The smell this time was too much, I couldn't stay awake. The odor was overpowering me, and I was helpless to resist its power. Everything was starting to get dark. The last thing I saw was Ms. Meele lean towards my face, close enough for her long bushy hair to tickle my cheeks a little, speak her last words.
"Good night, my slave."
And with that, everything went black.

When I awoke, I felt myself trapped. I saw nothing but darkness. I was no longer handcuffed and I was free to move my arms slightly in front of me. I felt like I was trapped in a rectangular shaped box. I felt around, and concluded that I was trapped in a suitcase. I let out a sigh, that I had lost my chance for freedom. Breathing in through my nose, I noticed the smell of Ms. Meele's feet was back, and as strong as ever. I felt around, and found her shoes on my lap. The putrid smell was even worse, because I was trapped in a small space, and none of the smell would escape. I was trapped with her shoes, the stench filling the entire suitcase with a thick layer that I couldn't take my mind off.

I suddenly felt a giant shock, followed by rumbling. These movements triggered my inner-most fears. While I figured it was the suitcase being moved, the nudges simulated one of the most horrific moments of my life. I felt my spine freeze up, my legs going numb, and my head flashing with images of the nightmare of my past, which has plagued me ever since it happened. The tremors felt like I was trapped within the Earth during an earthquake, this was more intense than any other earthquake I had fallen to, and it wasn't ending.

This nightmare has been haunting me for long enough! I had to take my mind off it, not let it control me anymore! It was pitch black, there was nothing to focus on, other than the shoes that were thrown into the suitcase along with me. I never wanted to stick my nose inside her shoes again, but the tremors were too unbearable. I took a deep breath, grabbed her shoe, and buried my face into it. I inhaled as deep as I possibly could, and let her foot smell seep into my body. The scent was pure toxic, and my body once again started submitting to the smell once again.

It was working! Before long, the tremors began to fizzle away until I stopped feeling it. As I continued to immerse myself in her foot smell, the strangest feeling opened up inside me. I began to feel, dare I say... comforted, by the smell. The powerful cheesy vinegary scent started to become addicting, and I found myself forcing my nose deeper into her shoe, and caressing the leather with my hands. Even if I wanted to, I never wanted to stop smelling her shoes.

Like a drug addict obsessed with their substance, I had to inhale more of that aroma. Every time I took a deep smell of her shoes, my body felt more and more relaxed. I clung onto her shoes with all my life. I was in a moment of complete serenity and bliss. While I was in my own world, the tremors stopped, and I only just picked up a faint sound of unzipping. Light suddenly burst into the suitcase and I tumbled out from the back, still clutching onto her shoes. Looking up, I saw Ms. Meele, standing over me.

"I'm glad to see you liked my little present. I had to change into a different pair of shoes, but you deserved it after all the lovely work you did on my feet. You make a great foot slave."
I looked around, and saw a giant window, light pouring into the room. Pink carpets, wallpaper and bedsheets, I concluded that I was in Ms. Meele's bedroom.
"Take a good look, this is where you will spend the rest of your life."
She walked over to a closed closet door, and told me to look. As she opened the door, I saw stacks and stacks of shoes.
"This will be your room, slave. When I have to go, you will stay here, and lick all of my shoes clean. I'll make sure they smell nice and sweaty, just for you."

She walked back over to her bed, and sat down at the foot of it.
"I hope you liked your trial as my foot slave, because from now on you'll be spending all eternity worshiping my feet."
All my doubts about being her slave, and all the time I spent plotting my escape turned out to be in vain. It would've been better spent giving into my new mistress. But now I can spend the rest of my life making up for my mistake. My destiny was not to become a prosecutor, it was to spend my life groveling to the woman most deserving of pampering and worshiping. And now I will devote my life to making sure Cammy Meele would always be loved.
These were my thoughts as I lowered my head under her feet, for what would be the second time of many to come.