Give In Again

You found yourself in the same exact position as earlier, except now with your girlfriend instead of her mother. You didn't know if this was more or less humiliating, but either way you knew it would hurt more.

You thought back to all the amazing times you had with her. All the late nights up chatting, the cuddles alone in bed at night, all the cute dates you went on. It almost seemed surreal that you were now here, face pressed into the bare foot of the woman you had fallen in love with, being asked by her mother to kiss and lick it.

And yet in another sense you couldn't wait to do it. It was like a spark was lit within you. As soon as Andrea smashed your face down into Stacey's foot and told you start kissing and licking you've been wanting to do nothing but start worshipping your queen. The humiliation of it all only fueled your desire.

And so you set about your task. You kissed every inch of the top of your girlfriend's left foot, then moved on to her other one after she herself had kicked you in the head to the other side. She was no longer shocked at what was happening. The only look on her face was one of disgust. But there was also a hint of smugness to it, like she felt empowered by what she was making you do.

She didn't even need her mom there anymore. Andrea had moved her foot off of the back of your head a while back, and even walked towards the sofa in the middle of the room to take a seat. Now she was just watching in glee from afar at her daughter's display of newfound dominance.

It was a sight to behold. You had walk into that house a man. But now you were nothing more than a groveling bitch.

Eventually you tired from all the worshipping and stopped. You just stared down at the ground, between Stacey's feet. No one moved. No one said anything. It was almost as if everyone was pondering their next moves. No matter what, you knew that it was your girlfriend held all the cards. She would decide what happens next.