Even though Tora has stated that she is going to take over your life, you feel powerless to resist her. Whimpering a little, you continue to place soft kisses all over Tora's slightly wrinkled sole. which is still arched up a little from the ground.
"You won't need to make any decisions from now on, either. Everything you do in your life will be up to me. How does that sound, slave?" Tora's tone is commanding and matter-of-fact.
"Er....um," you mumble into Tora's beautiful bare foot.
"Answer me properly," your new mistress says sharply, her other foot prodding into the side of your head.
"Er, yes..." you gasp, still into her foot.
"Yes, mistress," Tora instructs you.
"Yes, mistress," you repeat.
Tora giggles. "This is just too easy! I knew you liked feet, but I still can't believe how quickly I've broken you. You must be the most pathetic excuse for a man ever! God, you are lucky to have me now to sort you out."
You grunt slightly while you keep kissing away, every time your mouth lingers on her salty, powerful foot, you feel increasingly cemented into your new position: Tora's slave.
"OK, slave. You can stop kissing. Now!" Tora shouts slightly, snapping you out of your kissing - you relinquish, rather reluctantly. "We need to get a few things straight. First of all, give me your phone."
Still with your body lying sideways on the floor, you scramble around for your phone until you manage to hoist it from your pocket. Lifting yourself to your knees, you present your phone to Tora, keeping your eyes fixed on the floor; you feel too inferior to her to look her in the eyes.
"Right," your ex girlfriend snatches the phone away. "Let me see..." Tora frowns a little while she examines something on your phone. You glance further downwards to stare at her gorgeous toes. The turquoise paint reflects against the light and shimmers around...
"Who the hell is Lizzie?" Tora snaps at you suddenly.
A feeling of panic overwhelms you; how are you supposed to explain your current girlfriend to Tora...?
"Er," you begin. "S-she's my..."
"Your what?" Tora raises her eyebrow quizzically at you. Unable to complete your sentence, she resumes searching the phone, letting out a small chuckle.
"She's your girlfriend, isn't she?" Tora grins at you, though her eyes are narrowed and look rather dangerous.
Before you can even give an answer, Tora cuts you off. "You need to break up with her. In fact, I can do that for you." Tora smiles a little as she taps your phone several times and puts it to her ear...
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