Christine holds you close to her devious eyes. "Let's see if you're any better than my last few toys."
Already, you could tell she was not the gentlest owner you could have hoped for. Your arms were already sore from hanging from the grip of her fingers. She jerked you onto the table. "C'mon toy. Massage my feet." she said as she lifted a book across her face and leaned back onto the couch.
In an instant, two massive soles towered over you, triggering your natural submissive male instinct, and sending you to your knees. This is why you were born. To be nothing but a girl's toy, disposable and completely at her mercy with no purpose but to carry out her every whim, or die trying. A pulsing heartbeat bolted your body upright and in a second, you were massaging Christine's soles with all your might and force. Her toes wiggled above you as you began to work, and she let out a high pitched giggle. "Hehehe. That tickles little guy."
As you continued pressing against her enormous soles with all your force, Christine seemed to be ignoring you completely. Her toes kept wiggling and her eyes were fixed on her book. You are forced to a stop by the need to catch your breath. How long did she plan on having you just stand here pounding away at her feet? As you glanced beside her massive foot toward her, she seemed as unaware as ever. Her head planted in her book. You could make out exactly what was on the cover.
'Guide to Tinies: Get the Maximum Pleasure from Your New Toy.'
You gulped as her demanding voice penetrated your mind once again. "Why have I stopped feeling you? Get back to work."
Such control the voice of 15 year old Christine had on your whole life. You had no choice. She could end you like she would an insect. Smeared into the hard, cold ground, so you pushed and pounded against her soles for all that you were worth.
The time began to blur, and the force that you could muster against her mighty soles dissipated with every passing moment. The sudden smack on your head did you no favors as you tumbled back. The giantess girl stood up. Her shadow blocking out all light as she placed her foot onto you, pinning your arms onto the table.
"Hehe. I love it when the little ones work so hard. You're the cute ones." She clears the hair from her face and puts on a thinking face. "You know. It's not the WORST massage I've ever had from one of you. Not too bad pet."
You look up at her face from underneath her toes...
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