You gulp in fear and swallow any dignity you may have had. "I uhm-- Okay, Victoria," you do as you're told. "Good," she says, smugly. "You keep being a good, little pet and we'll get along nicely."
You approach the bottom of her feet that she kindly props up for you. They're several times larger than you, towering over you like a monolith, like a building. You're struck with fear at the realisation that, with how small you are, you might not be effective as a masseuse and then what will become of you if you don't do a good job. You tremble at that thought and then you place your trembling hands against her sole.
They're warm and soft and.. nice. You're brought into a calm lull by how they feel and absent-mindedly lean in closer and lay the side of your face against it like a soft bed. "COME ON, I DON'T HAVE ALL DAY." Victoria's voice booms, breaking you out of your trance, making you realise what had just happened: you'd fallen for her sole. "Ok-- okay, Victoria." You weakly reply before rubbing your hands around on her sole. "
You're gonna have try harder than that, I can barely feel you." You press harder as you rub; her soles naturally respire and her toes wiggle slightly as you do. You once again lay your face against her sole, its moistness polishing your cheek. You find yourself in that infatuated daze again, you're basically making snow angels with the front of your body against her sole.
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