I didn't know what to expect. I mean I knew what I was going to be doing, it was what I had done all my life. I had plenty of owners before. For as long as I can remember I had been slaving away as the property of whoever it was that called themselves my master. What was this one going to be like... the box I was in tipped over as I tumbled out of it straight on the hardwood floor. All the sudden I Looked up to see a sight that was familiar to me but still made me freeze in awe from time to time. A person, but to me she was a giant... a goddess compared to me. She sat in a chair as she sat over me staring down at my body as her eyes studied me. I watched as she slowly moved her feet over to me as her legs rested her feet were just inches from me her toes flexing and wiggling slowly almost methodically. Like they were coaxing me towards them. she hadn't said anything to me just offered me a faint smile, but I knew what to do.
I crawled over to her left foot and without any hesitation I wedged my head right in between her big and second toe. Lapping away at the faint dirt and sweat that was in between her toes. Her toes wiggled and rubbed against my head in response, I knew that feeling very well. Worship, obedience, submission, humiliation... all things I had trained into me many many years ago. I didn't think, eat, sleep or breathe practically without thinking about how I could serve my owners. I just hoped that this one would keep me, if I could show her that I was well trained, show her how well behaved and obedient I was. She wouldn't treat me like the others... I've had many owners in my life but they've all been awful, borderline cruel... It was terrible. No matter how hard I tried, how much I served they were never pleased with my worship.
This one was different so far though. She hadn't started assaulting me, hurting me or berating me like the rest had done by this point. As I passionately continued to lick her toes I started to feel her toes press down on me. I feel back as her toes gripped around me, This smell, the taste, the feel. It was one I've known all my life. One I welcomed each and every time. I started kissing her giant toe as it rubbed up against my body in a almost rhythmic motion. "Good Boy." I heard from up above as her toes continued to mindlessly move and pat down on top of me. Such a simple pair of words and yet I couldn't remember the last time I had heard them. I vigorously resumed worshiping my new master's feet. More determined then ever to show her how grateful I was for her kindness, her company and for those two words.
My part of a little collab I worked on with my good friend Mei Lee or @MeiLeeHS or @MeiLeeArt on twitter! Go checkout her page for some really amazing art as well as the other half to this little story.