








POV im famous & you’re hired by your company to be my body guard for an event as I’m waiting backstage to go on I slip my expensive heels off to feel more comfortable from the corner of my eye I catch you gawking at my plump succulent soles you don’t know I see you yet.. “Huh, another foot slut I see. I’m gonna have my fun with them..” I think to myself I snap laughing at you “You” You look around startled & embarrassed you’ve been caught “Me?” You ask, still in shock I saw you ”obviously idiot. on your knees” you don’t hesitate like a good boy & obey ”what are you staring at exactly ?” I ask, obviously knowing the answer you look down, “miss, I-I-” I cut you off, “am I intimidating you, foot bitch” “I didn’t mean to stare, you have such beautiful feet miss. I couldn’t help myself.” “Of course you couldn’t. All of you foot slaves are the same. You think you’re hiding your secret from the world, but in reality everyone knows because you all make it so obvious” I laugh in your face “Yes miss I-“ I cut you off again, “give me your wallet.” “My what?” You ask confused “Don’t make me say it again. Now bitch.” I demand Again, you don’t hesitate. You pull out your wallet & hand it to me. I take out everything inside including your debit card. “This is mine now loser. You’ll be working for me & be my own personal slave” Your dream come true 😈