Month as a Foot Slave
Anime Shrink Interactive
chapter 29
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
A month. For a solid month, thirty-one days, twenty-four hours every day, without rest, without a second to breath fresh air, Keitaro lived, slept and worshiped Mitsune’s feet. He knew every wrinkle on her feet, every smooth inch of her soles, every imperfection, every smell and taste they could provide. It started off being Hell, but after day in and day out of being smothered in the evil tomboy’s foot odder, Keitaro had learned to adapt and come to accept his new home.
Mitsune rarely talked to him unless it was to give him an order, but after weeks all it took was a look for Keitaro to do her biding. He spent most of his time between her toes, cleaning up the sweat that accumulated and licking clean any gunk that made its way in between Mitsune’s toes. He ate her toe jam and drank her sweat; it was his existence for that month.
The only light he saw was when he was alone in Mitsune’s room with her. Whenever she went out, he would be in her shoe, curled up safety between her toes, bathing in the foul odder he couldn’t escape. He wouldn’t remain completely still while he was in Mitsune’s shoe, sometimes he’d lick her toes clean, knowing that would earn him an approving nod once he was let out. That small look meant the world to him and let him hold onto some resemblance of his sanity. But he knew he wasn’t human anymore. He was nothing but a toy for Mitsune to use for her feet. He couldn’t do anything or he’d be punished severely. Even still, good behavior didn’t mean he wasn’t punished.
A clear memory that haunted his every waking moment was the night Mitsune went partying with Motoko and Naru, and put on the ‘boots’. Knee high, leather boots that would have looked perfect on a high-class stripper. Keitaro was dropped in and spent the night trapped in the air tight boots as Mitsune partied herself silly and worked up a huge sweat. It had been all right at first, the thick stench of foot was stronger, but Keitaro managed to survive that. What nearly killed him was the sweat that built up over the night. First, it was up to his ankles, then his waist, and then his neck. He was swimming in the salty, stinking liquid and being swirled around as Mitsune moved her feet. It was like a tsunami in her boot when she danced, swishing Keitaro around, until he was accidentally trapped under Mitsune’s big toe. Trapped under the foot sweat, Keitaro almost didn’t make it, but at the last second he retched himself free and for the first time breathed in the smell of foot like it was fresh air. Later that night, when Mitsune dumped him out of her boot in a wave of sweat, she said nothing; just stuck her foot out and Keitaro went to work licking every square inch of her foot. It was his only reason of existing.
Now it was a month later and Keitaro was giving Mitsune’s big toe a massage as he polished her toenail with his tongue. He knew he had been her foot slave for a month because she was telling him right now, or at least he thought she was talking to him, it had been so long it was hard to tell. She was saying today was a big day for him and that everything was going to change. Instinctively, Keitaro hugged her toe. All he knew was her feet, what else could he do?
Mitsune rarely talked to him unless it was to give him an order, but after weeks all it took was a look for Keitaro to do her biding. He spent most of his time between her toes, cleaning up the sweat that accumulated and licking clean any gunk that made its way in between Mitsune’s toes. He ate her toe jam and drank her sweat; it was his existence for that month.
The only light he saw was when he was alone in Mitsune’s room with her. Whenever she went out, he would be in her shoe, curled up safety between her toes, bathing in the foul odder he couldn’t escape. He wouldn’t remain completely still while he was in Mitsune’s shoe, sometimes he’d lick her toes clean, knowing that would earn him an approving nod once he was let out. That small look meant the world to him and let him hold onto some resemblance of his sanity. But he knew he wasn’t human anymore. He was nothing but a toy for Mitsune to use for her feet. He couldn’t do anything or he’d be punished severely. Even still, good behavior didn’t mean he wasn’t punished.
A clear memory that haunted his every waking moment was the night Mitsune went partying with Motoko and Naru, and put on the ‘boots’. Knee high, leather boots that would have looked perfect on a high-class stripper. Keitaro was dropped in and spent the night trapped in the air tight boots as Mitsune partied herself silly and worked up a huge sweat. It had been all right at first, the thick stench of foot was stronger, but Keitaro managed to survive that. What nearly killed him was the sweat that built up over the night. First, it was up to his ankles, then his waist, and then his neck. He was swimming in the salty, stinking liquid and being swirled around as Mitsune moved her feet. It was like a tsunami in her boot when she danced, swishing Keitaro around, until he was accidentally trapped under Mitsune’s big toe. Trapped under the foot sweat, Keitaro almost didn’t make it, but at the last second he retched himself free and for the first time breathed in the smell of foot like it was fresh air. Later that night, when Mitsune dumped him out of her boot in a wave of sweat, she said nothing; just stuck her foot out and Keitaro went to work licking every square inch of her foot. It was his only reason of existing.
Now it was a month later and Keitaro was giving Mitsune’s big toe a massage as he polished her toenail with his tongue. He knew he had been her foot slave for a month because she was telling him right now, or at least he thought she was talking to him, it had been so long it was hard to tell. She was saying today was a big day for him and that everything was going to change. Instinctively, Keitaro hugged her toe. All he knew was her feet, what else could he do?
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March 13, 2025
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