Briana grabbed you hard in her hand and took you towards her sneakers. They were dirty, worn converse shoes that smelt repulsive like sweaty feet, put some part of you enjoyed the vinegary foot sent and you began to get excited downstairs. She dropped you in, knowing you were too small to escape. "You're going to stay in here while I get changed. I don't want a perverted boy watching me get undressed!" she giggled slightly and went into her closet to put some new clothes on. She emerged wearing a tank top and tight, pink short pajama shorts, her socks still off. "Guess what little bitch?" she said mockingly, enjoying every ounce of power she had over you, as she wiggled her smelly toes over your new sweaty prison. You were her bitch, her slave, she could do anything she wanted with you, and she wanted you to know that. Without letting you reply she exclaims, "I'm having a sleepover with my best friends!". A small part of you dies inside. "Yeah, that's right you bug! All of my friends are coming over and they can't wait to play with you!", she giggled. She then lifted you out of her sneaker and held you up close to her face. "I want to to give you a preview of what your duties are tonight, and if you mess anything up or misbehave, you will be punished accordingly! Most of my friends are coming straight from soccer training, so their feet will be all sweaty and aching, so we're going to need you to worship them. Also, we're going to need pedicures, get our shoes and socks cleaned, and you're going to worship us like the goddesses we are! Hahaha". "And what if I'm thirsty, or need something to eat?" you desperately exclaim. "You're asking me, your perfect teen goddess for food and water? When you're nothing more than an ant! Wait, I have an idea". Smirking she puts you on the floor and lightly places her smelly, perfect foot on your entire body, pressing you flat into the ground. Her foot sweat begins to fall into your mouth. "How's this drink for you?" she laughed maniacally. "You're pathetic, you're my little bitch, my little bug boy servant!". She begins to apply pressure, and you can feel your body about to burst when...
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