A Foot Rub Shrunk in an airport chapter 7 by Louka31

“The first thing you can do for me is give me a foot rub,” she states.

“A what?” you implore.

“It’s been a long day. My feet have carried you across the airport and back home,” she explains as if this were an actual thing. “The least you can do is return the favor.”

“And why would I give you a foot rub?” you stymie.

She picks you up and raises you to her gigantic mouth, the size of a garage in front of you. “Because I asked you to.”

With that, she tosses you to the edge of couch. You land harshly on the cushions. You’re not injured because of the cushions but am rattled. She moves her feet over top of you.

“Now get to work,” she orders as she reaches for her TV remote. “And I want you to use your tongue.”

This is humiliating. You just agreed to be her pet, but you didn’t think she’d try to make you do something like this. Do you have a choice though? What do you do?