"It's... its... about your father, Natalie..." squeaked Tracy, who enviously watched the small people beneath her, able to hide from Natalie's wrath.
Natalie sighed.
"Yes? What of him?"
"Well... I... I... was wondering when he could be... well..."
Natalie glared down at her incessant mother.
"Be what? Released?"
Natalie stomped her enormous boot down in front of her mother, and put all her weight on the her toes.
"He's fine where he is, he did it to himself. Besides, he's the worst fucking foot slave I've ever had, it's almost as though he doesn't enjoy the taste down there"
Natalie smirked. She knew it was cruel, but it was also true. If he'd of just done as he was told, and lick those bodies off her soles, he'd still be free. As it is, being such a shit foot slave anyway, he deserved to be where he was as punishment, at least until he improved and could start working towards his time for release.
Natalie ground her booted toes down once more, and could feel him squirm and writhe. She hated her father, but she loved him being under her.
Sometimes she amazed even herself. Having control of her parents finances allowed her to alter them as she wished. Of all the people in the world, they were arguable the ones most, literally and metaphorically, under her heel.
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