Your ex girlfriend is simply too much for you! She is a gorgeous, blonde goddess and you are so far beneath her - that all becomes clear to you as you find yourself kneeling before her in surrender.
"Please, Tora, you're just too much for me! You've always owned me! Everything that I have is yours. Take whatever you want," you tell her humbly, placing meek, loving kisses against the tops of her feet.
"Hahahahah!" Tora laughs, knowing that she has you completely where she wants you. "I knew you'd give in, loser! Kiss the bare foot of your conqueror!"
Her words only make you feel even more submissive; closing your eyes, you murmur something incoherent as you taste the wonderfully salty flavour of your ex's bare foot on your tongue. It's even more delicious than you imagined! Sweet and sour at the same time!
Tora wastes no time in making you even more inferior to her, using the same bare foot that you are humbly kissing, she pushes it firmly forward until it is planted on your face, your back flat on the ground.
"Now, loser. Now you've given in to me, I better get me some good blackmail material..."
Your ruthless, sexy ex girlfriend goes on to film you on her phone whimpering under her foot, kissing it - basically enough footage to satisfy her. Part of you feels horrified that she now has way too much on you, yet you can't refuse or resist her. Tora has won, to put it simply.
"OK, foot boy. That'll do," she says patronisingly, patting her foot up and down on your defeated face several times.
"Wh-what n-now," you gasp meekly up at her, conflicted as to whether you want her to embarrass you further, or simply leave you alone to get on with your life. Lizzie is still technically your girlfriend, for now at least!
"What now? That's for you to find out!" She says with a giggle as she turns on her heel and marches out of your apartment, still barefoot.
It doesn't take long for you to find out....
For every day for the next week or so, Tora texts you at around the same time each evening - around 8pm. You know the drill: she announces her imminent arrival, while you literally lie down for her so that she can walk all over you - again, literally. It's all rather glorious, yet utterly demeaning. For a couple of minutes at a time, you're allowed to kiss and lick her feet, which is admittedly, a divine experience.
The tricky thing is avoiding Lizzie: you can't leave your apartment, nor have her over, knowing your ex will be round. Soon, your girlfriend gets tired of you dodging her calls so she stops messaging you all together. You attempt to keep things going, but she's lost all sort of enthusiasm for you, as you're unable to make any sort of arrangement or commitment to her.
Still, you have one and only romantic pursuit from now on: your ex's feet. Maybe she'll let you be her boyfriend and allow you to reclaim a slither of dignity.
It doesn't seem likely though - for as long as she decides, you're destined to be a mere plaything for her feet. It could be a lot worse, you reason.
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