Overcome with fear you instantly drop to your knees in her giant hand. You're almost crying as you beg her for mercy.
"Please Laura," you plead, "I'm so sorry I ever abused you. Please don't do anything horrible to me."
Laura smiles at you smugly, enjoying your humiliation and the dramatic role reversal.
"All those nights I spent down on my knees," she says. "All those nights of abuse and neglect, and every demeaning thing you made me do. I'M THE SMART ONE!! I should be the one to dominate this relationship!! If you want mercy from me you will have to earn it. I spent a lot of years as your poor slave, and you have a lot of abuse to make up for! I am your goddess now, and you will worship me and beg for my forgiveness. If you please me, maybe someday I will set you free. If you displease me, your life will be hell!"
Laura lowers you gently to the floor and places you at her feet. She is wearing sporty sneakers, you come up to about her ankle. Her giant feet are at least 2 and a half times the size of you. You feel so incredibly helpless. "BOW TO YOUR GODDESS, AND BEG FOR MY MERCY!"
You drop down to all fours and bow to Laura, completely unable to disobey her. Your mind races for a way out of this situation, but you can't think of anything you could possibly do. You frantically bow and plead with Laura as she smiles down on you and laughs.
"Will you do whatever I tell you, slave?"
You look up at your tremendous new master. "Yes Laura, whatever you say. Just please let me go. Please don't hurt me. Please, please, figure out how to turn me back and I'll be good! Please, please turn me back. I'll do anything you say."
Laura crosses her arms and looks down at you disapprovingly. "Don't you ask me to turn you back. Don't ever ask me that again. The best you can hope for right now is my relative mercy. And I do love the way you beg for it."
You start crying uncontrollably. It's dawning on you that you may be like this forever, and she may not even know HOW to turn you back. She laughs at you, watching you cry, helpless at her feet. She reaches down and picks you up, placing you on the couch near the end by the armrest.
"Now," Laura says. "I've been out since last night, on my feet the whole time, running from place to place and sweating like crazy. I've asked you a hundred times for a foot massage, but you never wanted to. Well, now you have no choice."
Laura sits down on the opposite end of the couch and starts taking off her sneakers.
"Wait, no, what are you doing?" You plead. "How can I massage your feet, they're 3x as big as I am! Please no!"
Laura laughs and swings her legs around, stretching her legs out on the couch toward the end where you are. Her giant stocking feet slide forward and stop right in front of you, towering over you... |