Crawling Back To Her - Part 6

Making a hasty exit from the building, casually telling one of the receptionists that he needs to pop out to get something, Steve is able to avoid Stacey and anyone else noticing he has gone. Heading straight over to Lucy's, he already feels easier anticipation begin to take over. He'd served his punishment yesterday; he had earned the right to be back at her feet, being able to smell them again, touch them....hopefully kiss them or more!

He had reasoned with himself that there was no point pretending he had even the option of denying his ex girlfriend. The truth is simple: that he deserves to be humiliated by her gorgeous feet as much as she needs him to, as humbly as possible. He's helping her work through this analysis of her life, of their relationship as it will make her stronger and more motivated to move on with her life. Then, he can fully focus on Helen, putting the whole experience with Lucy behind him....well, that's the idea at least... Actually moving on from Lucy may prove more difficult....

As he arrives again at her parent's house, he can't help but think how little things have changed for her in the last few years or so. When she appears at the door, thankfully barefoot, wearing a similar outfit to a few days ago: denim shorts and a white vest top. She's wearing her glasses too, which although make her seem less hot in some ways, make her endearingly geeky.

Dropping to his knees at once, he bows before her. "Hello, goddess. Thank you for messaging me...for giving this opportunity...it is a privilege to come over... I, I am here to be used as you see fit.... I am yours..." He tells her meekly and honestly.

She smirks at him, a look of triumph on her. "Finally, you've got it right! You came straight away, no excuses, no rudeness, no bullshit... and you've thanked me, got on your knees...I am genuinely impressed with you, foot bitch. You actually know your place!"

He bows meekly, knowing that it has admittedly taken a few attempts to do fully what she expects. There have been other distractions, reasons - his girlfriend, job... Anyway, he is allowed to crawl in after her - closing the door behind him and following her to the lounge, such is the routine.

Lucy sits on the couch, legs crossed while she waits for him to kneel down before her, which he does instantly, this makes her nod in satisfaction. "Well, like I said yesterday, your payback has been completed. I won't dwell on yesterday but it was very much a case of one step back for you. Which does mean...two steps forward. Would you like to lick my foot, bitch?"

Would he like.... He actually lets out a small whine as she lifts her flawless bare foot up in front of his face, her toes wiggling while he finds a little drool escaping.

"Please...yes please....goddess.. I would love to, I would be honoured...thank you thank you!" Her whimpers while she sighs contentedly, still hovering her foot at a right angle.

"You may lick my foot, bitch," she tells him casually.

Not wasting another second, he sticks out his tongue and places it gratefully onto her heel - the only part of her foot that is anything other than wonderfully soft. Sliding it upwards, he shudders in pleasure at the cheddary, vanilla-like taste that lingers on his tongue and starts dominating his senses. It is incredible...bliss... it is the first time he's licked Lucy's, or anyone's bare foot before and it is even better than imagined.

"How does it taste, loser?" She giggles at his ecstasy-like state.

"It's....amazing...goddess...it's...just...it's the...the best...th-thank you...thank y-you..." he murmurs, in total reverence and awe of her. Licking those ten shoes clean yesterday was totally worth it, now that he gets to do this! Her feet are sublime - slightly salty yet sweet in places and the vanilla flavour and scent makes it the perfect cocktail. It's the most pleasurable thing he's ever done, and before even realising it, is hard as a rock.

"Do you remember, three days ago, trying to physically fight me...claiming you didn't have a foot fetish?" She asks him, a mixture of pity and amusement on her face. "Bet that seems a LONG time ago now!"

He merely whimpers, unable to form any words now, lavishing her tongue all over her sumptuously soft sole, sliding his tongue towards her toes, lapping them against each one and in between them too. It is heaven...it is just the best!

"So...one of the things I've been reflecting on, the second time we dated, is how you saw me. You wanted me to be a nice, normal girlfriend. And I wanted you to be a nice, normal boyfriend. I hadn't had much success in between us dating - in those 9 years, to be honest. Other guys either weren't as hot as you, or they weren't as doting, or they just weren't...you. Plus you had broken my heart, and it took a while, not until after college that I started moving on from you," she tells him all this, while he continues to lick away. He's not sure who's benefit it is for!

"But deep down, you didn't want a 'nice normal girlfriend' did you, foot bitch? You gave that impression as an act, as a mask you wore. You had tried 'normal' girls before, and convinced yourself it's what you wanted. But they never lasted long, did they? You were always so drawn to scratching that itch, fulfilling the need for your foot fetish. But you just couldn't with them. You could with me - even if it meant doing it in a subtle, sneaky way. Like the foot massages, which just became part of the norm. Anyway, when I gave you another chance, a couple of my friends strongly advised me against it. They were sure you were weird, based on what I told them about you, and still hadn't forgiven me for how you'd dumped me before."

He listens to every word, still totally enamoured by her soft bare sole but absorbing in and taking in each word she says about their storied past.

"I get it, I'm a bit of a nerd. I love MCU films, I even write stories - you know, fan fiction," she blushes a little. "Anyway, I got back to you because I knew deep down too that you were the best I was going to do, looks-wise. You were doing well with your job, had your own car, apartment. I admit that you represented me aspiring to do better. When we started going back out, I just didn't feel that you were as infatuated with me as you made out to be. I mean, it always came back to feet. I was getting resentful...resentful that I wasn't enough for you. You wouldn't just like me for me, for being a bit of a nerd, for being someone who doesn't like going out, getting drunk. For me, snuggling on the couch, watching MCU movies and series while you rubbed my feet was just...comfortable."

