She Makes You Her Foot Bitch

Stacey has had enough of your humiliating display. What transpired today has totally changed her view of you, to the point where now she was reconsidering your relationship.

She squats down and grabs your face with her hand, squishing it.

"Fucking Pathetic. You call yourself a man?"

"Stacey please let me ex-" You felt her other hand slap you hard before you could have a chance to explain yourself.

"Save it bitch, you had plenty of time to explain before you decided to grovel at our feet." You're almost crying now. You worried that you had ruined your chances with her because of today.

"I should just kick you out of my house, block you on everything, and never speak to you again." Your heart sank as she said those words. You would do anything to stop that from happening, so you did the only thing you seemed to be good for, dove at her feet, and started kissing.

"Please don't leave me," you said in between kisses.

"Oh my god, this is too hilarious." You couldn't see her face because you were so focused on worshipping her feet, but she had the smuggest smile.

"Well, I guess I might have a place in my life for a foot bitch." You looked up in shock. She couldn't be serious could she?

"You will get on your knees and kiss both of my feet whenever I enter the room. You will pay for my pedicures and foot massages. You will lick every inch of my feet whenever they're sweaty." This was it. Stacey was going to make you her ****.

And yet you wanted nothing more than that. It was like a switch went off in your brain.

"Yes. Please let me be your foot ****."

You heard her laugh above you. "Oh wow, foot ****. I love it. Well then, ~foot ****~, seal the deal with a kiss." You saw her point down back at her feet, and you didn't wait a single second.

"I am going to love this."