"I definitely owe Taylor for this. I think you're going to be an amazing toy." Olivia said, smiling.
"What, no you can't do this!" You shout. "I'm not a toy, you have to let me go!"
"Ummm, did you not hear that little voice message. Taylor gave you to me as a gift. You're my property now. I can do whatever I want with you." Olivia said. "And that includes punishing you if you don't do exactly what I tell you."
"But that's crazy! She can't just give me to you, I'm a person!" You shout.
"Maybe you used to be, but no person is that small." Olivia said, before sitting back in her seat and propping her feet up in front of you. You were now in the shadow of two giant bare soles, each several times your height.
"Let's get you settled into your new life. How about to start you get acquainted with my feet? A foot rub would be great right now."
You looked back and forth between the two giant soles, and then to her face framed between them. Fortunately her feet seemed to be quite clean, but still! You were not going to just do whatever she told you to do!
"No way, I am not your slave." You said, standing firm. Olivia wasn't amused. In a flash her hand snatched you off the table, fingers wrapped around you like 4 hungry boa constrictors, trapping you while they carried you towards her pouting face.
"Let me explain your new role here. You are going to do exactly what I say, when I say it. You will give every task I give you 100% energy. And if you don't..."
Olivia held you inches from her lips as she said this next part: "I will bite off your arms and legs, one by one." She snapped her teeth at you, your reflection visible in the glistening white teeth for a moment. "Then, when all you are is a little worm, I'll make you my new butt plug. How does that sound?"
You could hardly even process what you were hearing. This beautiful popstar was literally threatening to take away your limbs and reduce you to a living sex toy. Though "living" would almost certainly be a temporary designation.
She didn't need you to answer. The look of fear on your face was enough. She dropped you back on the table, once again before her gigantic feet.
"You. My feet. Now." Olivia said, and you didn't hesitate. You ran up to her right foot and pressed your hands against it, sinking your fingers into the soft skin of her sole. It was a relief that she at least seemed to take good care of her feet, as you could easily have had a much worse time.
You slid your hands up and down, squeezing and pressing, not really sure how best to give a foot rub at this size. You couldn't see her face at all from this close to her foot, leaving you wondering if she was happy with your work.
"Put your back into it. I can barely feel you." Olivia said.
Apparently not then. You leaned into your next press, kneading the skin on the bottom of her foot like dough while pressing your hands as hard as possible into her heel.
"That's more like it." Olivia said, and you breathed a sigh of relief, continuing to dig your hands into her skin and even leaning your shoulder against her foot, using its hard point the way you would have used a thumb at normal size. If Olivia appreciated that extra effort, she certainly didn't show it.
After several minutes of rubbing away, Olivia's foot suddenly began to tip down towards you, like though she was going to step on you. You frantically jumped backwards, falling in your buff before practically crawling away as your ceiling became her foot. You didn't think you were fast enough, but it stopped descending when you were directly under her toes.
"You can rub between my toes now." Olivia said, but not you could see her, or at least her face, framed between her big and second toes. She wasn't looking at you though. She was scrolling on her phone, apparently reading something, not showing any interest in your predicament.
Cautiously, you rose to your feet, bringing your hands between the enormous toes and pressing into the soft flesh between them. All the while Olivia continued to ignore you, tapping away at her phone screen. You made your way down the line of toes over the course of the next 10 minutes, occasionally started by a sudden curling or flexing of her toes as you inadvertently tickled her.
"I hope you're not planning on ignoring my other foot." Olivia said, apparently her signal that you ought to switch feet.
So you walked cautiously towards her other foot, you knew you had to come up with ppan. While you seemed safe for now, you couldn't allow this to be your future. You couldn't live your life as some spoiled popstar's toy. But what were you supposed to do? Get Taylor Swift to grow you back? Not likely. Maybe the police had resources to deal with this? No matter what, it was hard to imagine a worse person to be owned by than Olivia after what you'd seen of her so far.
What happens?
1. Olivia is actually impressed with your foot rubbing skills. She declares you her new foot slave, and gives you a bottle of nail polish to start painting her toenails.
2. Olivia decided you aren't a very good foot rubber, so she begins to roll you between her soles, using you as a muscle roller on her feet as she calls Taylor and asks for suggestions.
3. Olivia thinks you did an adequate job, and now she has a new task for you.
4. Olivia has some place to be, and you're coming along, trapped in her shoe under her foot with the instruction to keep rubbing.
5. You make a run for it, and Olivia catches you easily before making good on her threat to punish you.
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