Ms. Prittey's Foot Slave
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 12
by
copier
· original author:
tinylelouch
Ms. Prittey seemed to smirk, lowering her foot back to the ground. “For invading my feet I think it is only natural you do something to make it up to them. Considering you just spend the day beneath my feet I can imagine you are used to them enough now…” She couldn’t have been more wrong. The entire day Phil was in constant pain from being stepped on. Each step seemed to nearly end his life; but it somehow didn’t. On top of that the heat within Ms. Prittey’s nylons made it essentially a sauna. Her feet began to sweat and the heat from her foot made Phil begin to sweat; in no time at all Phil was just a sticky mess soaked head to toe in foot sweat. Not even getting into the odor that tormented Phil the entire time he was in Ms. Prittey’s heel. He never wanted to experience anything like that again.
The teacher walked to a nearby armchair and sat down, feet planted on the ground. “You can make it up to me by licking my feet clean. They must be covered in sweat and grime and at your size you’re perfect for the job.” Impatiently Ms. Prittey motioned a finger telling Phil to come to her feet.
“B-Bu-“ Phil looked to Ms. Prittey’s merciless eyes and realized any back talking would only make things worse. Sighing Phil began to drag himself over to his teacher’s eagerly awaiting toes. Phil hesitantly bent over so his face was near Ms. Prittey’s big toe. He looked back up hoping that his teacher would just say it was a joke, but it was clear it wasn’t. It was either obey his teacher or face her wrath. So Phil, against his will, leaned forward and began to lick his teacher’s big toe.
That first lick brought goosebumps up Phil’s spine. His mouth was filled with the taste of sweaty feet and he gagged after just a single lick. But under the watchful eye of his massive teacher the tiny teenager had no choice but to keep on licking. Ms. Prittey’s foot sweat was bitter, stinging Phil’s tongue with an almost sour taste. Slowly he could feel his mouth drying up as he spread his saliva along the tip of the toe. And he still had the rest of two entire feet to lick. Any dirt was just small enough to be licked up and Phil, afraid of upsetting his teacher, faithfully licked it up like he was told. It was humiliating enough to make him cringe.
Come to school…It’ll be safe…Oh how wrong he was. It was day one of his life in school and already Phil was licking his teacher’s feet. If he ever got out of this he was going to transfer as soon as possible…But that was just it. If he ever got out of it. His fate rested on Ms. Prittey’s whims. Phil sighed as he put the final touches on his teacher’s toe nail and worked his way to the crevice between her big and second toe.
Of course Ms. Prittey was loving life. The feeling of Phil pleasuring her feet was one of the most empowering things she had ever felt. After endless hours of being in her painful heels her feet were getting pampered, and Phil licking them clean was going to make them look even better. Ms. Prittey smiled as she saw the little guy kneel between her toes to resume licking, even playfully squeezing his head a bit with her toes. Phil may not have deserved what he was getting, but Ms. Prittey couldn’t deny she was enjoying herself. Bringing Phil home was a blessing. He had no choice but to obey her and he was the perfect size to tend to the needs of her soles: just bigger than her toes but small enough all it took was a toe to put him in his place. It was perfect. Phil was giving her the treatment her feet had needed for ages.
As she thought like this it soon crossed Ms. Prittey’s mind to keep Phil. He was tending to her much needed feet and it was clear at school he was only going to be bullied around by the much-bigger girls anyway. If he was going to be at someone's feet anyway, why not hers? Why, it was her duty as a teacher to make sure Phil was in the capable hands…well feet…of someone who would take proper care of him. If it just happened to make her feel good then that was a bonus.
“Phil…?” Ms. Prittey broke the silence between them.
“Yes Mam?” Phil stopped licking.
“What are your plans after school? Surely you must be aware that one of your size can’t get a normal job.”
Phil turned his head, “I can’t really say I have any plans…” It was a big worry of his, how would he function in the real world?
Ms. Prittey shook her head, “I cannot possible have that! As your teacher I would be remised if I didn’t make sure you would have a suitable life after school. As such I will give you the perfect life style.” She paused to eagerly wiggle her toes, “You can be my official foot slave! It’s the perfect job for you and I can assure you will be properly taken care of.”
Phil punched Ms. Prittey’s toe, “Are you crazy?! There’s no way I-“ He was cut off by Ms. Prittey’s toes knocking him flat on his back like a bug. He flew back a full foot and when he opened his eyes his teacher loomed over him like a goddess.
Ms. Prittey silently lowered her big toe onto Phil and held him in place. “This is not a request Phil. Look at yourself, you can’t even push my toe off your body.” Sadly this was true, Phil desperately pushed Ms. Prittey’s toe off of his body but it didn’t even budge. “I need to watch out for you for your safety. At least here I can give you a good life at my feet. Trust me, in a few years you’ll thank me for this.” She smiled softly at her struggling student.
Crack
The pressure of Ms. Prittey’s toe suddenly increased. Phil shouted in pain as a loud crack came from his body. Overhead Ms. Prittey’s smile now looked sinister. “That is of course, if you do everything I ask. If you don’t I think we may have a problem. Do you understand?” Phil fervently nodded. “Good,’ Ms. Prittey removed her toe and sat back on her armchair, “Then come and finish licking my feet clean.”
“Yes Mam…” Phil weakly mumbled.
“Oh that won’t do.” Ms. Prittey shook her head, “If you’re my foot slave now then Mam is much much much too informal! Call me Master…Slave.” The teacher smirked as she added the last word.
“Yes…Master.” Phil bit his tongue as he went back to licking his new owner’s feet. It suddenly looked like the odds of him getting out of this were slim to none. It was looking like Phil was going to be living out his life as Ms. Prittey’s foot slave.
