As soon as JoAnn opens the door and looks at the tattoo on your forehead she laughs in your face. "You're 'head under heels in love' with my feet, huh Timmy? That's the funniest thing I've ever seen. I thought you'd just get one on your arm or something." You turn your head down and see JoAnn's shoes. She is wearing her white open heeled slip on sneakers.
"Actually, Miss JoAnn, that's not the only tattoo I got." You say before showing her the ones on your arms and back. JoAnn laughs even harder. "Wow you really did mark yourself as a little foot-lover, huh? What possessed you to do that?"
"The nice lady at the tattoo parlor told me to." You answer. JoAnn continues to laugh. "Well I guess you've proven you love my feet. But I still don't care about you at all. Neither do my feet, obviously. But I suppose since you are so in love with them I will let you spend some time with them. But you are going to have to earn it. Let's see, you've already cleaned my house, shined my shoe collection and gave me a decent pedicure. What else do I want from you? I know! Money. Pay to worship my feet, you little bitch. $200 an hour sounds fair to me."
You can't believe this. $200 an hour to worship JoAnn's feet? But you know you'll say yes. You always say yes to JoAnn. You look at her "May I please pay to worship your feet, Miss JoAnn?"
JoAnn sits down and slips off her shoes. "Focus on the toes. They are sweaty." She says as she flips on the TV. Paying to worship her feet and you have to do it as she says? You know you are filth to her. But at the sight of her feet you find yourself helpless. You lay down and begin to kiss JoAnn's sweaty toes. After a few kisses you take her big toe into your mouth and suck it as hard as you can. Her toenail digs into your mouth but you don't slow down. You are not even thinking rational thoughts anymore. It is like you are letting her toe empty your mind.
"Lick them clean." JoAnn says without even looking down at you. You lick between her toes, taking in all the sweat and debris. After about forty-five minutes JoAnn stands up. "I'm going shopping. I didn't bother to keep track of the time, so lets just call it three hours. Hand me your credit card and I'll just spend the money directly." You hand JoAnn your credit card. Knowing it was less than an hour you had been at her feet, but too broken to say no.
JoAnn stands up and tells you to stay and wait for her to return. "You can lick my floors if you'd like. I'm sure my feet would appreciate having a clean floor to walk on. Ha!" JoAnn says before leaving you laying in front of her chair, crying at how low you've gotten. After a few minutes you get up and decide to...
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