"For a little while, I decided that it was fine for what it was. I'm not an extrovert, or someone who seeks thrills. For me, I was content enough being with you, knowing that I basically called the shots. I admit, you taking me by surprise wasn't really that convenient. I'd arranged to see my friends to go the cinema, there was a new TV series starting, someone had commissioned me a fan fiction story to write... basically I much preferred you fitting your life in around me. Then came that text message, completely out of the blue. I mean... what did you expect me to say? Oh, let me change feet..." She adds, switching her feet over, so he can gratefully enjoy the other one too.

Steve is still soaking in every word, feeling more and more guilty hearing it from her side. She's admitted to being selfish and wanting things on her terms, but she's never pretended to want anything other than that. It's impossible to speak any words while he slavishly licks away at the next foot. Her talking this through, to him, does seem to be more for her benefit - she doesn't need any specific answers from him.

"I mean, what did you want me to reply with? 'Thanks, Steve. Come over and lick my feet'?! You had lied to me, for years. And all those times you had massaged my feet, apparently because you just doted on me was actually a sneaky way of getting your kicks. You were too much of a coward to go any further with it - at least now you're getting what you really want! Anyway, that text message was insensitive and stupid. Then, then you went into that crazy, needy, stalker-guy, who I just couldn't deal with. You know that I don't like talking on the phone, or needing to reply to you so quickly anyway. That was just the nail in the coffin for me. When you came over here, on your knees, I should have recognised then that you needed to be dominated, humbled. Then I could have moved on quicker and not wasted the last three years, stagnant and unable to progress."

Sliding his tongue around the balls of her foot, enjoying the sightly wrinkled areas, he can totally see her point of view. From his perspective, she had been cruel and mean. Really, he had just handled it so, so poorly.

"So yeah, I should have recognised then that you weren't boyfriend-material but a foot bitch, who I could use at my disposal. I could then have got closure, put you beneath me and then moved on to better things. But I was just SO mad at you... I wanted nothing to do with you after how things ended between us. I tried to go on dates with other guys, but they were either too cocky, too adventurous - they wouldn't be content at giving me foot rubs while watching films! Or they just weren't that good-looking. I tried Tinder but the casual sex that some guys just expected..." She gives an unpleasant shiver, shaking her head. "I tried, but ended up giving up. That's when work suffered - my hours got reduced, most of which I do from home now now. I had actually moved out to my own apartment, but I couldn't maintain the rent or bills so I moved back in here a couple of years ago. My parents have some money saved for a deposit so I can buy a place, but I have a hell of a lot to save up still, with not much income."

He has gone from intrigued to incredibly apologetic, and cannot help himself. "Sorry...s-sorry Goddess... I didn't know...didn't realise... I wish I had done things...differently...please, forgive me, I'm so, so sorry."

"Forgive you?" She says scornfully, her expression changing. "Hell no! You've ruined my life, foot bitch! While you've gone on to get all these fancy promotions, drive a flash car, be with some floozy who celebrates you on Facebook... Forgiving you is not that simple."

"S-sorry....sorry Goddess..." He croaks, in between licks and deciding to stay silent again.

"Anyway...." She looks thoughtful as she finds where she had got to in her narrative. "That's it. After realising I was poor, single, with just a couple of friends and basically nothing to show for it, I went to a therapist. She was amazing, like, so illuminating. It took a while to warm to her, but soon I was confiding everything in her. I realised that I hadn't achieved anything - my college degree in creative writing was only be used for my hobby of MCU fan fiction stories, I can't drive, lived with my parents...actually earning less money than I did at 25..." She takes a breath, gathering herself. "Anyway. One of the things we kept returning to as you. You were the only real boyfriend I'd had. Like I said, I tried dating - in between each time we'd had our relationships - but nothing seemed to click. I then thought that I loved you..."

Steve held his breath...is this going to be... a declaration...something that could really take him by surprise.

"But it was clear it wasn't love," she said firmly, dashing those thoughts away. "No, it was more complex than that. We pysho-analysed every aspect of our relationships. How it started, what made each other tick, what we did together, sex... a lot of it started coming back to feet. Of course I told my therapist how you announced your foot fetish to me, then that week afterwards. It was becoming clear. The reason I couldn't move on was because I didn't have any closure over you. It wasn't that I was still in love with you, or ever in love with you. I mean, I thought you were cute and funny, I loved how easy you were to convince to do what I wanted... it was all convenient, easy... it wasn't love though. That's what I want - I want to find actual love, I want to realise my potential. I want to move out of here, make progress in my career... I want to do all of that but haven't been able to, because of you basically."

He slides his tongue in and out of her toes, tasting stronger, cheesy flavours, which are still totally delicious. He knows there is nothing worth saying now. Yet, he wants to talk to her... to assure her of some things, but with this foot in his face it's just too hard to stop...

"So, bringing this back full story! My therapist had convinced me that I needed to get back in contact with you, to explore our history so that I could fully move on and get total closure. I'd been thinking about you on your birthday, then saw that smug post from your girlfriend. Over the past couple of years, I had actually unfollowed you as I wanted you totally out of my life, to help me move on. But on your birthday, I was curious. So seeing that message made me both mad with you, for having so successfully moved on from me, but also an opportunity. Were you really that happy with this Helen? The only way I could see you being truly happy was if you were in full acceptance of your foot fetish. So that's why I asked. The rest, well you know the rest don't you!"

