No!

“Hell no! What is wrong with you!” you move your arm to push her foot away, but before you can she shoves her foot in your mouth. A rush of salty flavor fills your senses as her toes grip your tongue.

“MMPHM!” You try to protest, but to no avail. “Listen bitch, I own you now, whether you like it or not.” her voice had adopted a soft, but domineering tone, and all you 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 her face as she continued, “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.” she relieves your mouth of her foot and walks out the door sliding flip flops on her feet before exiting, leaving you alone on the floor, humiliated and clinging to hope.