Scared and unthinking you try again to run. But it's no use. Laura's giant foot comes forward and pins you to the armrest at the edge of the couch. The smell of her foot is overwhelming, unlike anything you've ever smelled before. And her socks, wet from a day's worth of sweat, feel moist against your skin. It's almost too much to bear.
"Ah ah ah," she teases. "You're not going anywhere. And since I warned you already about trying to disobey me, now you have to clean the sweat off my feet."
"No, please Laura. Please I'm sorry!"
Laura reaches down and peels her socks off, releasing you for a moment. Her giant sweaty feet are revealed before you. Her long, slender feminine toes and delicate arches tower above you, inescapable. You can see her smiling at you from the other end of the couch, her head resting comfortably against a pillow on the other armrest. She tilts her foot forward and pins you gently to the other end of the couch. Her massive foot is moist with sweat, and your whole body is pressed against her instep. Her toes leer a few inches (which seems like a few feet) above you.
"Now for trying to escape, you will lick every inch of my feet until they are clean of sweat. And you will scrape underneath my toenails, and you will swallow everything you find between my toes. Understood?"
"Please Laura, I'm sorry. Please let me go, please don't make me do this."
"Do you know how many things I never wanted to do that you made me do in the past ten years??!! You're lucky I don't crush you right now!" Her foot presses a little harder against you and you feel the strain. You feel her raw power and the reality that she could crush you on a whim. "NOW LICK MY FEET!"
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