At Riley's feet.

Your place is at Riley's feet. Always. After hours of **** on her bare feet, you've accepted that now. She defeated you, and now you're nothing more than her pet.

Looking up, you see the girl of your dreams sitting on your stomach, her beautiful legs arched as she crams both feet in your mouth at once. Writhing on the ground pathetically, you can only offer your tongue and do the best you can to please Riley.

Riley just browses her phone and lets out the occasional soft moan or giggle, clearly enjoying herself. Her roommates turn on the TV and play some relaxing beats while they play on their smartphones, barely reacting to your "situation" at all. Hours pass as you suck Riley's toes obediently, squirming less and less as your strength leaves you and your will fades away. Riley has you effortlessly pinned under her ass and is using your face as a footrest. You can't imagine a more humiliating end to this day. The cruel indifference of your crush gagging you with her smelly bare feet for hours on end makes you want to cry, but you're completely helpess, exhausted, and defeated.

You look up to see Riley pointing the front of her phone directly in front of your face. You can only look up as you continue to slavishly wrap your tongue around her big toe, your face now smeared with dirt and spit.

"I'm gonna send this to everybody, haha."

You groan in agony as the humiliating sting of defeat overwhelms you. She laughs cruelly as you continue to service her feet for hours and hours on end. Eventually, your senses dull and you stop thinking. The rest of the world melts away and your entire being is dedicated to a singular object of worship: Riley's dirty, stinky, sweaty feet.

"This is all you deserve."

Your hopes of ever being Riley's boyfriend fade away as well, and you slowly but surely accept your place as the smell of Riley's sweaty feet corrupts and melts your mind.