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Having a caretaker assigned by the government never ended well, sometimes it felt like all the participating girls just wanted a passive flow of slaves coming to them.

No one supervised it, no one even cared.

When you got to Jessy’s place one late evening hour, you could see so many cages scattered around, some even had more than one slave inside, they all looked thin, desperate, hungry… you knew you were fucked and ended up in the worst place possible.

She took you straight to the bedroom and placed you on the bed, you held the bars and looked at her with terrified sad eyes, your throat was too choked from even trying to beg.

“I don’t care what your name is, or who you even are, not everyone deserves to become my foot slave so you’re gonna have to prove yourself”, she said while pulling you out of the cage, casually letting it fall to the floor, it was so noisy you were sure it broke apart, you remained on the sheets defenseless.

“Your test starts now, you better lick and worship my feet non stop the whole night, if I feel you stop for even a second, I’m going to squish you like a bug, don’t try me”

You desperately nodded in approval.

“So what are you waiting for?” She asked irritatedly, you quickly got on your knees and kissed her foot, then you were sealed in darkness as she covered you and her foot under her blanket.

You panicky licked, kissed, and grinded your teeth against her skin, terrified of ending your life like that, no matter how exhausted and tired you were, you pushed yourself to keep going just to prove you’re worth being kept alive.

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Anonymous

I like this model, cool story.