This choice: Time for some bootlicking, slave • Go Back...Chapter #5Bootlicking for Old Time's Sake by: Lelouch   "Thing's just haven't been the same since you got married. Back when we were younger I could come see you whenever I wanted. Gosh, remember that time you stayed over at my house for four months?" Unfortunately you did. You didn't stay at Rouge's so much as you were kidnapped. Back then you had to have been around...a foot tall? By the time Sarah found you you were six inches tall and lucky to be that big. Every day for four months you crawled your way to each of Rouge's shoes and licked them clean, only to then have to crawl to her toes and properly pamper them. On a good day you got to eat crumbs from the bottoms on her feet. On most days you had to beg the Goddess for food and deal with the inevitable games and mockery that came with it. By the time Sarah finally saved you you were so happy you kissed her feet for a day straight.
"They were good times Goddess Rouge." You forced a smile, repressing all those horrid memories.
"Yeah they were. Though from what I hear you still put that tongue of yours to work eh?"
"Goddess Sarah needs her shoes cleaned every time. Just because I'm small doesn't mean I can't do my part." While she may have been rough on you Sarah was a perfect Goddess. She never did anything to you that you didn't already deserve.
"I couldn't agree more dear." Rouge smiled, "If nothing else Sarah taught you your place all right. Below me."
"Of course Goddess. I'm just a bug at your feet." Where was your Goddess Wife when you needed her? This was not looking good at all. If Sarah came through here at any point to save you you would happily spend the next month licking her feet with no breaks.
"Oh? At my feet you say? Then...why aren't you there now?" Rouge's deep laugh sent chills down your spine. "Come now bug boy. Come."
Instantly your body jerked to action and you began your descent down the chair. With good reason it seemed. The instant you weren't on the cushion Rouge quickly seated herself. If you hesitated for a moment her titanic butt would've crushed you. Her legs were directly behind you, impatiently crossing and uncrossing. All you could see in your peripheral was the familiar shade of white you'd come to know all too well in your life. Rouge's boots were the things of nightmares. Just glancing at the white mountains was enough to give you flashbacks of every previous time they'd come down to crush you. Regardless, you climbed down the floor and stood before the two boots, doing your best not to show fear.
"Come on has your wife taught you nothing Luke? Bow to your Goddess."
You lowered yourself on all fours and looked to the ground.
"You really do belong there." The Demon laughed. "I really have missed you bug. No one makes me feel as nice as you do. Then again I guess no one else makes me feel like an all powerful Goddess either!" She laughed again at her tasteless joke. Nervously you laughed too. "I actually had someone lick my boots clean this morning. Though compared to you it just wasn't that good unfortunately. Needless to say he's out on the streets. Now I'm in the market for a new boot slave." Rouge's eyes gained a mean glint, "So how bout it darling? For old time's sake?"
It wasn't a request and she knew it. Hiding your disgust you eagerly answered, "Of course Goddess Rouge!"
"If you have time to talk you have time to lick."
Still on all fours, you crawled to Rouge's left boot and began to lick. It wasn't a new action by any stretch. You lived to serve your Goddesses. Licking shoes clean was hardly anything anymore. On a semi-daily basis you licked all of Sarah's shoes clean. Once in a while you took care of your daughter's shoes. In fact, just about every Goddess you knew you licked their shoes clean at some point. It wasn't a big deal at all. But something about doing it for Goddess Rouge really irritated you. Perhaps it was the taste. You were more than accustomed to the taste of a worn sandal or a fairly recent sneaker, even the occasional heel, but Rouge's boots were unique. They were the kind of boots people who only bought high-class shoes would wear. They had a perpetual leathery taste that never seemed to go away and mixed with the years of exposure to Rouge's feet it wasn't a great combination.
You knew Rouge was eagerly watching you with each second too. One of her favorite past times was watching you worship her. It took hours upon hours to lick even a single boot to the Goddess's satisfaction but her gaze never left you once as you did it in all these years. It made you break out in a sweat just thinking about it. A single misstep and Rouge would seize it to do God know's what. As much as you relished the idea of getting crushed you honestly really liked your current height. Where the hell was Sarah?!
"Just like the good old days." Rough laughed. That deep, seductive laugh seemed to be the only one she had. It was a laugh that inspired fear and arousal at the same time. "You may have a career in this bug. I can make your family a very nice offer. Then we can spend all day together."
After hearing that you gagged, an act that did not go unnoticed.
"Did you really just gag at my boots?" You cursed at yourself under your breath. Rouge was so obviously trying to trigger a reaction out of you. You tried to keep licking and move on but the boot pulled back. "Such insolence from an ant." Rouge sounded far too delighted with the outcome. The black sole of her boot was inches away from you. "This boot could lower an inch right now and crush you into dust. Did you forget that?"
"N-No Goddess." You squeaked. How many times had this black sole been the death of you? You lost track. All you knew was seeing it freaked you out.
"Then please tell me why you gagged."
"I...I...." You scrambled for an answer, "I choked on its greatness my Goddess."
A chuckle left Rouge's plump lips, "Is that so? Then I suppose there's no problem then. Just apologize first."
"I'm sorry Goddess Rouge."
"Not to me silly. To my boots. You insulted them."
"Sorry oh holy boots. I was wrong to insult you like that."
"Good." Rouge snickered, "While you're down there go ahead and get the sole cleaned."
"Yes Goddess..." You went to work, whole body shaking from the sight of Rouge's boot sole. There was no doubt about it. Maybe half an hour of licking this sole and you'd be crushed again. It couldn't possibly not happen.
Guess I better get used to being even smaller. You mentally sighed.
Then a miracle happened.
"Excuse me, what is going on here?"
If Rouge was annoyed she hid it effortlessly. She looked over her shoulder to Sarah standing in the entryway. "Nothing much darling. While we waited our little bug here volunteered to clean my boots. It'd have been rude to refuse."
Sarah crossed her arms, "Somehow I don't think that's what happened." Of course she saw this coming. It didn't irritate her any less.
"Relax Sarah! Honestly you need to go out more often darling. You seem a wee bit tense."
Sarah forced a smile on her face and sat at the couch opposite Rouge. "I'm just tired I suppose. Haven't slept much lately."
"Oh I'm afraid I wouldn't know what that's like. On my nice luxurious bed I almost never wake up. I can't imagine sleeping on that rock you have. I kid of course!"
"Of course." Sarah replied through gritted teeth. Her eyes darted towards you, clearly angry. Her fingers snapped and pointed to the spot before her feet. Wordlessly you rushed to obey your Goddess of a wife. Anything to get away from Rouge.
You were barely halfway when she said it. "Where you going Luke? You didn't finish."
The words stopped you dead in your tracks. You turned and saw Rouge looking directly at you with her finger pointed at her boots.
"Get over here Luke." Goddess Sarah impatiently chirped in. You turned back and saw her finger pointing at her feet.
"Nonsense dear. Luke, come back here and finish licking your Goddess's boots. You can't leave a job half finished."
"Luke, get your ass over here and start licking my toes now." Sarah was fuming, though admittedly not without good reason. Each second with Rouge was like a second in hell.
There you stood, with two Goddesses on either end of you both ordering you to come worship their feet. You froze, unsure of what to do. On one hand Sarah was more than upset already and slighting her now would only prove bad for an undetermined amount of time. But on the other hand if you ignored Rouge...it wouldn't end well. You couldn't even imagine what that Demoness would do to you. Rouge always got her way.
You had to choose though. Do you rush to obey Sarah, or Rouge?   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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