"Goddess...Lucy....please put your foot down..." Steve states, with as much clarity as he can muster.

She stares at him, a little bewildered. "You want to stop licking my foot? No offence, but you're salivating like a fat guy at an all you can eat buffet!" She giggles. Waiting for another moment, she shrugs, placing it down and expecting to see him whine in frustration.

He doesn't. Everything has become clear to him, overriding his need to lick her foot - something that would have seemed impossible earlier. "Lucy... yes, I'm going to call you Lucy and not 'Goddess' any more..." He adds, still on his knees but a firmness returns to his voice, one that he hasn't been able to find for days, and takes her aback. "Everything you've said... I really had no idea what I'd done to you. Having a foot fetish and not having the courage to confide it to anyone - it's a losing battle. I'm denying my nature in this need to be 'normal'. You're totally right - I did not treat you well before and was so enamoured with your feet, that's where I satisfied myself, getting my kicks. If I had pushed it any more, I could have pushed you away and then would be back to square one."

She stares at him, arms folded, a look of uncertainty about her. "Yeah, it was selfish. You were using me for my feet basically - you were never a good boyfriend to me."

"Exactly," he tells her, nodding. "You were convenient for me, as I got to be around your feet, and I was convenient for you as I didn't disrupt your routine, challenge you or excite you. That trip to Rome wasn't received well because you weren't used to me being spontaneous or romantic. I admit it, I saw it as comfortable, coming over here to watch a film, have a takeaway, rub your feet. We used each other for convenience."

Lucy continues to stare, lifting up a bare foot slowly. "Well, it's me using you now, loser. You're just a convenience to me - this is all on my terms. I own you!"

He gulps but pressed on, trying to ignore the gorgeous, bare foot in front of his face. "I know...you're right... you've proven that you're better than me...in so many ways... please...please put your foot, down."

"Why should I? No offence, foot bitch, but you don't get the right to analyse me. I've earned this right - I'm doing this so I can move on from you, knowing that I've won and don't need you any more. You're literally beneath me!" She shakes her head from side to side, a smirk returning to her face. "So let's keep it simple. You lick my foot while I explain what a loser you are and why you've messed things up for me."

"But that's it...." He gulps, feeling his resolve weaken but he presses on doggedly, tilting his chin and forcing his gaze beyond her feet. "You've proven that point, time and again. On the first evening here, you physically overpowered me with your feet, breaking my nerve, then you seduced me by giving me an impossible challenge...once I kissed your feet, that was it...no going back."

"Yep," she says gleefully. "No going back. So shut up, bitch and lick my foot..."

He breathes heavily. "No, Lucy..."

Her foot gives him a firm tap against the cheek. "It's 'Goddess'. You don't get to call me by my name. Now lick my foot or we'll have a replay of that night; I can even record you crumbling at my feet again, if you want?"

It's getting increasingly hard to resist her. Still, he knows there's one more thing he can say. "But...please...Goddess...You have actually changed me. I... I know that I need to be more honest. So I'm going to talk to Helen...I'm going to tell her...everything..."

Lucy stops smirking, cocking her head to one side. "Why? Why would you risk your relationship? You could lose it... do you really think she'll embrace it, forgive you for what I've effortlessly made you do the past three days?"

"I don't know...and that's the point. This will prove to you... prove to you that I really am sorry. I can only be in a relationship where I can be honest...truthful...with my foot fetish accepted..." He tells her, literally biting his lip to stop himself from placing a kiss or lick on her gorgeous sole in front of his face.

"Oh, so that's it. You're going to get your precious girlfriend to dump you, so you can get back together with me?" She looks totally smug, sighing and stretching her arms about. "I thought this would happen. So, you think you'd be a decent boyfriend? Be a snivelling little loser at my feet, cumming into his pants while I work from home? You'll take me out to dinner, convince me that you want to satisfy me, when all you want to do is grovel at my feet?"

"No..." he says, making her look a little stunned. "That's not the...answer. Please, please, Lucy, please just put your foot down..."

Finally she relents, placing her foot on the ground, folding her arms once more. "You know, I could easily convince you to want to get back with me. I could make you beg, plead, grovel and cry to give you another chance. It would be too easy."

"I know," he nods agreeably, relieved he can talk to her without the ridiculous distraction of her foot. "You could make me do anything - I am infatuated with your feet, and always have been. That's why it would never work. You don't want a pathetic, foot-obsessed loser like me. You want someone to challenge you, to take you OUT of your comfort zone, to make you aspire to better yourself. I'm not just saying this...you're beautiful, smart, confident... you talk rings around me and if you wanted to, could do perfectly well for yourself. When was the last time you sought a promotion? Or challenged yourself at work?"

She stays remarkably silent, staring at him a little resentfully. "It's not that simple, bitch. You've fucked things up for me... I can't move on because of you."

"You can!" He says, a little louder than he thought. "Look at what's happened over the past few days. You have had me meekly surrender to your feet... I've grovelled, apologised, thanked you for it... it's been incredibly humiliating but it's made me realise things about myself. And that feeling is not just going to go away... you can convince me beneath me your feet, you can do whatever you want but it won't change the facts. You have won... you've conquered me. And knowing that, you can move on."

"I can move on because you're telling me to?" She scoffs, an eyebrow raised.

"No... You can move on because you've got closure from me. You've seen what it would be like if we were together. It wouldn't be a relationship. It would be you, mad at me, for not being anything other than a defeated foot bitch. We can both move on... I am, honestly am, going to talk to Helen. Today. I am going to tell the truth - I don't deserve to be with her after what I've done with you, and I take responsibility for that, I'm not blaming you."

