"I couldn't imagine a more useless person to be a foot slave." Olivia knocked you over with her foot, causing you to land against the table. "Maybe this is just Taylor screwing with me again." You put your entire body into that foot rub and she still wasn't satisfied? What did she expect, you're not even tall enough to reach her toes.
Olivia's foot raised above you. The sole you just spent the last several minutes trying to massage came down on your, squishing you against the table. You grunt in pain, but the pressure wasn't enough to squash you flat. Olivia dragged her foot back, letting your body roll up her foot. She did this several times, dragging her foot up until she felt you press against her heel, and dragging her foot back down until you were just under her toes.
"Maybe I'm supposed to treat you more like an object. I can't expect you do message my feet on your own, but damn does it feel good using you like this." Olivia dragged her foot back again, but this time she cupped your body with her toes until you feel completely off the table.
The landing the rough, but you knew you didn't have much time to wallow before her foot came back down on you. Olivia pressed her ball into your body, your head just below her big toe and feet just below her pinkie toe. Instead of rolling you, she pressed down harder, grinding the ball of her foot to relieve the pain in her muscles.
You felt humiliated. At least when you were massaging her foot, you were doing something. You feel useless here, like you're not good enough on your own to rub a foot. It's ridiculous, out of everyone in the world why did this teenage bitch have to be the one to own you?
"I might have to put you in my heels when I start my guts tour in February." As Olivia twisted her foot on top of you, you can briefly see through the cracks between her toes that she's still looking down at her phone. Are you not even interesting enough to keep her full attention? "We're picking wardrobe for set pieces now and the heels we decided on me wearing are huge. Some of them are probably bigger than you. I think you'd fit nice inside them though."
The idea of being on stage while she toured and sang was even worse than being a foot stress reliever. You didn't care for her music before, but you definitely didn't want to hear it now that you knew how much of a cunt Olivia really was.
Whether it was intentional or absentminded, Olivia increased the weight of her foot on top of you. She swished it around, and you felt a knot in her foot that she was rubbing against you. It hurt like hell as she was trying to relieve it, but it took an upwards of 10 minutes before the pressure was lightened and the knot was gone.
You couldn't handle much more of this, Olivia didn't care at all about your well being. Now that she knew shrinking people was possible, whose to say she wouldn't replace you if you 'accidentally' died under her foot.
What should you do?
1. Wait it out, she has to get bored of you eventually. But then again, she hasn't relieved the stress in her other foot yet.
2. Submit to her, if you beg her to let you be her slave maybe she won't be as careless with the way she treats your body. But then again, things might get a lot worse if she started giving you tasks again.
3. Time to go, Olivia has someplace to be. But what is she going to do with her new foot toy? Maybe keep you in her shoe, or something else?
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