Winry wants to keep Mustang as her Slave
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chapter 17
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copier
· original author:
mr.x
Winry finished with describing mustangs life took a sock dropped him in it and then securely inserted her foot so there was no escape for the tiny bug. winry slept peacefully while mustang barely got any sleep in a sweaty hell of a teenage girls sock. the next day winry took off her socks and threw mustang onto her pair of famous brown sandals.
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She completely ignored him and began to work on some automail
Winry had been enjoying her time with Mustang underfoot. It was one of the greatest experiences of the country girls life, feeling the man who murdered her parents squirm between her toes. She had been having the best days of her life when he was under her feet and buttcheeks, but maybe she was enjoying him a little too much?
“Having Mustang under my feet and ass is one of the most fitting punishments I can give to a man who blatantly kills people and uses “following orders” as an excuse. But what about when lieutenant Hawkeye comes back? He feels so natural underneath me I don’t see why this should be his permanent place in life?”
Winry continued to justify keeping him as a permanent slave to her feet while she rubbed him up and down her sole. Mustang’s body was being dragged across her sandalll from the ball of her foot down to where her arch met her heel and back again.
“How long can this teenage girl possibly enjoy someone underneath her feet? I'm surprised she hasn’t used any other body part yet besides her rear end.” Hours went by and Winry got more work done on her automail than any other day when she didn’t have Colonel Mustang with her. She sat down, ate dinner with her Grandmother Pinoko and then left to go to her room to try out some new uses for her prisoner. Roy didn’t even know what time it was before he saw the foot of Winry Rockbell leave her shoe and he could see her bedroom and the night sky with a full moon.
Winry smiled at her shrunken slave and enjoyed seeing him covered in her footsweat and his body looking tortured and exhausted. Mustang pleaded up to the giant girl who owned him.
“Winry please I’ve had enough. Your feet smell so bad and I dont know how much longer I can take being your insole.”
“If you want me to be nice to you, I wouldn’t insult me by saying my feet stink. And as for your performance as my insole, you’re doing a great job but I still want more from you. That’s why from now on I’ve decided you are going to be…..;
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She completely ignored him and began to work on some automail
Winry had been enjoying her time with Mustang underfoot. It was one of the greatest experiences of the country girls life, feeling the man who murdered her parents squirm between her toes. She had been having the best days of her life when he was under her feet and buttcheeks, but maybe she was enjoying him a little too much?
“Having Mustang under my feet and ass is one of the most fitting punishments I can give to a man who blatantly kills people and uses “following orders” as an excuse. But what about when lieutenant Hawkeye comes back? He feels so natural underneath me I don’t see why this should be his permanent place in life?”
Winry continued to justify keeping him as a permanent slave to her feet while she rubbed him up and down her sole. Mustang’s body was being dragged across her sandalll from the ball of her foot down to where her arch met her heel and back again.
“How long can this teenage girl possibly enjoy someone underneath her feet? I'm surprised she hasn’t used any other body part yet besides her rear end.” Hours went by and Winry got more work done on her automail than any other day when she didn’t have Colonel Mustang with her. She sat down, ate dinner with her Grandmother Pinoko and then left to go to her room to try out some new uses for her prisoner. Roy didn’t even know what time it was before he saw the foot of Winry Rockbell leave her shoe and he could see her bedroom and the night sky with a full moon.
Winry smiled at her shrunken slave and enjoyed seeing him covered in her footsweat and his body looking tortured and exhausted. Mustang pleaded up to the giant girl who owned him.
“Winry please I’ve had enough. Your feet smell so bad and I dont know how much longer I can take being your insole.”
“If you want me to be nice to you, I wouldn’t insult me by saying my feet stink. And as for your performance as my insole, you’re doing a great job but I still want more from you. That’s why from now on I’ve decided you are going to be…..;
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March 13, 2025
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