[EPILOGUE: "PERSONAL FOOT CLEANER"]

Ava the Guard takes you back to her personal chambers and latches your iron collar to the ring by her bed. She removes her leather boots, filling the air with a pungent odor. You watch in horror as she slips the boot over your tiny head. Without any other recourse, you're forced to inhale, taking in the stench of her boot. It's so horrible you want to cry. Finally, after a few hours of breathing in her boot, she slips it off, then pushes you on your back.

Lying just next to the bed on the floor, you see one of her feet hover over you. Finally, she plants it on your face, smearing it with sweat before she finally thrusts her toes in your mouth against your will. Tear stream down your face as she forcibly gags you with her Amazonian foot. The smell and taste is overpoweringly intoxicating. You've never tasted or smelled anything this strong in your life. You desperately wish that your life could have turned out another way.

"Liiiick it! C'mon, slave! Clean my feet! I haven't been able to bathe since the War!"

You close your eyes and do as she commands. Being someone's personal foot cleaner isn't how you thought your career in the Domina Arena would end up. As you pathetically eat the gunk between her toes, you curse yourself for not going in a different direction. If you had gone any other way maybe, just maybe, you wouldn't have been caught by the guard with a foot fetish.

Well, it doesn't matter now. You end up serving Ava long after she's done with her guard job and becomes a full-on Domina. For the rest of your life, you live in her sleeping chambers, massaging, worshipping and licking her feet as she commands. Occasionally, when Ava goes to the tavern, she'll share stories about how she got her first slave. The part where you ran away from a fight after getting your ass kicked only to get caught right away makes all the girls laugh.

You had hoped that people would one day tell stories about your exploits in the arena... but not like this.