"YOU FEEL SO GOOD TOM, MAYBE I WILL MAKE YOU MY SOCK...” You hear Cathy laugh evily as her foot contines to abuse your now insole form. You pray she is just joking and your punishment will end soon. That home however is dashed when you her pull out a coin.
“HEADS YOUR MY SOCK , TAILS YOU CAN REMAIN MY INSOLE.” She laughs again at you as you are left feeling dread and worry all over your body. Which would be worse? You can’t decide however ever she explains your options to you.
“AS MY SOCK ALL YOUR SENSES WILL BELONG TO MY FEET. YOUR TASTE , YOUR SMELL, YOUR SENSE OF FEELING AS IT OVER WHELMS YOU.THINK ABOUT THAT” Cathy tells you. Your mind can picture it and if you could you would shudder. You still can’t believe this is happening as your tongue continues to stroke the soles.
“AS MY INSOLES YOU WILL BE LICKING MY FEET NON-STOP SMELLING THEM BUT WHEN I AM NOT WEARING YOU THE LONGERING SMELL AND HINT OF TASTE MAY RESULT IN YOU ACTUALLY MISSING THE FEET HAHAHA IF THAT HAPPENED I’D OWN YOU FOREVER” This time no laughter but instead a light moaning like she enjoyed that thought.
She flipped the coin and it span around landing in her hand. There was a moment’s silence before she read it out “It’s ………”
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