"Shut up and just follow behind me, and stay on all fours or I'll beat you til you wish you had" she exclaims. So you do, following behind her and you notice her outfit. She's wearing a blue jersey and some white sports jeans. You look down and watch her feet as she walks, staring at her soles each time they lift off the floor, clueless to what is going on and praying its not what you think. She plans to make you worship her feet, clean them to her hearts content, but not right now, later on tonight. For now she leads you to a small room in the basement, there's nothing in there but a ceiling light and support beam for the house, that she ties you to.
"You're going to be staying in here today," she says, "until I get home tonight after the game." The game? What game you think to yourself. You're startled by a basket being dropped in front of you, to your dismay, it's full of socks. "If you get thirsty, you can suck the sweat out of my socks, there should be plenty to hold you over til 5:00." Bingo, you think, now I have a time frame of how long I have to get free before she gets back. "And if you get hungry," she tosses you a plastic bag of what looks like the driest Graham crackers in history, "you can munch on these, they should also keep you nice and thirsty." She winks at you and all you can think is how this bitch really wants you to suck on her socks. "That should do it, now I gotta get ready." She leaves the door open and you watch as she walks around the basement looking around. "Found them!" You hear her yell. You watch her go sit in a chair across from the small room you're in carrying a pair of cleats. You sit there and stop paying her attention, and look around, plotting your escape. She slides the cleats on her bare feet as she thinks,"Bare feet in cleats for the next few hours, he's gonna have a lot of sweat to lick up." She finishes up and walks towards your tiny room prison. "Alrighty then slave, you have all you'll need to survive without my precious little feet til I get back, oh and you better be rooting for us, cause if our softball team loses, I may have to bring some of the girls back, so you can cheer them up by servicing they're feet too," she winks again and although you don't want her to have the glory of winning in anything, her feet are enough trouble for you and you really don't want to 'service' anyone extra. You let your head drop and stare at the floor. "Alrighty, see you tonight wittle Bwian," with that she closes the door to the small room and your hear the click of a lock. You listen to her footsteps as she goes up stairs, lastly to make matters worse the light goes off with the main basement light, the two must run off the same switch and you're left in darkness. "How am I to escape now," you think and in the back of your mind you could imagine her taunting voice....
"You don't...."
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