Taking a breath, you try to ignore the panic that is circling inside of you. If you give her even than inkling that you have a foot fetish then surely she will use it completely to her advantage...
"I don't know what you're talking about, Tora. I don't have a fetish. Now, I'd prefer you not to call or message me again. I don't appreciate you making up stuff about me."
You hang up, not letting her say another single word. Feeling proud of yourself for standing up to her, you check your phone, relieved to see that there is no message from Tora, no missed call... Hopefully she's got the hint!
Lounging back on your couch and watching television, you actually start dozing off when the doorbell goes. Maybe that's Lizzie. For a horrible moment, you imagine Tora standing at the door, coming to confront you in person. Surely it won't be...
"Tora?! What are you doing...?" Your words trail off as your ex walks right past you and into your living room. "What...why are you?"
"Save it," she says with a sneer. "Don't bother saying anything unless it's actually something truthful. That bullshit you told me on the phone? Yeah right! So when I serviced my laptop and revealed any previous websites that had been visited, that wasn't you? The same guy who actually offered to give me foot massages when we were dating?" She shakes her head, some of her strawberry blonde hair bouncing around.
You start to speak but she walks over to you confidently and puts an elegant finger on your lips. Then she drags you over to the couch and forces you to lie down there while she sits on you. Slipping off her shoes, she lifts her legs up and gives you a malevolent grin.
"So, you don't have a foot fetish then?" She flutters her eyelashes and looks expectantly at you.
"No..I...er...no!" You babble, feeling increasingly weak, especially when she begins to lower her bare feet down...
"Oh, well it's simple then. Don't kiss my feet, then I'll believe you!" She giggles, clearly knowing that she's going to win.
And she does win! Within moments, you let out a whimper before pressing your lips in defeat against your ex girlfriend's gorgeous soles. While you meekly kiss her feet, she casually explains her intentions. She wants to blackmail you, to take everything she can from you. For her silence, and weekly visits to you so you can get your 'fix' of her feet, she wants five hundred dollars a week.
With her feet on your face, you simply can't refuse! After a couple more minutes of kissing your feet, her taking several photos and videos for 'insurance', you know that you're going to be well and truly blackmailed, and owned by Tora from now on! Well, it's only fitting considering how weak and pathetic you've been around her!
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