"Your..girlfriend?" Tora says finally. "Hmm, maybe I should have a little word with her when she gets here..."
Alarm bells start ringing. "No, no! No, you don't need to do that. Tora, please, just leave. Please!"
The desperation in your voice increases, which is probably what Tora wants.
"It's up to you, Ross. You can either invite me in, or wait 'til she gets here so I can talk to her... Oh hi!"
Your stomach in knots, you hear the voice of Lizzie, your girlfriend! Tora talks to her in a quiet tone so you can't make out her words; whatever they're talking about it goes on for several minutes. Standing at the door like a lemon, you wonder if it's worth just hiding somewhere, pretending that you're not in...
The doorbell rings. "Ross...Ross, it's Lizzie! Open the door!"
If you pretend you're away, then it's just your word against Tora's....maybe your girlfriend will believe you. "Ross, your ex girlfriend is here...she's told me a couple of things. If you don't open the door now I'm going back to hers to talk some more...."
That's enough to make you open the door. Lizzie looks totally confused as she walks in, Tora behind her, already smirking. She winks at you.
"Ross, tell me what this is all about. You want to be your ex girlfriend's...foot slave?"
"What?! No...NO!" You practically spit out. "That's not true, that's..."
"So you don't have a foot fetish?" She looks you in the eye.
You hesitate for far too long which makes her look up at the ceiling in frustration. "Ok, so that's one thing you've kept from me - how can I believe you?"
"It's simple," Tora states, making you both stare at the sexy, barefoot blonde. Yep, Tora has slipped off her shoes and walks straight up to you. "Ross, tell me right now that you don't want to worship my feet."
You stare at her open-mouthed, unable to express yourself. "I...I...I... You splutter helplessly, your eyes widening as they stare directly at Tora's bare feet.
Lizzie gives you both a filthy look before yelling at you that it's over, then storms out. Before you can say anything, Tora puts a hand in front of your face.
"I don't want to hear it, slave. You've already pissed me off by making me wait outside. Lie down on your back!" She looks at you expectantly.
Your knees buckling, you feel as though there's no other option. As you drop down on the floor as she has asked, Tora's grin widens and her eyes light up. "Welcome to slavery..." She smirks as she bends back both legs and places her soft, sexy soles in your face...
It takes a pathetically short amount of time for you to submit fully to Tora. A few minutes of her caressing your face with her gorgeous soles and spreading her toes over you makes you surrender to her. Maybe it's the fact that you don't have a girlfriend, or that Tora manipulated things so effortlessly that makes your will to fight completely crumble.
You're totally at her mercy now!
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