Tora pauses for a moment, while you wait excitedly.
"I don't want you as my slave anymore!" She states simply.
You feel as though a ton of bricks have just rained down onto you and crushed every organ, so they are all squashed against each other.
"Wh-what...?!" You gasp up at her, not quite registering her words.
"I don't want you as my slave anymore," she repeats, slowly and almost patronisingly at you, while you whimper up at her.
"Why...why? Please, mistress. Please!" You bow down and grovel into her bare feet. She pushes you firmly away, not giving you the opportunity to even attempt to kiss her feet.
"Do I really owe you an explanation? Well, if I'm honest, I'm bored of you. You've become so pathetic, so hopeless that I don't feel like I've got anything else to achieve with you. I honestly didn't expect you to crack and actually agree to be my slave, for starters. Then agreeing to the chastity device, being around in just your underwear. Slave, you are so beneath me that I'm tired of you."
Her words are a brutal knife, carving into your heart and slicing it into so many pieces.
"Please....please!" You whimper, desperately hoping that this is all a joke, or a test.
"I thought I'd see how I feel when the month was up. But there's no point pretending: you're just too much of a loser for me...I never thought I'd actually say that!" She manages to refrain from laughing. "I need a boyfriend, I need someone who excites me again, someone who I don't think is completely beneath me. To be honest, I don't even enjoy your foot massages any more, and when you kiss my feet, it's....boring."
Hot tears start to roll down your face. You can't believe this is happening, especially not after everything you've sacrificed - materialistically, relationship-wise and emotionally!
"But I've got some good news! I wouldn't just cart you out onto the streets. I'm not made of stone! I've found a website where they are actually looking for people: pathetic, foot-loving guys like you, who can be professional slaves! All I have to do is arrange for the driver to pick you up: she'll take you to the place. It's only like, a couple of hundred miles away. I've been able to negotiate no travel expenses, so you'll have a free ride basically. So you'll then work at some palace, or whatever, where women will use you as a foot stool, you'll get to lick their feet, be their devoted slave. You don't get paid of course - your enjoyment will be your salary!"
Tora smiles down at you, her beautiful face appearing earnest and sincere. "I think it's basically what you need. To be around dominant women who will not get bored of you. You watch helplessly as she makes a phone call, apparently to arrange for the driver to come and collect you. So I've arranged for your pick up to be in....oh - half an hour! Just enough time for me to get the chastity device off and put you into some sort of decent attire..."
You nod weakly, knowing that you don't have a choice, and finding yourself actually grateful that she has gone to this effort of finding a new life for you.
Half an hour or so later, the car arrives. Greeting the attractive brunette who arrives at the door, Tora exchanges pleasantries before presenting you to her.
"You'll do," the woman grins at you before gesturing you to follow her to the car. As you walk off, you turn around to see Tora waving at you. You allow yourself one final look at the woman, the goddess that you have been completely obsessed with, and whose feet you never got to really worship.
Still, your new life could be even better... even though the image of Tora's beautiful face, coupled with her gorgeous bare feet, will be firmly etched into your soul until the day you die.
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