"Ah, finally! I began to worry master forgot about my request again."
A female, judging by the sound of her voice. You weren't sure what she meant yet, but to be honest you weren't quite sure of anything anymore.
After a good look around, it appeared that you've been dropped i the middle of some traditional, Japanese household. A quite shocking revelation all on its own, since it meant you were at least a thousand miles away from your home... Yet it honestly paled in comparison to the wonder standing right in front of you.
She was gorgeous. A towering beauty of a woman draped in white robes, with short, golden hair, two furry... fox-like ears... and... nine fluffy... tails?
How could this be real?
You recognized the woman as a kitsune, a cunning monstrosity originating from Japanese folklore. Well, you could hardly describe her beautiful form as monstrous, even with all those animal-looking details, yet it was also obvious that she was not a normal human being either. No, she was something more than that, something far above humans, far above you...
She apparently must've thought so as well, if the cold glare she's been giving you this whole time was anything to go by.
"Are you done gawking, whelp?" She spat out, her sharp fangs clearly visible as she sneered at you in contempt.
"Oh!... S-sorry ab-" you tried to apologize, but...
"Silence. I don't need your apologies, but your obedience. You're not to say a word unless I allow it." The kitsune seemed angry, but you could tell she enjoyed muddling you with dirt like this.
Still, the situation seemed dire, and getting worse by the seconds. You needed to de-escalate it, and quick.
"A-As you wish-"
*SMACK* Bad move on your part.
"Fool! I told you to shut up!" She roared, as you recoiled backwards from the kick she delivered to your jaw. Thankfully, it wasn't too painful. It only stung like hell, instead of leaving you spitting teeth and blood everywhere.
"It seems I'm off to a rough start with you. Figures, it's never been easy with you hopeless lot. Thankfully, it's never been impossible either. Hear this, whelp. I'll break your free will like a twig, and make you my perfect little foot slave, or my name is not Ran Yakumo."
Once you've gathered your composure, the first thing to catch your attention was Ran's still raised foot. The kitsune deliberately kept it hanging over your head, just so you could notice it, and consequently get lost in it. There was a lot to unpack here.
Her feet were big, fittingly so given her larger-than-you stature. Wide, strong-looking, and meaty, those things must've seen a lot of use over the many years of Ran's life. Nine tails meant at least 900 years behind her, if your kitsune trivia was correct. Almost a millennium she spent walking on those soles, yet they seemed no worse for wear. They looked tough, firm, but not at all roughed up or calloused. Ran clearly took good care of her feet... Or had someone do it for her.
Not all was well with her sole, however, at least not at the moment. Right now its surface was marred with dirt and sweat, most likely a result of some recent exhausting activities. Seeing how the household looked quite pristine, the lady must've just about finished cleaning it up, leaving her with no time to take care of herself, and those poor soles of hers.
Now, however, she had you. The kitsune giggled devilishly, as she began to swirl her foot around over your head. Your eyes were helplessly glued to the sweltering underside of her foot, finding it strangely captivating. Where you somehow charmed by this trickster, were you under her spell? Or is that something you came to desire on your own? Did any of this even matter anymore?
Eventually Ran stopped her mild teasing, and lowered her foot a bit closer to your face, close enough in fact to let you get a good whiff of those tired things. Strong, cheesy aroma filled your nostrils, almost making you sneeze on the spot. The only thing that kept you from doing so was the fear of punishment that would've awaited you should you dare to soil her soles like this. Still, the kitsune seemed intent on making your time down there miserable, as she began to wriggle her toes around, at least tripling the foul scent's intensity. Only now that they've been put right in front of you, did your focus shifted to those plump piggies of hers, and the sharp, claw-like toenails that adorned them. You wondered if this was a side effect of being a kitsune, or if that's how she did her nails. You imagined it wouldn't do well for her socks. Strange thought to have at the moment, but any distraction seemed preferably to getting lost in that pungent smell of her feet.
"That's right, my little human. Take a good look at it. From this point onward this is going to be the center of your attention, what your mind will revolve around. You'll be my foot slave, and you'll either grow to love it, or live in despair with it. I'd recommend the former, but I can't deny I'd personally prefer the latter. After all, you're here to pleasure me, not yourself~"
With your head in the smelly clouds, you weren't able to respond to Ran's chilling words. Not that you would've, you've learned that painful lesson already. It still felt wrong to just accept the fate she had for you, but knew you couldn't fight her, at least not openly. You could only hope that some help was on the way, or another miracle would happen and get you out of there. Until then, however, you were at her mercy.
"Now then" Ran said, drawing her foot back a little, giving you some breathing room "Let's start off on the right foot. As my new foot slave, your first task will be to..."
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