You sigh heavily, no matter what alternative you thought of, the only way to ensure your survival right now is to do exactly what the bitch says and pray she doesn't crush you anyway. You drop to your knees and weakly gesture a praying motion towards her foot. Karen smirked and pressed her dominance. "Good. Now kiss them..." She said while splaying her toes forward. You hesitate but continue to obey and approach her ugly toes, closing your eyes, you kiss the sweaty skin and await your next order. With a harsh tone, the woman demanded you go further.

Over the next hour or so, Karen reveled in forcing this tiny person to lick the grimy undersides of her toes. Growing bored, Karen relaxed herself onto the couch and propped her feet up in front of her pet and turned on the TV. "I want those sole all clean before I finish my show!" She demanded and resumed watching paying little mind to the thing at her feet.

Stuck at the base of her heels you stared patiently up at the soles above you. They were coated in a thin layer of dust and the toughened skin at her heel only worsened the foot odor emanating off her terrible feet. Sooner or later she'll get distracted and there was no way in hell you were about to lick these wretched soles clean. So you waited and waited, watching the bedroom door while trying to ignore the odor around you. Before long you're opportunity arrives as the bedroom door swings open and the woman's daughter strolls in demanding she make dinner. In this split second before the woman can grab you, you decide to...