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Colleagues (Part 4) - Omelette

Added 2023-06-14 06:59:01 +0000 UTC

The next day when Naomi came home from work she hasn’t gone through the shower, she almost immediately sat in the living room and started removing her heels, then placed her feet on the table and made a long tired sigh.

In a few seconds, the suffocating smell already filled your cage, strong feminine sweat, you watched her feet - they were dirty, filled with dry sweat marks and dirt.

“What a day”, she said, “Greg you wouldn’t believe, they decided to make the deadline a month early, I was like - but Greg is missing, and Samantha insisted that it must be released, Ugh, I swear-“ she kept babbling about work but you desperately gasped for air, Johnathan was coughing too, it was so terrible.

It reminded you of your visit to the Amazonas a few years ago, the moist air and how hard to breath it was, just a hundred times worse, and with a suffocating stinky smell.

“Anyway…” she said and leaned forward, opened your cage, “after a day like that - I really need my feet pampered, so please do a good job”, she said and turned on TV. She ignored Jonathan and left his cage locked.

You took a step out, covering your nose.

“N-Naomi” you called but she ignored it, “h-hey!”

It was so frustrating, you watched her soles, you literally saw a drop of sweat sliding from her big and second toe down on the ball of her foot, it was disgusting, you felt like the smell was being soaked inside your bones.

You didn’t even want to touch it in order to get her attention.

“Naomi! Please listen for a second!!” You screamed and jumped.

She slid her foot to your face, “sorry Greg, I’m so tired, can you just do it for me? Thanks”, she said indifferently.

You took a step back and gagged.

“J-Just take a shower please! Come on!” You cried helplessly, she couldn’t hear you, she scrunched her toes a few times, dirt rained over you.

“Between the toes like last time please, deep tissue”, she said nonchalantly and pushed your face with her sole gently so you start.

Reluctantly, you placed your hands on her sole and started pushing, struggling to breathe, you kept coughing over and over again.

“How can you do this?” Johnathan called from the cage, covering his nose with both hands.

You didn’t respond, it was humiliating as it is.

Your hands got sticky, smeared over the sweaty surface, it was disgusting, and she slowly placed her toes in front of you again, spreading them, you miserably got your hands inside and caressed, it was filled with disgusting gunk and all sorts of densed dirt stuck there.

“Oh Greg, while you’re there can you do me a favor and clean it up for me? It’s so tiring getting my fingers there while taking a shower”, she said calmly and pinched your upper body with her toes, “it would mean the world for me”.

Degraded, you started caressing your hands harder against the gunk, scratching it out.

“You’re doing such a good job Greg”, she said with pleasure, “but… I’m not sure you are using the right muscles, honestly”, she giggled.

You raised your head and looked at her, coughing a few times, “Naomi, I can’t breath, please take a sho-“

You went silent when you realized she’s pointing at her tongue, you looked at your hands, sticky and dirty, you were shaking.

“Don’t you think it would be more effective? And you’ll even get dinner while indulging me”, she said with a smile.

“Y-You want me to eat that?” You asked in shock, pointing at the gap between her toes.

She laughed quietly and hid her mouth with her hand, “is that too much to ask of you Greg? Thought it would be nice”

Shaking, you took a step back, “n-nice? Naomi, this is c-crazy”

“Don’t be like that Greg, it’s just a friendly foot treatment”, she wiggled her toes in front of you, the putrid smell got you moving your face sideways and you took another step back.

“No!” You said with a choking voice, “I.. I can’t”, you almost started crying.

“Oh”, she said, disappointed, “well I’m not going to force you, that’s ok”, she said with a smile.

“Really?” You asked, your eyes already wet with tears.

“What? Of course Greg, I just thought it would be nice and I would’ve enjoyed it a lot, but if you can’t do it that’s ok, you can go back to your cage”, she pointed at it.

You nodded, shocked with the whole situation, “thank you N-Naomi”, you said, not taking it for granted, you knew she could easily force you into it.

“No worries”, she said and bent forward as you stepped inside your cage, she locked it behind you, you turned to her.

“C-Can I please have something to eat and drink?” You asked.

Naomi looked at you with a confused face, “eat and drink?” She asked.

You nodded slowly.

“Hmm, I’m not sure you quite earned it today, you know?” She said and placed a finger on her chin, “yeah, you definitely weren’t a good boy today”.

You gulped, tears started flowing out, “w-what?”

