Ending: Foot

From that point onwards, you were nothing more than Stacey's foot ****. In public things were pretty much the same, but she demanded you come back home with here most days. She would just lie down on her stomach on her bed, doing homework, texting a friend, or even watching a show while you were **** to kneel on the ground worshipping her feet.

Eventually she started getting used to the attention and demanded more of you, especially in public. At first she wanted you to refer to her as mistress when other people were dangerously close by, but that was just the start of it. A few weeks after that she would **** you to kneel on the ground at her feet before she went into her classes. People gave you weird looks at first but eventually got used to it.

Finally, a few months later, she wanted you to take off her shoes and socks while kneeling next to her, and give each of her feet a kiss. It sounded like the most humiliating thing ever at the time, but you were already too deep into it at this point. In for a penny in for a pound, and so you did it. Every single day.

Eventually people started referring to you as 'the foot bitch', because that's all you were known for. But only you knew that that wasn't accurate. You weren't Stacey's foot bitch. You were her foot ****. That's all you were good for in your pathetic life.