Disobedience (Patreon)

“Why did you st- wait, are you crying?”

You couldn’t take it anymore, you wanted water and something nice to eat, you wanted to rest for just a moment, in the last year all you had was filthy foot sweat, dirt and dead skin from Zoe’s feet.

Not to mention the humiliating moments of licking her flip flops clean whenever you are not licking her feet, it was an endless tiring work. Every muscle in your body was sore and cramped, you were exhausted.

“Can you get back to work, please? I’m really not in the mood for this, just trying to relax”, she said irritatedly.

“I’m begging you”, you said while sobbing, “this is dehumanizing”

“No, it’s not, you need to be a human for this to be dehumanizing”.

“But I am!” You cried.

“Give me a break, you are a bug- no, you are dirt”, she said in a cold tone.

“Please, all I want is a short break and something normal to eat”, you got to your knees and begged her.

“Out of the question”, she pointed at her foot, “back to work, double the pace”

You kept crying, bowing down in front of her, your forehead on the floor.

She sighed and shook her head, “do I need to remind you why it’s happening?” She asked in a threatening manner.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, please, I’ll do anything to make amends, how long will you punish me for it?!”, you kept crying.

Zoe was your colleague back then, before the pandemic started, one day she was sick and didn’t show up to work, so you seized the opportunity and took credit for something important she worked on.

When she found out about it, you weren’t friends anymore, she told you that she can’t even look at you now, and a few months later the pandemic started.

In an unbelievable misfortune, she was the one to find you, helpless and scared inside the office’s elevator.

“It’s not a punishment anymore, it’s what you are, and what you will be for the rest of your miserable life, ashes to my feet, I own you and you will obey me”, her tone was strict, cruel and cold.

“It’s.. it’s not fair!.. j-just kill me then!.. I’ll die! If you keep treating me like this I’ll die!” You screamed in fear.

She sighed again, “I’m counting to 5, if you’re not on your knees licking my foot by then, you’re back in the black box”

“N-No!”

“One…”

“Please Zoe PLEASE!!!” You cried on your knees.

“Two…”

The black box was a punishment unlike any other, she used it in the first weeks to break your spirit, it worked like a charm.

“Three…”

You were thrown inside a black sealed box, only once a day she placed her stinky sweat soaked feet inside and you had to feed in darkness, looking for anything edible on her feet but it was always just disgusting foot sweat.

“Four…”

It was a lonely, mental breaking punishment that always made you obedient even after just a day inside.

The cold, the sudden humidity and unbearable smell every time she shoved her feet inside, usually after workouts, no one can withstand it.

“F-“

You quickly shoved your face back to her foot and licked as fast as you could, slurping foot sweat like it was your favorite ice cream.

“Good, next time it happens I won’t be so nice”, she said and laid back to continue her sunbathe while you desperately licked her foot from any kind of dirt stuck to it, swallowing every new drop of fresh foot sweat.