"So... you're actually going to admit your foot fetish?" Lucy asks her ex, her expression conflicted.

"Yes... and I should have done ages ago. If she doesn't accept it, then it means we're not to be. Or if she accepts it but can't forgive me for what we've done the past three days, then that's fair enough too. When you had messaged me that question, if she knew about my fetish, I should have used it as an opportunity to talk to her. I didn't because I was scared. Now, I'm not looking to shout it from the rooftops but you have honestly helped me to accept my fetish... you've shown me that I may be nothing more than a foot bitch to you, but in whatever relationship I'm in, it needs to play a part. Because it's not something I can fight, not hide."

For the first time since their reunion, he gives her a genuine smile, which he thinks for a moment she is going to return. He seems to be getting through to her...

Her expression is still difficult to read. Staring down at him, she chooses her words carefully. "You're right.... I have defeated you, conquered you. You've surrendered so easily to me because you wanted to and because you were looking for something you weren't getting. By doing that, you've revealed to yourself that you don't deserve to be with your girlfriend and that what you really, really strive for is being in a relationship where you can be honest about your foot fetish. Not one extreme of ignoring it - with Helen, or the other extreme of letting it be the sole..." She can't help but giggle for a moment at her own lame joke. "... focus. But this is where you've got it wrong...." Her eyes suddenly flicker. "Dominating you with my feet makes me powerful... confident... knowing that I can break you so easily, it's something I enjoy. So this is not about you...it was never about you. It's about using you, with zero guilt as we are never going to be in a proper relationship, not since I've seen you as nothing but a foot bitch."

"So..." He begins uncertainly. "You get that I... that I need to speak to Helen... that you feel empowered now... that you'll move on..."

She snorts. "Again, you're missing the point and making this about you. I'm not going to move on because you've decided that I'm ready to. I'll tell you when I'm ready to. Until then, you do what I tell you."

A feeling of despair and defeat starts to circle around him. "Look...L-Lucy...."

"It's 'Goddess'," she interrupts him firmly, grinning as she begins to slowly lift up one foot.

"Goddess...look... I get what you're saying... but you don't need to...you've won already.... I... I'm not going to..." His words trail away as she folds her arms and completes the movement from her leg, her foot at a perfect right angle so it's right in his face. "Please..." he adds weakly.

"Please what? Please can you lick my feet some more, like the pathetic loser you are?" She stares at him, a smirk plastered on her freckly face. "You can preach all you like about learning a lesson. And yeah, it's about time you decided to talk to your girlfriend. You've betrayed her....lied to her. You deserve this, bitch, and you know you do! Then you have the gall to tell me that I should move on?!"

"Sorry... Goddess... I was just trying to...explain..." he feels his will crumbling. But he can't do this... he meant what he said - she can move on and doesn't need to humiliate him any more....

"Oh, I heard your little explanation and like I said, good for you! You've accepted that you're beneath me, that you'll never be boyfriend material for me - for being weak and so fixated on my feet that you deserve to be demeaned. And you don't deserve your girlfriend because you've lied to her... do I have to keep repeating it?" She sighs a little. "Anyway, lick my foot already, like the loser you are..."

It's devastating, mortifying but he can't help but surrender, once again. Lucy smirk widens as he whimpers before sticking out his tongue to meekly begin lapping away at her flawless foot. He still feels that he was getting through to her, but her mind is set. This is all on her terms, not on his.

"That's a much better use for your mouth and tongue, loser," she speaks down to him. "Your mouth hasn't exactly helped you so far, has it? Trying to convince me that I can move on because you've suddenly decided that's what I have to do? You say you've learned so much? Well here's another lesson - put your mouth to good use - by licking my feet!"

Unable to resist now, pushing his well-intentioned thoughts to one side, Steve accepts that he has no say, no influence on her actions. He was honestly trying to help, but those thoughts disperse away as they begin to focus on the wonderful flavour, the incredible smooth silky skin of his ex's bare sole. Already, he is rock hard once again and feeling more pathetic than ever.

This continues for some time, Lucy switching between her soles, until they are both so damp from his saliva that she casually uses his hair as a towel to soak up the spittle. Leaning back on the couch, she grins at him, clearly pleased with herself.

"Well, that felt amazing, foot bitch. I think you're an even better foot licker than you are foot kisser, massager or foot rest! Now I'm going to go into work soon. That's right... Without you telling me that I need to, I'm starting to get things together. There's an opportunity coming up which I'm going to a meeting for. Using you to lick my feet has made me feel strong, powerful hungry..."

"That's great!" He smiles up at her, genuinely pleased she has something positive work-wise.

Staring down at him, she tuts disapprovingly. "Let me make something clear - it's not you that's helped me do this. I have. I've humiliated you, used you... I'm getting this closure from you for as long as I need to. So, don't pipe up like that, as if you deserve any of the credit. You're just a bitch who gets off on feet. It's not like you've had a new promotion since becoming my devoted little foot bitch, is it, loser?"

Thoroughly humbled, he apologises, realising that anything he says that sounds helpful is only going to piss her off. She dismisses him with a casual way of the found, while he crawls meekly away, calling out a few more expressions of gratitude.

Sitting in his car, he waits a couple of minutes for his boner to subside. Once again on his phone, there are messages and missed calls from Helen. He doesn't even read them or call her back. Deep down, he knows that - despite Lucy's dismissive attitude in the end - he was right about a few things. One major one is that he HAS to be honest with Helen. He can't be in a relationship with so many lies, with the fact that he's never confided in his secret in her, that he has hidden everything about Lucy.

