She lies still, pretending not to see me, but her foot's scent fills my lungs — musky and warm. I'm drawn to her heel like a moth to flame, my mind clouded by her fragrance, her salty skin. Closer and closer I crawl, trembling, drunk on her smell, her size, her utter indifference
My hands are shaking.
Look at this heel — it's a mountain, a wall, a world.
And she just lies there, relaxed, not even noticing me.
To her, I'm less than dust.
But to me, her sole is everything.
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Gotcha, little man.
Since you misbehaved, your new world is this sole. You will massage it, breathe it in, and worship it with your lips until I say stop. You are not leaving my domain.
From down there, I must look like a goddess. Because I am.
My heel is for dinner tonight.