You helplessly start lapping up the sweat from Laura's giant foot. You hear her moan softly with pleasure as she enjoys your degradation. There's so much sweat on her foot that it's almost like lapping up rainwater. It's salty and overpowering, and the smell completely envelops you. But you are powerless, and as you lick away at Laura's arch she puts more an more pressure, pinning you hard against the armrest of the couch.
"Ohhh yeah, that's a good boy, lick up all that sweat." Laura's giant toes wriggle with pleasure above your head as your tongue glides up and down her sweaty arch. You start to feel a little sick - you've got so much foot sweat sliding down your throat and into your tiny stomach. You're pressed against such a massive wall of smooth, sweaty skin - you've got so much more work to do. Your tongue aches from the sheer volume of the task.
"You like how that tastes? Huh? Yeah that's it, massage my feet with your pathetic little mouth." Laura giggles as she teases you, relishing in your humiliation. She slides her foot down so you're positioned between her big and second toe. You immediately start licking between them, swallowing giant pieces of toejam and trying your best not to vomit from the smell and the taste. You know that with one motion she could crush you to death between her toes. You bite down and slide your teeth back and forth at the meeting of her two toes. She moans with pleasure, "ohhhh yeah, that's a good boy. Keep doing that. Worship my feet."
It takes you about an hour of diligently licking between every toe, sucking the sweat off of every inch of Laura's soles before she is satisfied. She bends her legs at the knees, sliding her feet away from you and releasing you, letting out a satisfied sigh. You collapse onto your stomach, completely exhausted. You feel like you could throw up at any moment from the residual taste of Laura's foot sweat in your mouth. You look up at her from across the couch. The beautiful giantess, smiling at you. You are prostrate before her, completely at her mercy, her utterly helpless and obedient slave. She is so large and powerful now compared to you - you must bow and worship her. The tables have turned so hard on you. You're panting and teary eyed.
"Mmmm, it's so nice to be pleasured for once. I think I'll have you worship my feet every day when I get back from work. They feel so nice right now," she smirks. You bury your face in the couch, sobbing gently. There's nothing you can do. Your mind is panicked at the prospect of being a slave to Laura's giant feet for the rest of your life. You don't know if you can handle the experience even ONE more time.
"But my pretty feet aren't quite clean yet," Laura says, smiling and wriggling her slender, feminine toes in front of you. "I need you to get all this dirt out from under my toenails."
You heart sinks. You resort again to begging. "No Laura, please. I can't. I'm so exhausted, please let me rest. Please don't make me clean your toenails, it's too degrading. Please." Your voice sounds so pathetic to even your own ears.
"Mmm, I love it when you beg for me... but I can't let you off this time. My toenails need to be cleaned, and don't you want my feet to be pretty for when you rub your mouth all over them again tomorrow?" You say nothing but sob. Laura grabs a toothpick from the table and places it in front of you. It's heavy like a spear. Laura turns and turns on the TV, waiting for you to get to work. You look down at your instrument, and then to Laura's feet in front of you. With her soles face down on the couch her toes come up to your waist. You can see all the details of the skin of her big toe, and the dirt underneath her toenail. You can barely stand the thought of cleaning out all her toenails. You wretch with the thought. And then you wonder -if you gave her a good jab with the toothpick, would it distract her long enough for you to escape? |