Finally, he heads into work, fortunately able to avoid Stacey who is chatting animatedly away to a small group of people who seem to be congratulating her. Of course, she got the promotion over him, he muses grimly. Walking straight into Helen's office, catching her by surprise, she begins berating him for not answering his phone and asking where he went. He takes a breath and kindly asks her to go for a walk with him. Helen seems confused and is not one to leave work at the drop of a hat, but something in his tone and manner convinces her to do so.

"Steve, what is going on. Is it... have you got some sort of a surprise for me.... is that why you've been acting funny, taking time off work?" She says, a little breathlessly as they walk out of the building and into a nearby park - one they've enjoyed strolling through together before.

Oh, crap... she thinks he's going to propose!


"OK Helen... let me tell you it all from the start...." He takes a breath and launches into the full version of events with his ex, Lucy. How it ended the first time - him not realising how much he'd broken her heart, to how they'd gotten back together. He then brings up the crux of the matter... the bit he had been hiding for so long. As soon as he mentions the secret, that he has a foot fetish. She stops dead in her tracks.

"A foot fetish? Steve.... Why didn't you tell me this...? Is that why you mentioned the feet the other day...?" She shakes her head, her eyes fixed to the ground.

Unfortunately, he's only getting started. By the time he tells her about how he revealed this to Lucy, how she reacted, then how she dumped him after his incessant messages and begging outside her house, she goes a little quiet.

"OK... that is a lot of information, Steve. Shit - you really just dumped that on her, by a text message!" Helen frowns at him, still unsure of why he's telling her all this.

"Which is why I wanted to talk to you in person. Helen, I care about you so much. You are the perfect woman... you're beautiful, kind, smart, funny... my family love you, so do my friends... I feel like you've made me more confident, at work, in person... this... this has nothing to do with you. It's all on me...."

Helen goes even quieter when he mentions his ex messaging him three days ago, on his birthday. She gives him a dark look when he confesses to faking the stomach bug at the Italian restaurant, to the non-existent drink with his buddies, to pretending to be sick again at work yesterday, to slipping out today... all of the lies and deceit that he's gone through, so that he could surrender to his ex's feet.

"I can't... I can't believe you," she finally speaks, her voice a little choked with tears. "After everything... you've cheated on me, lied to me... I just... You could have told me, you know. About the foot fetish. Yeah, I've made it clear I'm not into anything with feet. But to go behind my back, with your ex..."

"I know. And I'm truly sorry, Helen. I don't deserve to be with you, I know that. I'm not asking you to brush it aside. You can take as long as you need to think it over, to consider if there is any chance you can forgive me for the mistakes I've made... for being unfaithful... Another truth is that Lucy isn't even done with me. I'm... totally at her mercy. I can't say no to her because of the guilt I feel for what happened before - both times we dates. Plus, she's just got too much on me now," he says, unable to meet her in the eye, feeling so ashamed of himself. Yet it is cathartic, finally speaking the truth.

"I appreciate that, but Steve..." she adds, almost kindly. "I could never forgive you for being unfaithful to me. Sure, you haven't slept with her, but you've been intimate with her - in fact, as intimate as anyone with a ...foot fetish... could be. Look, it must have taken some guts to have decided to tell me all this, but what do you want me to do? Have some time to think it over. You know that's just not going to happen." Her dark eyes with her pretty tanned complexion shows a completely reasonable expression. He can't argue with her.

"You're right. I'm sorry... it's all my fault. I'm not even blaming Lucy... " He adds seriously. "I know she's humiliated me and treated me like a doormat, but I let her. I could have said no, I could have spoken to you... She's got every right for wanting to seek this closure, to help her move on."

Helen sighs, wiping away a tear from the corner of her eye. "That doesn't change anything though. Steve, you know it's coming - we're over. I don't mean this in a horrible way, but the whole foot thing... I would struggle with it, you know how I feel about my feet.... even then, we could make something work. However, lying to me, with your ex and admitting you're still clearly not over her. I can't believe that - that after everything she's done, you're still going to just go along with what she tells you? That's really messed up. So yeah, it's over. You'll need to move out too, please," she adds, as if remembering they share an apartment. "I don't want to get technical and make this a messy break up, but you know the apartment is in my name, that I've bought all of the major appliances. Have this evening to pack up your things, I've got a spare suitcase and boxes you can have..."

Barely listening to her explaining some of the logistics, Steve merely nods quietly as they head back to work together. Helen even gives him a small, if a little frosty hug before they part ways inside the building.

The rest of the day is excruciating. Stacey of course gloats incessantly about becoming the new Assistant Manager, while he finds it hard to focus on anything productive, such are his thoughts centred around how his life is unravelling before him. One of the bosses has caught wind that he slipped out during the day, twice and gives him a formal warning, and a knock down the pay scale to make it even worse, in front of Stacey too so she can be privy to it, as his new line manager. In no uncertain terms, he is told he must become more focused, more diligent, doing everything that is asked of him.

As they walk back together from the meeting room, she lets out a sigh. "And to think...we were on the same level yesterday. Things really aren't working out for you. Oh, you can get that coffee for me now."

"Coffee... I don't need to... that's not my job!" He protests, rather feebly while they reach her new office. She smirks at him, slipping her heels off and placing her bare feet on her desk, making him feel immediately far weaker than he really needs to right now! He needs to set out his stall... make it clear that he will not be bullied...

