Despite the bluntness of her words, I found it hard to disagree with anything she was saying.
Emilia’s expression was sincere, and she patted the cushion at her side. “Tell you what, come over here,” she said. “I know what you need.”
I tentatively sat next to her and watched as she pulled one of her slouch socks from her feet. With one hand placed on the back of my head, she held the sock against my nose. Our eyes met and she nodded her head ever so slightly while pursing her lips. “That’s it, breathe in that stink.”
My head dropped to rest on her shoulder as she began to delicately stroke my hair. With every breath I felt a little more content and relaxed, my worries seemingly disappearing. “That’s a good girl,” she cooed. “That’s my Judgey. Breathe in the smell of my feet and think about where you belong. You know this feels right, you love that smell, don’t you? Don’t fight it, take a deep breath.” She rubbed the sock against my nose and I breathed loudly at her command.
She gently patted the back of my head and urged me to sniff again and again. Whilst I did, she continued shaping my thinking. “What if everything in your life was just leading you to your true purpose: serving my feet. Without your career, you’d never have met me. So be proud of what you’ve achieved. That’s the real reason you go to work every day now. That’s your true responsibility; keeping my feet looking pretty. Don’t forget that.”
She was good, she knew exactly what to say. With the smell of her stinky stocks clouding my mind, her words were reassuring and just what I needed to hear.
“Tell you what,” she said. “I know just what you need right now. You want to lick my feet while I watch my TV show? It starts in a few minutes.”
“Yes please, Emilia,” I mumbled without meeting her eye.
“Then tomorrow, how about you come to the salon with me and watch me get my pedicure? Then maybe afterwards we can pick out a new pair of shoes for me. Sound good?”
“Yes, Emilia.” I sniffled. I knew Emilia’s shoe purchaser had just been added to my list of responsibilities.
“Okay, now come take off my other sock,” she said, while propping her feet on the footrest. “I’ll let you do whatever you want to my feet, okay? You can slobber over them all you want.” She smiled.
I began to peel off her other sock, eager to get my first taste of those feet in over a week.
“But first tell me what you are,” she demanded.
“I looked up at her and saw that she was filming me with her phone. My shoulders sagged and I accepted my fate. “I’m your foot licker, Emilia,” I said while blushing, right into the camera.
“Aww, don’t be ashamed,” she teased while wiggling her toes. “I’m not judging you, Judgey.”
Humiliated, embarrassed and with a face redder than her nail polish, to the sound of Emilia’s taunting laughter; I licked her feet like the hopeless foot licker I was.
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