You gulp in fear, swallowing any dignity you may have had left, and bring your face up-close to her sole. You peck a single gentle kiss on her skin and already your lips are permanently marred with the salty taste. "You call that a kiss?" She eggs you on. "I said worship."
Challenged, you lean in close once again and open-mouth make out with the surface of her sole, your tongue sliding around and in between any wrinkles, over the coarse texture. You try to convince yourself that the taste isn't so bad, you like it. You're lost in a trance for a while before you hear Lanna's rapturous laughter. "Wow, you're really loving this, aren't you?" she asks.
You feign at first, pretending that you're not. "I uh-- no." "You can't lie to me, little guy. Hell, even if you aren't into it, you'd better get used to it." "What's that supposed to mean?" you ask. "Well," she giggles. "This is the beginning of the rest of your life." You're stunned. "You're mine now. Forever."
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