"I want a coffee," she tells him simply and firmly. "You heard what Samantha said in that meeting just now. You do exactly what I tell you to. Plus, you are way lower in the pecking order than me now, so just do it already." She crosses her legs, looking extremely authoritative.

"But... please..." he says, feeling so pathetic now that she actually looks slightly sympathetic for a moment. "Coffee...? It's like...surely an intern...anyone else can get you?"

"Skinny latte with hazelnut syrup," she tells him firmly again, rolling her eyes a little. "You should be doing everything you can from now on - unless you want me to have a little chat to Samantha about your attitude?"

"No... no, Stacey," He replies meekly, knowing that he is beaten. He can't help but gulp at the sight of her long tanned legs on her new, spacious oak-panelled desk, bronzed feet, those white tips from the pedicure she had recently...

His new line manager tuts. "Jeez. Just go and make a me a coffee already, rather than gawping at my feet. Oh, I'd prefer you to call me 'boss' from now on, considering that I'm senior to you.

"Yes... boss," he replies, feeling embarrassed beyond words, skulking away to fetch his once-equal, once-chief-rival a coffee, simply to appease her. She accepts it with a dismissive wave of her hand as he is allowed to leave, with his tail between his legs, back to work.

Hours later, as he's preparing to leave, Stacey pays him a brief visit. "Good job with the coffee today. Honestly, keep being a good little slave for me and things will be fine. Here's how it is: if you do everything you can to please me and ride on my coattails, you'll keep your job and might get some recognition here or there, when I let you at least. One day, maybe in a few years, you may even be able to go for this role - as an Assistant Manager! By then I'll probably be CEO or something. Anyway, if you try to fight or resist me, all you'll do is get demoted further, or fired. From now on, you're my personal, little slave. Are you with me or against me?

"With you....boss... Sorry, boss..." he mumbles meekly. It's humiliating and not dissimilar an encounter to what he's had with Lucy recently.

Stacey grins. "Good slave. Get me a coffee tomorrow morning - on my desk for 8:30 sharpish. Each and every morning from now on, my devoted little slave!" She gives him a faux pout. "Don't worry, it could be worse - I haven't made you polish my desk or my shoes yet!" With a giggle she confidently strides away, leaving him embarrassed beyond words.

Thankfully, Helen doesn't isn't privy to any of this. However, the drive home is of course horribly awkward. Mostly in silence, occasionally peppered with small talk, it's actually a small mercy getting to pack his things, heading to his parents, who he tells some of the story to - that he and Helen have broken up, it's complicated etcetera etcetera...

While watching TV that evening, not really concentrating, he gets a message from his ex...

Come over foot bitch. I want a foot rub while I watch Black Widow.


He doesn't even think about doing anything else. Typing a quick grateful reply, he makes an excuse of going out for a drink (not Helen, which they eagerly hope he is patching things up with) and heads straight to his ex. He's well-practised with the kneeling, thanking, crawling... Almost doing it on autopilot, he does however feel excited to be around his ex. Now with a lot less guilt than before.

Kneeling at her feet, gratefully feeling the soft texture and the little wrinkles here and there in his hands, he tries to ignore the dialogue of the MCU film. He has suffered though many an hour of these... of films, TV spin off series. Agents of SHIELD is probably the worst of all! Lucy loves them though.

"How did it go, loser?" She asks him suddenly, not even looking at him while he meekly massages her feet.

Taking a second to remember, he summarises everything to her. She turns to frown at him, checking how genuine he seems before going onto Facebook. She lets out a soft 'ooh'.

"Well, it's official. Helen Chambers has changed her relationship to 'single'. Oh, and that birthday post has been deleted too. How does it feel then, foot bitch? Finally having the guts to be honest with yourself and with Helen?"

"It's...it's... in a way it feels good, Goddess, like it's... right that I've told the truth. You were right - of course you were right. I couldn't keep lying to her... I'd cheated on her, betrayed her... she deserves to be with someone better," he states sighing a little.

"Well, that won't take long I'm sure. I mean, no offence but you were really punching above your weight there," his ex tells him, not unkindly but it still does sting.

"Yes...Goddess... that is true... But I... I miss her..." he adds, trying to ignore the sharp look from Lucy. "I know... it was the right thing to do... couldn't keep living that lie... but I'm now back at my parents, no girlfriend...."

She smirks a little. "Oh no, back at your parents. How mortifying for you!" Her sarcastic words make him blush and apologise for saying something so insensitive. She waves it off. "It's funny though, look at us now. You massaging my feet while I watch an awesome film, both of us still at our parents. It's like we're sixteen years old again! Except that you have to kneel on the floor, that you're my foot bitch, rather than my boyfriend and I'm... well I'm clearly better than you - morally and emotionally, anyway.

She's right and he knows it. Staying silent and meekly kneading away at her flawless soles. "There's another difference too, actually. I'm on the way up now. I got that promotion today - didn't even need to interview! They told me I was assertive, confident and applied myself well."

"Th-that's amazing, Goddess," he tells her, genuinely pleased for his ex. Yet, there is a prickle of resentment that he gets demoted, and dumped, the same day she gets a promotion.

"I know," she says, a little too smugly. "A pay rise of 10 grand a year, and I'll be in the office for most of the time. Means you won't be able to be my bitch during the working day anymore, though..." She states, a little regretfully but proudly at the same time.

