Shrunken Custody (Part 5) - Weekend (Patreon)

Saturday morning Clementine put on sneakers and went out jogging for maybe an hour, when she came back she held her knees and started breathing heavily.

You watched her from the aquarium, you were mesmerized by her dedication, you never woke up so early on Saturdays.

She opened a closet and took a box of cigarettes out, you were confused, you didn’t know she’s smoking, then she approached and opened your aquarium, reaching her hand to pick you up.

“Good morning”, you said but she didn't respond, she was soaked in sweat, head to toe.

She sat down on the floor with you next to her, then she started removing her shoes and socks, dropping them all around, she placed her feet in front of you and then lit her cigarette.

She didn’t order anything but you approached the closest foot, the sweat was pouring down her sole, you could actually see steams, the smell was by far the worst you smelled her feet so far, you quickly covered your nose and stopped walking, it’s a bit too much.

She took a smoke from her cigarette, closed her eyes, enjoying it and then letting the smoke out, looking at you.

“That’s my weekly cigarette, my guilty pleasure, in my line of work you have to take a break to keep your sanity”, she explained with a mocking smile and you nodded, “go on, lick off the sweat, make me happy”, she said and took another hit at her cigarette.

You didn’t like the way she ordered it, it was arrogant and humiliating, like you are some toy for her pleasure, besides, you actually believed she would let you rest during weekends.

You tried to take a deep breath and adjust yourself to the horrible stench but realized it’s just impossible. Defeated, you reached the sole and gave it a lick, it was steaming hot, and the sweat was different, fresh and sticky, far more disgusting than usual.

It stuck to your tongue and it was harder to swallow, Clementine closed her eyes again and released a long pleasured moan. You had no idea if it’s the cigarette or you, but you guessed it’s the cigarette since she never reacted like that to you.

“More”, she said after the moan, “lick it, every drop”, she ordered, taking another smoke, you were confused, you licked her feet many times before but she mostly ignored you, suddenly she’s enjoying it that much? Well as far as she’s satisfied you felt like you were ok with it, so you grabbed her skin with your hands and smeared your tongue for a long lick across her skin, filling your mouth with the disgusting foot sweat.

“Ahhh..” smoke got out of her mouth while she released her moan, “that’s it”, she said in a low purr, it was sexual, it was very unlike her and you weren’t sure wether you like it or not, you felt like she’s abusing her power in a very twisted way, not to mention the legality of what’s happening now.

Once you finally managed to swallow the sweat, you made another long passionate lick across the ball of her foot, your entire face was soaked in her foot sweat.

“Mmm… harder, push your face into my sole, don’t you just love this breakfast I made you”, she said in a sexual tone, teasing you, releasing more smoke from her lungs, mockingly smiling, enjoying the moment.

You gulped, then pushed your face like she instructed, smashing your tongue inside a crevice, squeezing old sweat and dirt out.

“Good boy”, she purred, “a very good boy”, it couldn’t get more humiliating than this, you thought to yourself.

You continued squeezing out sweat off crevices, shoving your face so bad it hurt you, you couldn’t even feel your tongue anymore, you dragged it all over.

She moaned again, holding her cigarette, “Ah.. I knew you’d make a good slave”

She actually called you slave now? You weren’t sure you heard right.

“My tiny.. obedient… and grateful slave”, she slowly said the sentence and giggled, gaining pleasure from each and every word, having another smoke.

That crossed the line, it’s like it’s not her, it’s not Clementine, it felt wrong on so many levels, you pulled your head back and walked away from her foot.

“Clementine, I think… I think it’s inappropriate, and.. unprofessional”, you tried to protest with respect, being assertive like her for just a moment, but she laughed it off.

“It’s weekend”, she said, like it has any meaning or justify her attitude, “I’m not working, I’m not rehabilitating you, just do as you’re told, it’s my privilege to do as I please when I’m not working and I’m just having some fun, I deserve it”, she shook her cigarette next to her making ashes fall down.

You gulped, she said it in such confidence, “but.. I’m really not comfortable with the way you talk to me”, you said with tears in your eyes, on the verge of crying.

Her smile was gone, she finished taking another smoke and released it, “ok then”, she said involuntarily, “sorry, maybe I pushed it too far”, she added, but it was clear she didn’t mean it and you just buzz killed her fun.

You stood there as she continued enjoying her cigarette until it was over, she sighed and got up, towering above you again, taking a step above you.

She exhausted the cigarette inside the sink and washed it away, then went to brush her teeth. You felt unsafe again being left like that on the floor, you stayed near her socks, withstanding the horrible smell but you felt like it’s the safest place to be.

She came back after a while, stretching again, she noticed you near her sock and smiled, “so what do you want to do?” She asked, “it’s Saturday, we can’t just waste the weekend”, she came closer and bent towards you.

“Me?..” you asked surprised.

“Yes, I want to compensate you for before, what do you want to do?”

“Oh..” you blushed and smiled, scratching your head, thinking about it, “do you have Netflix maybe?”

“Hmm yeah”, she said with a puzzled face.

“I haven’t finished the Witcher new season, maybe you can let me watch an episode”

She started laughing, facepalming herself, you felt stupid.

“Ok, I’ll let you watch your show, but only if you promise we will do what I want afterwards, with no cries and pathetic begs”

It’s like she broke any distance you had between you two, and you weren’t sure if it’s a good thing, either way you couldn’t do anything about it.

“But no calling me slave and humiliate me for no reason please, I’m working so hard to please you Clementine, I… I don’t deserve it”, you said in a shaky voice, trying to take an example from her about confidence but you were just too different in that aspect.

“I know, I won’t call you slave, it was just a joke anyway, stop taking everything so seriously especially on weekends”, she picked you up and placed you on the salon’s table, turning on the TV, then she sat down and placed both her sweaty feet next to you.

She browsed for a while, “is this the show? What episode?”

“I think 7”, you said while covering your nose, her feet after jogging is something your senses just can’t get adjusted to apparently.

She played it and you watched together, she was mostly on her iPhone, giggling over stuff she’s seeing there, scratching her feet one in another from time to time, sometimes she asked questions about the show and you explained, it was actually fun, very fun, and you were happy spending the morning like that.

The episode was over and Clementine’s feet playfully started lurking behind you, you turned around and her feet flattened on top of you, you started squirming trying to release yourself from being beneath them but she just laughed and kept smearing her foot sweat on top of you.

“Clementine stop! It’s not funny-“ but her toe just landed on your face, she twisted it playfully causing her sweat to enter your eyes, nose and mouth.

“No talking now, for the rest of the weekend we do what I WANT”, she stated, “you promised”, she added with a laugh, increasing the pressure, you felt like your head is going to burst.

She finally released her grip, leaving you lying over your back covered with her sweat, “we both are stinky, we need a shower don’t you think?”

She said the words and your heart missed a beat, you didn’t respond, she bent over and picked you up, started walking to the shower.

When you first met Clementine, showering with her was a fantasy you haven’t even allowed yourself thinking about, and now she’s just casually suggesting it? You haven’t showered in nearly a week and smelled like hell so it was actually a very good idea.

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End of part 5