Trip bends down, so that his calves flex out into thick triangular slabs of muscle. He places you right by the toe of one of his Nike running shoes, then straightens up to his full height. You have to take a big gulp -- Just trying to look up at the monolith's face both hurts your neck and makes you dizzy. What's visible of his masculine features behind his puffed out chest is obscured by the light behind him, so you feel like you're staring up at some sort of Heavenly being.
"Tell me something, twerp. At a rough guess, which of us do you think's bigger. Go on, take a stab at it." He chuckles to himself, clearly enjoying the image of you, so pathetically miniscule next to his shoes.
"Err.. You, Master."
"What was that? I can't hear you." The man places his hands on his hips and looks down at you expectantly.
"I said.. You! ..You're bigger than me, Master!!" You try with all your might to shout the answer back up, but your puny little voice is far too weak.
Not that it matters. Trip's question wasn't literal; This exercise was a lesson for you, and a little entertainment for your master. You understand the message your new owner is engraining into you with crystal clarity. He's the boss, and you'd better not forget it.
That's the reason, and the only reason you stay put when Trip pries off his size 17,000 gym shoes and leaves them sitting on either side of you while he trots across the room to the couch and takes a seat. The smell wafting out of those bad boys is criminal, try as you may to breathe out of your mouth. But you wouldn't dare walk away from them without your master's command.
"Here's what we're gonna do, bug." Trip says as he reclines on his couch across from you. "You're gonna polish my favourite sneakers spotlessly clean for me, and I'm gonna sit here and watch. Why? Well, I think we established that just a second ago. I am your god, and you will obey me every word out of my mouth even if it kills you. End of story." You look over at the massive footwear, still radiating their sweaty stench so strongly that it makes your throat twitch. This is going to be one long job, and Master's going to be watching you like a hawk. After all, all this humiliation is getting him off. "One more thing, roach." He adds casually. "You're going to use your tongue. Begin... Now."
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