Phil realized he had no real choice. Either rub these crazy lady’s feet or die, and as bad as it was, rubbing her feet was not as bad as death.
Phil got up and headed over to her right foot. He gasped at the size of the thing. It was at least three times bigger than him. He had dealt with Kendra’s girl-sized feet before (which despite being small by normal people’s standards, still towered over Phil), but this full grown foot was massive compared to that.
“I want you to start with the sole because that is where men belong: under the sole of a woman!”
With that she lifted up her massive foot above him, and Phil began to rub. As he did, her foot would frequently shake from being tickled. From Lady Clement’s perspective, these tiny hands rubbing her well-pedicured foot was the most tickling sensation she had ever felt. Every time she shook her foot, she would knock Phil over with her force. “I didn’t say to stop!” she would shout every time. “Don’t make me punish you!” Then Phil would quickly get up and continue to rub her foot, scared of this punishment. What he was doing was torturous enough, so he didn’t want to find out how bad her punishment was. He would continue only to be knocked over a couple seconds later and yelled at some more. Much to the delight of Clement and to the dismay of Phil, this process repeated itself for about a half hour. Phil could hear her giggle at him from up top, which often made her foot shake even more.
The two things Phil never got used to was the horrible smell and the sticky sweat that got all over him. He got so sweaty and sticky that he was starting to have difficulty peeling his hands off of her sole.
To make things worse, she would frequently slide the toes of her other foot across his legs causing him trip and fall on his butt. Then she’d shout at him for stopping, and he’d have to get quickly and resume rubbing to avoid her wrath.
“All right my nuisance, now rub my toes,” she eventually said. She dropped her sole down on the ground with no concern for Phil who barely ducked out of the way avoiding his death. “Now I want you to make sure you rub each toe and between each toe. Do you understand?”
“Yes Lady Clement.”
Rubbing the toes was worse than rubbing the sole. She was far more ticklish here, and her toes moved three times as much when she was tickled then her sole did. It was the worst when he cleaned between her toes because his arms would get stuck when she moved her toes up and down, and he would shake violently along with them as well.
After he finished the right foot, Phil was commanded to do the left foot, and the process was repeated over again. By the time it was over, Phil was tired, sore, and barely able to move. He was also covered in her sweat.
“We’re done with that now,” Clement said to a relieved Phil. “Now the second lesson.” Phil’s heart dropped into his stomach. It wasn’t over! As a matter of fact, it had barely begun.
Phil was then picked up and carried outside of the living room. Phil looked up to see Kendra watching them from on top of the stairs. Her mother and Phil hadn’t noticed, but she had been watching the whole time, both enjoying Phil suffer and noting ideas for what she could do with him later.
Lady Clement carried Phil into the kitchen.
“I was getting hungry as you were rubbing my feet,” she explained. She put Phil down on the counter and got some turkey, mustard, and mayo out of the fridge and bread from a cabinet.
“Now don’t even think about running,” she stated as she dropped the loaf of bread and turkey on both sides of Phil preventing him from escape. The wind from the drop knocked him over. “I’ll be watching you. Don’t worry. You’re not going anywhere.”
Oh that’s a relief, Phil sarcastically thought.
“Many men force their girlfriends or wives into the kitchen to cook them things and take no part in cooking,” she explained as she took out a piece of bread and began put some turkey on it. “But don’t do that. Become a part of what she cooks.”
Before Phil could respond, he was swept up and dropped into the turkey. He tried to run off the sandwich, but she poured mustard around him. The puddle of mustard made him slip and fall face first into in the mustard puddle. His face and the entire front side of his body was covered in mustard. He felt mayo being poured on top of him, and desperately he began to get up. But before he could stand up though, Clement put the second piece of bread on top of him and pushed him back down. He was now stuck in the sandwich, lying down and covered in mustard and mayo.
“Don’t even bother trying to resist. I got you pinned.”
She carried the sandwich into the dining room, sat down, and began to eat. Every time Phil heard the crunch of a bite, he was scared stiff, not knowing whether he’d be next one or not. She carefully ate around the sandwich leaving the last bite as Phil’s trembling body. After she dropped Phil into her mouth, she sloshed him around with her tongue as she ate the meat and bread around him. Now in addition to being covered in mustard and mayo, Phil was soaked with her saliva. Pretty soon everything was eaten except Phil, at which point Clement’s tongue started sucking all the mustard and mayo off of his body. The mustard and mayo on his body was replaced with more saliva as Phil felt like he might drown or be swallowed.
“Please don’t eat me! Please!” Phil pleaded.
“Why not? You and the rest of mankind are no good to me. You guys only hurt me. Why should I bother with you?”
“Please! I’m sorry for whatever we’ve done to you. Be merciful. I beg you!” Phil knew that he didn’t have many more options left than to beg.
“What a truly insignificant person you are! You don’t know how long I have waited for a moment like this. To avenge men for what they’ve done for me,” if Phil was not in her mouth, he’d notice her begin to smirk. “No I won’t kill you necessarily. Here’s a test to make sure you’re learning your lesson on how to treat women. If you don’t pass, you won’t be able to be Kendra’s boyfriend nor alive to hurt any other girl. I will open my mouth. If you can pass out of my mouth, I’ll let you live, but if my tongue is able to pin you down and swallow you, then you’ll have a fun time dying in my stomach.”
Phil saw her mouth open and began to run for it, but he had forgotten that he was standing on her tongue. She quickly and easily lifted her and shifted it slightly causing him to lose his balance and fall deeper into her mouth. Then her tongue flipped around and pinned him to the ground. Phil struggled desperately to push off this slimy red creature, but it was too strong for him.
“I got you now. It was nice getting to know you Phil.”
But right before she began to swallow, he managed to slide himself away from the tongue. He couldn’t outdo it in strength, but because both he and it were slippery with saliva, he used this slipperiness to slide out from underneath her tongue. He made a run for the entrance of the cave with her tongue shortly behind. He jumped outside only to be grabbed in the leg by the tongue and dangled half-way in and out of her mouth. He looked at the tongue, which was wrapped around his leg and was slowly dragging him back into her mouth. He tried but failed to pry it off but finally decided to bite the tongue, causing it to rush back into the mouth like a whimpering dog. He had done it! He was free!
He then realized that because he was no longer being grabbed, gravity took over, and he fell. He landed:
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