He thinks there is hope! Thats cute.

“Hell no! What is wrong with you!” he shouts, you see his arm move to push your foot away, and before he can you shove your foot into his mouth. Your toes find his tongue and grip it tightly as he stares in disbelief. “MMPHM!” he protests. “Listen bitch, I own you now, whether you like it or not.” Your fluid voice became aggressive and domineering, and all he can do is listen. “You don’t have a choice. In fact, I’ll give you the last real choice you are ever going to make.” A victorious smirk drew across your face as you continue, “You can come with me now like a good bitch, but if you choose to stay here, I will be alone in the dining for a while. When you are ready to submit, come and find me and we can talk.” You remove your foot and leave him on the floor in a stunned silence, humiliated and clinging desperately to hope. Without another word you slide your pink flip flops on your feet and head towards the dining hall to wait.