The rest of the time Phil spent licking his teacher’s feet went by without interest. Occasionally Ms. Prittey would chuckle at her new slave but other than that it was just Phil, his tongue, and a lot of foot to lick. Like all things though, eventually it came to an end.
Ms. Prittey wasted no time once he was done, “Next up…”
The teacher walked to a nearby armchair and sat down, feet planted on the ground. “You can make it up to me by licking my feet clean. They must be covered in sweat and grime and at your size you’re perfect for the job.” Impatiently Ms. Prittey motioned a finger telling Phil to come to her feet.
“B-Bu-“ Phil looked to Ms. Prittey’s merciless eyes and realized any back talking would only make things worse. Sighing Phil began to drag himself over to his teacher’s eagerly awaiting toes. Phil hesitantly bent over so his face was near Ms. Prittey’s big toe. He looked back up hoping that his teacher would just say it was a joke, but it was clear it wasn’t. It was either obey his teacher or face her wrath. So Phil, against his will, leaned forward and began to lick his teacher’s big toe.
That first lick brought goosebumps up Phil’s spine. His mouth was filled with the taste of sweaty feet and he gagged after just a single lick. But under the watchful eye of his massive teacher the tiny teenager had no choice but to keep on licking. Ms. Prittey’s foot sweat was bitter, stinging Phil’s tongue with an almost sour taste. Slowly he could feel his mouth drying up as he spread his saliva along the tip of the toe. And he still had the rest of two entire feet to lick. Any dirt was just small enough to be licked up and Phil, afraid of upsetting his teacher, faithfully licked it up like he was told. It was humiliating enough to make him cringe.
Come to school…It’ll be safe…Oh how wrong he was. It was day one of his life in school and already Phil was licking his teacher’s feet. If he ever got out of this he was going to transfer as soon as possible…But that was just it. If he ever got out of it. His fate rested on Ms. Prittey’s whims. Phil sighed as he put the final touches on his teacher’s toe nail and worked his way to the crevice between her big and second toe.
Of course Ms. Prittey was loving life. The feeling of Phil pleasuring her feet was one of the most empowering things she had ever felt. After endless hours of being in her painful heels her feet were getting pampered, and Phil licking them clean was going to make them look even better. Ms. Prittey smiled as she saw the little guy kneel between her toes to resume licking, even playfully squeezing his head a bit with her toes. Phil may not have deserved what he was getting, but Ms. Prittey couldn’t deny she was enjoying herself. Bringing Phil home was a blessing. He had no choice but to obey her and he was the perfect size to tend to the needs of her soles: just bigger than her toes but small enough all it took was a toe to put him in his place. It was perfect. Phil was giving her the treatment her feet had needed for ages.
As she thought like this it soon crossed Ms. Prittey’s mind to keep Phil. He was tending to her much needed feet and it was clear at school he was only going to be bullied around by the much-bigger girls anyway. If he was going to be at someone's feet anyway, why not hers? Why, it was her duty as a teacher to make sure Phil was in the capable hands…well feet…of someone who would take proper care of him. If it just happened to make her feel good then that was a bonus.
“Phil…?” Ms. Prittey broke the silence between them.
“Yes Mam?” Phil stopped licking.
“What are your plans after school? Surely you must be aware that one of your size can’t get a normal job.”
Phil turned his head, “I can’t really say I have any plans…” It was a big worry of his, how would he function in the real world?
Ms. Prittey shook her head, “I cannot possible have that! As your teacher I would be remised if I didn’t make sure you would have a suitable life after school. As such I will give you the perfect life style.” She paused to eagerly wiggle her toes, “You can be my official foot slave! It’s the perfect job for you and I can assure you will be properly taken care of.”
Phil punched Ms. Prittey’s toe, “Are you crazy?! There’s no way I-“ He was cut off by Ms. Prittey’s toes knocking him flat on his back like a bug. He flew back a full foot and when he opened his eyes his teacher loomed over him like a goddess.
Ms. Prittey silently lowered her big toe onto Phil and held him in place. “This is not a request Phil. Look at yourself, you can’t even push my toe off your body.” Sadly this was true, Phil desperately pushed Ms. Prittey’s toe off of his body but it didn’t even budge. “I need to watch out for you for your safety. At least here I can give you a good life at my feet. Trust me, in a few years you’ll thank me for this.” She smiled softly at her struggling student.
Crack
The pressure of Ms. Prittey’s toe suddenly increased. Phil shouted in pain as a loud crack came from his body. Overhead Ms. Prittey’s smile now looked sinister. “That is of course, if you do everything I ask. If you don’t I think we may have a problem. Do you understand?” Phil fervently nodded. “Good,’ Ms. Prittey removed her toe and sat back on her armchair, “Then come and finish licking my feet clean.”
“Yes Mam…” Phil weakly mumbled.
“Oh that won’t do.” Ms. Prittey shook her head, “If you’re my foot slave now then Mam is much much much too informal! Call me Master…Slave.” The teacher smirked as she added the last word.
“Yes…Master.” Phil bit his tongue as he went back to licking his new owner’s feet. It suddenly looked like the odds of him getting out of this were slim to none. It was looking like Phil was going to be living out his life as Ms. Prittey’s foot slave.
The rest of the time Phil spent licking his teacher’s feet went by without interest. Occasionally Ms. Prittey would chuckle at her new slave but other than that it was just Phil, his tongue, and a lot of foot to lick. Like all things though, eventually it came to an end.
Ms. Prittey wasted no time once he was done, “Next up…”
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