I’ll throw my hard-earned money, and my humiliated worship, at Holly, my new owner, my sole monarch. I can see the conflicting emotions playing out across his face, the way he's trying to channel them, to find an appropriate response to such an unexpected situation. I get as close as I dare, close enough that I can smell the soft scent of his hair – and then pounce, tickling his shoulders. It's important to enforce the divide between people who actually own the place, and the household servitude, as she explains.

She’s pretty much the opposite of me: lazy, prideful, and more than happy to mooch off Frank when they were together. I also like the idea of a couple that shrinks themselves on purpose to go explore someones house without them knowing, and the house could belong to friends or strangers.

She’s making more than I do in a full day at the office, by just having some guy lick her shoes like a dog. I own boots myself, and they’ve always just been clothes to me, but for the first time, the contact of my fingers with the leathers is like a brush of electricity, almost… sexually charged. It's devastating, like a hammer striking my nervous system, making every muscle in my body tremble with tension and pleasure.

Is there anything more submissive than baring your neck like this, prostrating on the floor, letting your former adversary use it as a footstool for a victory pose? I have a better idea of the visual framing of foot fetish, for sure: the psychology of disrespect when you put your feet on somebody, or when you make them tend to your feet and shoes. I mean, I know mine do in similar situations… what I’m really asking is, do they have someone taking care of them? Mmmpph mmh", I mumble, pouring renewed energy in my efforts, licking in between Holly's toes, bobbing on her big toe, adhering my lips to her heel to produce as much suction as I can. My movement range is severely limited by Holly's own boots, so I mostly lie passively and let her shoes have their way with my face.

If I really ever thought getting the sandals was going to be the end of my problems, the next few days prove I was sadly mistaken. If I do want more – and that is clearly the case – then there is only one logical way this road can continue. Elena is aware of what this size curse is capable of, and, under the magnifying glass (or microscope if you let her get that small first), Mia is gorgeous . Holly cackles evilly at the question, but I only lick my lips in anticipation, the blood pumping so hard I can hear its roar in my ears.

I assumed the work would distract me, put my mind off this weird fixation I have suddenly developed.I say, a bit too loudly, and then lower my voice back to the weak, mousy tone that seems to come naturally to me. If any one has any de-drmed copies they can send me hit me up, would be willing to pay for it, PayPal purchase protection of course. I prepare myself for the night, and then spend the waning hours of my day immersed in comfortable study of Holly’s secret Instagram account. I don’t want Jenna to be just another orbiter, interchangeable with all the other simps that support my lifestyle. She's wearing a classy sweater, a pair of dark jeans that hug and complement the curves of her generous thighs and hips like a second skin, and a pair of slick black ankle boots, that look like they've been polished to a high sheen.