She laughs at your pathetic body dangling before her face and says "THERE'S NOT MUCH USE A PERSON CAN GET OUT OF A SIX INCH MAN. WELL, THERE'S THE OBVIOUS USES, BUT I HAVE QUITE ENOUGH SEX TOYS AND THINK THAT FRANKLY YOU DON'T DESERVE THE HONOR." You don't know whether to be flattered or insulted that she doesn't feel that you are worthy of being her little living dildo. But your thoughts would have to wait as her hand lowers down to the ground and the fingers holding your shirt release their grip. You land in front of her gigantic, rose tipped toes and stare up at her. She remains seated, but shifts a bit in her chair, causing a slight screeching noise to invade your eardrums. When the ringing stops, she looks down at you and says "FROM NOW ON, YOU WILL BE A SLAVE TO MY FEET. YOU WILL CLEAN THEM, MASSAGE THEM, AND WORSHIP THEM ALL DAY LONG. I HAVE LOTS OF LITTLE JOBS TO TEACH YOU, SUCH AS CLEANING MY SHOES, PAINTING MY TOENAILS, AND ANYTHING ELSE I CAN THINK OF, JUST AS LONG AS THEY INVOLVE TAKING CARE OF MY FEET."
You are horrified and excited at the same time by your new state in life. You are horrified that you've been reduced to a six inch slave at this woman's feet. On the other hand, you do have to admit that at this size, her foot smell is intoxicating. Maybe it won't be so bad after all. "AND YOU'D BETTER DO A GOOD JOB, SLAVE. IF YOU WANT A LITTLE ENCOURAGEMENT, MAYBE YOU SHOULD LOOK AT MY MIDDLE TOES AND SEE WHAT I DO TO USELESS LITTLE PEOPLE." You take a big gulp and walk over towards her middle toe, which is adorned with a large golden ring. In the very top of the ring appears to be a normal sized jewel, but upon closer inspection, you notice something moving around in there. You are shocked to see a form no bigger than your thumb, pounding away at the walls of the gem from the inside. It appears to be a woman in her twenties, and she looks emaciated and dirty, sobbing away as she pleads for you to help her. The familiar booming voice above you confirms her punishment with a casual "I DON'T EVEN REMEMBER HOW LONG SHE'S BEEN IN THERE. ALL I REMEMBER WAS THE BACKTALK WHEN I ASKED HER TO POLISH MY HEELS. NOW SHE'S LIVING THE REST OF HER MISERABLE LIFE TRAPPED WITH MY TOES. IF YOU WANT A SIMILAR FATE, THEN PLEASE BY ALL MEANS... IGNORE MY ORDERS." She wiggles the toes in front of you, causing you to jump back a bit, but you watch as the girl inside the toe ring is shaken harshly with every movement, resuming her hysterical sobbing once the quakes have ceased.
Madame Rosella lifts up her foot on the heel and with her toes wiggling joyously in the air above you, she beckons you closer with her finger. "CONSIDER THIS YOUR TEST TO SEE IF YOU ARE TRULY WORTHY TO SERVE MY PERFECT FEET. FEEL FREE TO START WHENEVER YOU WISH." You don't waste any time and run right up to her massive soles and start rubbing. You try and get every inch that you can from the ankle to the heel, all the way up the sole. You press your whole body up against her foot and start pressing into her with every ounce of energy you have. She seems to appreciate it as you hear her moan a bit. "MMM THAT FEELS PRETTY GOOD, LITTLE ONE. PERHAPS YOU AREN'T COMPLETELY USELESS AFTER ALL. DON'T FORGET TO SHOW THE TOES SOME LOVE AS WELL." You are in a conundrum here, since at your tallest you only reach half the size of her foot. You jump up and slap your hands against the skin, but can only reach the very top of the ball of her foot. She sighs in disappointment and says "HMM, I GUESS I'VE MADE YOU TOO MINUSCULE TO REACH EVERY CORNER OF MY FOOT LIKE THIS. WHY DON'T I DO YOU A FAVOR AND BRING IT DOWN FOR YOU?" You don't have time to move your body. All you can do is scream before a mountain of stinky foot flesh falls on top of your body, softly mushing into your face and torso as you desperately try to escape. Her muffled laughter rings in your ears as you try and gasp for breath under the gypsy woman's soles. She finally lifts up the giant foot just enough for you to start to crawl away on your back, but it comes slamming back down on you with just enough force to trap you. Only your head remains poking out, trapped in between her gigantic big and second toes. The smell of her foot is overhelming as you squirm helplessly under her soft warm skin.
She leans forward in her seat to get a better look at you and smirks "WELL, ISN'T THAT A LITTLE BETTER? DON'T WANT YOU SUFFOCATING UNDERNEATH MY FOOT, NOW DO I?" You honestly didn't know if she did or didn't want that to happen. But you'd get your answer soon enough as she stands up tall, putting just a little bit more pressure on your chest, causing all the air to leave your body momentarily. She stands imposing with her arms crossed as she says "WELL, AFTER SEEING YOUR PATHETIC ATTEMPT TO MASSAGE MY FEET, I BELIEVE THERE'S ONLY ONE THING LEFT TO SAY....
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