They stared at each other for another moment, and then Leah slowly stepped away from May and, wincing with every step as her limbs burned and complained, she approached the immense foot, the same one, that she’d just spent god knows how much time underneath. It was scary to see it like this - reddened, giant, sweaty. It was wide. Even if she was normal-sized Ben’s sole would easily cover most of her face. A strange thought, really, but she couldn’t shake it off.
Was she really going to do this? Her body acted before she really considered it, and her little legs brought her towards the foot on their own. Just yesterday Leah would never even entertain the possibility of her being reduced to such a pathetic state by a guy she’d barely known. She was never into SM or anything of the sort, was an outspoken liberal in her views, considered herself independent, proud and pretty strong-willed. And here she was, about to slurp up the sweat off a man’s soles, just because he made her small, and because… because he walked all over her, like she was nothing.
“That’s it”, she thought to herself. “He can treat me like I’m nothing. That’s what I fear”. And it was a very real fear, for even if she could endure torture, she knew she couldn’t take much in the way of being completely dismissed, ignored, dehumanized to the point of being treated like a piece of dirt on his shoe. No, that would be so much worse!
“He’s talking to me, giving me orders”. Horrible, humiliating, degrading orders, but orders nevertheless, and he even referred to her and May as “girls”. This was a piece of humanity she, perhaps, would be allowed to keep.
She swallowed the lump in her throat and went on her knees before him, his sole, slightly lifted off the ground, positioned just right for Leah to sort of slide under his toes. She puckered her lips, leaned into the spot where the ball of his foot connected to the toe crevice. Her mouth met his skin and she immediately felt the moist, thin layer of perspiration. She sucked in, feeling the salty, acrid liquid deep into her mouth as she slurped it off the skin.
“There’s a lot more between the toes”, Ben noted.
“I see everything you do on the camera”, he added. “So let’s get the technique right. Lap up, tongues out, take big gulps, no spitting. Clean ‘em real nice.”
She followed the instructions as if in a trance. Leah’s lips and tongue worked together to collect the sweat, which she swallowed, every time feeling it burn the back of her mouth. So much salt. So much… oil, grime, whatever else the sweat was infused with; it coated her lips, her teeth, and, inevitably, her face, that was pressed up right against his foot flesh all too often.
“Bigger gulps, deeper in”, he boomed above, and Leah wanted to just curl up and die right there. But he wasn’t even addressing her, he was looking at May, and she heard her friend let out a startled yelp as he did something to her.
“You’re good though, Leah”, he noted nonchalantly. “I knew you’d be. Some girls just look that way, like you’re just waiting to be shrunk and put to work”.
She kept licking and slurping while his casual commentary slowly subsided as the two girls serviced his feet.
