know by tomorrow and everything would be far worse and if she agreed…well who knows what Kasumi would make her do.

"Well?" Kasumi pushed.

"Fine, deal" Ranma admitted in defeat.

"Oh, Ranma you sound like you don't want to have access to my feet" Kasumi teased, Ranma's blush consumed her face, Kasumi couldn't help but giggle, she lifted her foot and placed it inches from Ranma's face.

"Why don't we seal the deal with a kiss" Kasumi stated, Ranma nodded, closing her eyes, taking her foot in hand before delivering a small kiss to the top of Kasumi's foot, she retracted her foot, Ranma couldn't help but lick her lips and secure the taste of her foot.

"Now why don't you get started on the kitchen and breakfast while I do the laundry" Kasumi said, Ranma nodded, rising to her feet and leaving Kasumi behind to go and obey her order.

'Oh this is going to be fun, my own cute, little foot slave' Kasumi mentally gloated.

A/N I don't accept flames, posting it here since it wouldn't let me on the other site.