He figures this is for the best. With Stacey as his new boss, he already has a slavedriver to keep him busy during the day!

"So, this is all part of the plan. I'll keep using you as my foot bitch, which I know you can't and won't argue with. I mean, if you do, I know that I'll just force you down under my feet..." She says with a giggle, while he goes a little red, knowing that she's right - he's so pliable now that one foot in the face is enough to crush him back down. "I'll keep feeling more powerful, confident, then I can look to get my own place... I think I'm ready to give Tinder another go too..."

It's debasing, hearing her talk like this, as if he's not even there, yet he accepts it. All he can do is massage away, admittedly enjoying the experience, despite how demeaning it is. Maybe if he does a good job, she'll let him kiss her feet... or lick them again... just the thought makes his erection grow even stronger in his pants!

***

For the rest of the week, the routine begins to establish itself. Steve goes to work from his parents, getting there early to procure Stacey's skinny latte with hazelnut syrup, then begin the mountain of admin jobs that she's assigned to him, having carefully selected the most menial, fiddly tasks so that the rest of the team already see her as the 'best boss', as they have less paperwork and more time to strategise, and lunch too. He is the workhorse keeping it all together and he does not complain, knowing that it could well spell the end of his career. Nor does he get a single piece of recognition either - Stacey is quick to soak all that up.

Duncan is frosty with him, obviously knowing that he and Helen have broken up, yet he's not vindictive or does anything to disrupt his work. Steve just knows that future promotions are unlikely. Helen avoids him completely, both in and out of work. She actually walks past him briefly when he is in Stacey's office, dutifully dictating a list of tasks with her bare feet propped up on her new desk. In the corner of his eye, he's sure that he notices his beautiful ex roll her eyes at seeing him standing meekly to attention in front of a barefoot, powerful woman. Already, he catches wind that she has a date lined up at the weekend - a senior manager from another firm that their company has had a few dealings with before. It confirms to him that she's keen to move on, and he can't blame her.

Lucy messages him each evening, after work. It quickly becomes the highlight of the week, as he doesn't even bother socialising with his parents, who become increasingly concerned that he's going out rather a lot, rather than trying to fix things with Helen. He ends up lying to them, after a couple of days, that he is meeting up with Helen, just to appease them. They also bring up the gnarly issue of rent. Set rather high for his liking, they haven't taken into the account the fact that he was demoted recently, which is something else he can't bring to tell them. Still, he has somewhere to live. He also feels no need to see any of his buddies. They found out about Helen, all being sympathetic but he simply has no time for them - Lucy takes priority so even if he really wanted to, he couldn't see them. He uses the excuse of needing 'time on his own' as a reason to bail for any get togethers, which they seem to accept, for now at least. Imagine if they knew the truth, what he was really doing..

"Just like old times," Lucy sighs, content, lying tummy down on the couch, both bare feet hanging over the edge. Being the other way around, it means he is massaging them from toes to heel. He can never fully remove the feeling of shame, that he is nothing more than a foot bitch for his nerdy, ex girlfriend. When they were sixteen years old, he was rueing being with her, hoping to date hotter girls. He dumped her! "I honestly think that I could never get bored of this, loser." She giggles. "I just had a thought... Imagine if we had a high school reunion now and you had to explain to your friends, to that skanky cheerleader....Rachel.... that this is what you'd achieved in the last fourteen years!" She's in a very buoyant mood this Friday evening as she has already impressed her bosses so much, it looks like there will be supplementary project to oversee, which would mean an extra 500 dollars a month to her pay package. She's also got a Tinder date lined up for tomorrow evening....

Of course he's resentful. When she tells him her new salary, assuming she gets the approval for the project, it means that she will be out-earning him! That would have been unthinkable a week ago! And the Tinder date... that's the worst of all... Just to think the idea of how things ended with Helen.... the could have confided in his beautiful, now-ex girlfriend; she may have even understood and although not being the whole foot-thing, he could be in a 'normal' relationship still.... But it was never to be. Lucy has awoken something in him - a monster that devours the foot experiences and he just can't get enough! He's become just so, so accustomed to being at her feet. If only she had let him 'move on' when he explained so clearly to her why it was the best thing for both of them.

But that's the whole point of it, he's come to realise, gently rubbing her big toe between his thumb and forefinger. She will use and discard him when she's ready to, leaving him pining for her so she can in no uncertain terms have total closure from him. This is not his story, but hers. She's the one who will get the happy ending and from her perspective, it's only fair that he's left grovelling in the dirt, under her feet. She's not ready to dismiss him yet though, which he can't help but be grateful for. A couple of times, he's considered not replying to her "Come over, foot bitch" type messages. But he knows that he can't resist now. It's not even the potential threat of her sharing any videos or messages online - she hasn't even referred to those for days now.

What she's wanted all along is to make him feel what she did - weak and useless with few prospects. She knows that having him over as her foot bitch keeps him submissive and unlikely to better himself, professionally or personally. It's harsh and it's brutal, but it's not actually that unfair, considering how he's treated her before. Part of him yearns for her to break it off sooner rather than later, then he can get his act together...refocus on work so he can break out of being Stacey's work slave. He can have time to talk to a therapist of his own - it's done wonders for Lucy! But then he doesn't really need to. The epiphany he had the other day, that he needs a relationship where he's not a foot bitch, like he clearly is with Lucy, but is respected and valued, with him being allow to explore his love for female feet. There could be...there should be someone out there for him. It's not Lucy, it's not Helen.... it could even be Stacey, in a strange way! Better still, someone he hasn't even met yet.