“I even offered you food and you refused it”, she shrugged.

“It.. It wasn’t food, Naomi please, you are joking, right?”

“Joking?”

“I’m hungry and thirsty”, you miserably said.

“Oh, well I’m sorry to hear it Greg, but in this house you gotta work for these luxuries, I think it’s fair”, she was still smiling nonchalantly.p

“It’s not a luxury, it’s a necessity, we will die without it”, you argued.

“Well Greg, sounds like next time you should be a good boy then”, she laughed and walked away to shower.

You stood there, shocked, trembling, you never even could imagine Naomi acting like that, she was a monster.

“I told you”, Johnathan said from the upper part of the cage.

You sat and held your head, you felt the sticky substance on your hair, so you held your hands in front of your face again, they were soaked in Naomi’s foot sweat and gunk.

You got your tongue out and started licking it, gagging and coughing, but you had to eat something, you sucked it and swallowed, it was the most disgusting thing you ever had to do to survive.

Naomi came out of the shower, playfully humming to herself and making her dinner, this time she wasn’t eating at the table, she came to the living room and placed her meal next to you.

It was an Omelette with fresh bread and cut vegetables.

She sighed and stretched her hands up, “to be honest I’m not even that hungry, but a queen gotta eat”, she said and grabbed a cherry tomato, eating it with passion.

You looked at her with puppy eyes, drooling, she had a glass of cold orange juice there too, she drank it, making a satisfied “ahhh…” afterwards.

She kept eating in joy.

You got your hand out of the cage and waved, “ok, I’ll do it”, you called out in tears.

“Hmm?” She looked at you, munching her omelet.

“I’ll do whatever you want!” You cried.

“Oh that’s cute of you Greg, but it’s too late, I already took a shower”, she shrugged and placed another piece of omelet in her mouth, closing her eyes and swallowing it slowly, “ah, so good”.

“P-Please, Naomi, just a few crumbs, I’ll do anything”, you were ready to degrade yourself to nothing just for a taste.

“Hmmmm…” she looked sideways, thinking, “nah, I can’t spoil you like that, a free meal?”

“J-Just tell me what to do!” You called.

“Well… if you insist, I’m willing to give you a drop of my orange juice, if you kiss my sole”

“Ok”, you quickly said, you didn’t even care anymore.

She smiled and placed her foot on the table, slowly dragging it all the way to the cage until her sole pressed your bars.

Humiliated and defeated, you kneeled in front of it and gave it a long passionate kiss while crying.

“Such a good boy Greg”, she said with pleasure, “ok you definitely earned it”, she dipped her finger inside the orange juice and held her nail between the bars, you quickly sipped it desperately and she pulled it back.

It was so good, you wanted more but considering a moment ago you were about to get nothing, it was satisfying.

“What about you babe? Will you kiss my foot for a drink?” She asked Jonathan, but he was still with his back to her, “suit yourself”, she said and looked at her meal, “well I’m stuffed”, she said and shrugged, lowered her foot back to the floor and picked up the dish.

She used her fork to wipe everything down the trash, mountains of precious delicious food falling inside to be gone forever, it would mean nothing for her to share it and she wouldn’t do it, even the orange juice glass was half full and she just drenched it down the sink, it was like she did it slowly on purpose.

She sighed and yawned, “well, good night boys”, she giggled and turned off the lights, then went to the bedroom.

You grabbed the bars tightly and started shaking them, desperately trying to break one and escape.

“What are you doing?” Jonathan asked.

“I’m getting out of here”, you said, kicking the bars.

“You are wasting energy, the seller told me it’s ‘inescapable’, only now I understand what she actually meant”, he said in a tired voice.

“H-How could you be so stupid!” You shouted and looked up, “she asked you to buy a fucking cage! What did you think it’s for?!”

“I wasn’t thinking”, he shrugged, “I thought it’s impossible to shrink if you’re vaccinated”

“Aren’t you watching the news?! You… you fucking dumbass!” You kicked the bars as hard as you could and it didn’t even creek.

“Not really, it gave me anxiety, I stopped watching the news ever since the first waves of the pandemic”, he explained.

“Argh… whatever… you better share the burden of treating her feet man, it’s your fucking wife not mine”, you said in anger as you sat down.

He sighed and rested his sides on the bars, “I can’t believe you kissed her sole”, he said, then slowly started laughing.

“Are you insane? I was starving” you said in shock.