Five Years Later.......

"Damn, why is it so hot out?" Tsunade thought to herself in frustration. All over Kohona people were seen panting and furiously gulping down water, searching desperately for a cool place. Most were out swimming to cool down, but there was no rest for the Hokage. She had paperwork to do. Despite the fans whirring away in the room, One could see sweat beads on Tsunade's face. Her hair was slightly matted, and sweat had created large wet spots on her clothing under the arms and in between the breasts. She had long abandoned her green jacket, and tried to survive in her grey robe and heavy pants: if she wore less, the men around her became.....less productive.

She filled out paperwork despite the torture. All the windows were open. Papers were sprawled everywhere, some carried off by the fans. Tsunade was leaning back in her chair, her hands scribbling onto paper, with her legs resting on the corner of her desk, crossed at the ankles. Her shoes lay on the floor below it, obviously kicked off. Completing the scene was Kusaki, dutifully peppering his master's feet with kisses.

Kusaki wore the outfit that had long been picked out from him, a simple white robe. Tsunade liked this because you could clearly see the shoe marks when she trampled him.

Shizune walked in and handed a few more papers to her boss "last ones for today, ma'am." Tsunade sighed "Well that's a relief, thanks Shizune."

Shizune wiped the sweat from her brow and walked out, not even sparing a glance for the only person in the building with a worse job than her. He had been there so long, he was just part of the background.

Kusaki felt nothing. He could be humiliated no longer. After a few months of public humiliation from Tsunade and her apprentices, he was immune. He was resigned to his slavery. Sure, it was only until he made jounin. But he was decieved, as it turned out. Who could become strong enough to pass the test when the majority of his time was spent worshiping a woman's shoes and feet? As a running joke, Tsunade sent him to the Chunnin exams each year, where the gleeful young genin girls, expecting him, would easily dominate him, beat him down, and force him to suck on their feet. The crowd loved it.

So Kusaki stayed a genin, and a slave. Kusaki looked at the feet he was kissing, as he had nothing else to look at. The beads of sweat constantly forming and dripping down caused him no more repulsion: he kissed away the sweat without hesitation. Tsunade made a barely noticable movement of her feet, and Kusaki understood her order: He began to lick her perspiring feet. He knew every nook and cranny of the Hokage's foot better than everything else. He had memorized every contour and rough spot on her beautiful, yet disgusting feet. Kusaki licked from the heel up to the ball on both feet, flattening his tongue out, as his master thought him, to cover the most ground. Kusaki swallowed her sweat, replacing it with cool saliva, giving the Hokage a pleasant sensation.

Tsunade smiled and actually addressed her meek slave "That's excellent, Kusaki. It's a good thing you're around."
This was something special. She rarely addressed him anymore. He was just her foot slave, after all.

He also knew quite well the feet of Tsunade's apprentices. Hinata abandoned all shyness around him, treating him as an object, just like the rest. Ino had him licking her feet for hours, while she talked constantly. She chatted about clothes, and her friends, and about how dumb men were and really how lucky he was too be doing this. Kusaki listened. It was the most anyone ever said to him. Tenten saw him as a service, nothing more. She often asked for the 'Tenten special' which was basically Kusaki, with his teeth, scraping away the rough callus which developed on her feet from training. Sakura did not much have him worship her feet anymore, though she often kicked him viciously as she passed, and was not past making him lick her shoes for mercy. Kusaki gleaned that she was getting her services from someone else. After a brutal 12 hour session in the hospital, he saw by chance Sakura sitting in a chair in an empty hospital room, an evil smirk on her face, with her foot shoved into the mouth of a boy with bright yellow hair and whiskers, whose face turned a sickly green as he pitifully sucked away.

He could even hope for rescue from his former village. He had originally, knowing whatever Orochimaru's punishment for desertion, it had to be better than this. Unfortunately, Orochimaru was of the same opinion. He had appeared before him 4 years earlier, informing him mockingly that he didn't need to worry about him, what Tsunade did to him was punishment enough. His haunting laughter rang in Kusaki's ears constantly.

Tsunade was certainly more calm and cheerful with a full time footslave. If she felt frustrated about her job, she just needed to take a glance at Kusaki to put things in perspective. Being the Hokage might be frustrating, but at least she didn't have to lick sweaty feet every day! She had enough power to reduce a ninja to a spineless shoe licking weakling. It was a constant confidence booster.

The other women of the village had long picked up on her confidence. Everywhere you looked you saw men meekly massaging their girlfriend's or wife's feet, and to see a woman having her feet kissed was commonplace.

This was life. Kusaki massaged, kissed, and licked his mistresses feet, sucked and painted her toes, tongue cleaned her shoes, He took abuse from her and the cruel village kunoichi, and in exchange, he got to keep on living.

Tsunade leaned back, locked her hands behind her head, closed her eyes and smiled gently to herself. She decided to treat herself to dinner and a spa treatment later. For her, everyday was a new adventure. The world was hers. For Kusaki, every day was serving Tsunade. Kusaki swabbed his tongue between the sweaty toes of the Hokage. He lived for nothing else.