"So I'm thinking, what dress shall I wear tomorrow? I think the short black one, maybe with the black heels. Or I've got that blue dress with the flowers on... I mean, I haven't been out on a date for ages, for obvious reasons..." She turns her head around to glare at him with this remark, while he sheepishly apologises. "So... I think the blue dress but with which shoes..."

He doesn't offer an opinion, fully knowing this is his role: to serve his ex girlfriend's feet, for as long as she wants him to. So, although he does know it would be better for him to move on, to take charge of his life again, he knows that's not his choice. It's Lucy's. And the longer it goes on that she owns him, the more he's used to it and knows that it will be harder to let go of. The idea of not being at her feet seems like a tough prospect. And that's just after a week as her foot bitch...imagine if this keeps going on for a month...or longer! Then again, if this date tomorrow goes well, perhaps she won't need him. Or maybe she will - she might want to move on by having a proper, fulfilling relationship, but keep him at her convenience as her foot bitch. As a reminder for how much he's beneath her and that she's moved on...

"Oh, foot bitch, I forgot, I've got some other good news too..." She rolls over, slipping her feet out of his hands before repositioning them so he can continue the massage, a huge grin on her face. "With my promotions, it means I can just secure a deposit on my own apartment! It's actually a lot bigger than I thought it would be, well it's much better than your old place..."

Steve grimaces, knowing that she means the one bed apartment he had a few years ago, when they were last dating.

"That means when my parents get back from holiday, you don't need to worry about bumping into them. You can come over to the new place instead" She grins, looking genuinely happy and excited.

Part of him is happy for her but he still can't help but feel resentful. He merely gives her a weak smile, knowing that whatever he says it probably wouldn't come out right. She was right before - the best use of his mouth is when kissing or licking her feet!

"Anyway..." she continues, playing with a strand of her strawberry blonde hair. "I've got my date tomorrow at 6. You can come over at 4, so you can be my foot rest, rub my feet when I get ready.

"Th-thank you, Goddess..." he replies meekly, knowing that it will be galling serving her, while she gets ready to have an actual date with another man.

"Oh, you could actually clean my white shoes too... you did such a good job earlier this week, after all... And they would go perfectly with that blue flowery dress. It would make me look even cuter..."

"Ye-yes...of course...Goddess..thank you G-Goddess..." he practically whimpers, knowing that although it will be debasing and disgusting licking dirt off her shoes, it will give him satisfaction, knowing he is serving her.

"Best to come over at 2pm then. Then If there's any time left, you can lick my feet...suck my toes.... This guy is into dancing and I don't want my feet to be tired... Ooh, that's a good point. On Sunday, whenever I'm up and awake, I'll message you as my feet will be really sore. They will need a lot of licking, rubbing... You OK there, loser?" He smirks at him while he squirms, clearly trying to stop his full-on boner from pushing too much against his pants.

"Yes....yes Goddess. Th-thank you, Goddess...." he whimpers, trying hard but failing not to imagine the glorious flavour of her bare soles...

She stretches out like a cat, making him move his hands to limply hold on to her bare feet, then adjusts her thick glasses. It balks that she so strongly resembles the awkward teenager of sixteen, in many ways. Yet, she's getting more powerful, self-assured. It's also telling that she feels comfortable enough to not look her 'hottest' around him. That she should be accepted and appreciated without the glasses being a factor. "Anyway, that's the rest of the weekend. Keep rubbing and don't let your hands get too sweaty. Then again if you do, I'll just use your face as a foot rest again."

Steve lets out a small whine of defeat, his whole body convulsing forward while his conqueror's eyes widen with both surprise and satisfaction.

"That easy?" She coos at him. "Actually, yeah lie down on the floor over here and be my foot rest. I don't want your spunk dripping on the carpet.

His whole body wracked in shame and practically shaking with frustration that even post-orgasm, he has zero fight in him. Crumpling to the floor, he gazes up at Lucy's bare feet that slowly lower down towards his face.

Letting out a giggle she wiggles her toes. "Don't worry - it's OK to be a pathetic, foot bitch. It's not like you're man enough to date other women or try to be in a 'normal' relationship. It's never worked out before, definitely not with Helen... I mean, some guys are just born to be foot bitches. They're never going to be happy, never get to be 'normal' AND live out their little fantasies..."

He closes his eyes briefly in defeat, while his conqueror grins down at him. He hopes, rather futilely, that she's wrong - that he will find a woman who he can have a proper, decent relationship with - someone who would accept his fetish, allow him to indulge in it... Yet, he has no control over it. By the time Lucy has chosen to discard him or not, he may then be too deeply under her spell to even WANT anything else, anything other than being her devoted foot bitch! Steve whimpers as her bare soles cover his face; he knows it won't be long until he has another hard-on.

Letting out a sigh of contentment, Lucy stretches her feet, spreading her toes over her defeated, broken ex boyfriend. "Everything is coming together nicely. Anyway, keep being the perfect foot bitch, and I'm happy to keep you around, for now..."

So that's how it is! Steve is powerless to do anything other than be Lucy's foot bitch. He's totally at her mercy and can only watch helplessly as she gets more confident, successful - both personally and professionally, while he stays crushed, beneath her, regressing at a similar rate to her progressing. And he can't blame her, he can't blame anyone else other than himself. He's had chance and chance again to stand up for himself but he knows deep down that he deserves this. Maybe, maybe one day he'll start taking control of his life again... but it doesn't look likely at the moment!