A shiver ran down your spine as she uttered those words, and you could only sit in your box and helplessly watch as she took off her heavy, stuffy boots. Of course, you weren't surprised by this. Susie liked to start the day off with a nice, long foot massage before she got onto the Real Torture.
After she finished taking off her boots, she roughly grabs you and walks over to a nearby coffee table. She lazily drops you onto it, you groan out as you land on the hard wooden surface. As you were getting up, she slams her massive stompers next to you, prompting you to fall down again.
You had to crane your head up in order to see her massive, purple soles in their full dreadful glory. They absolutely reeked, you could swear they smelled worse and worse every time Susie forced you near them. She was probably not washing them on purpose, which wouldn't surprise you at all.
"You know what to do, Bug" Susie says out, while flashing a smug grin down at you. You sigh as you make your way to her feet. You place your tiny hands onto her sole and you begin rubbing, knowing full well that this was likely going to be the least humiliating thing she is going to put you through today...
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