"I've uhh...missed you as well, Goddess Rouge." You replied nervously, trying to avoid eye contact as you looked up at her. You just hoped Goddess Sarah would return soon, or any other of your sub-goddess daughters, anybody else besides Rouge. Being left alone with her was like being left out in the middle of a jungle with raw meat slathered on, a definite 'DO NOT LET HAPPEN' plastered over the whole scenario. Yet, here you were, now before the evil woman and totally at her mercy.
Rouge crouched down so that her face was directly before you, plump and purple lips curled into a smile. You had to admit, Rouge hadn't even aged a day, appearing almost even younger. Her eyes were bright with lust and a predator's glint, her skin almost glowing such a lovely pale white color. No signs of wrinkles or sagging in sight on her skin, it was as if she was eternally locked in her prime years. Of course, her beauty did not match her personality at all, just a dark beast primed and ready to rip anyone she did not like to shreds at a moment's notice.
"Good, glad that we missed each other, little cousin-bug." She chuckled, sending a hot blast of breath in your direction. "Oh, remember last time we had some personal time together? I missed that, slave." The she-devil smirked. "Seeing you all the way down there, worshiping me, it's like nothing else, feeling of pleasure, of power. Sure, I kind of get a thrill from dominating my servants, but nobody does it better than you, little man."
You...really had no idea how to take that. As a compliment you guessed? "Um...thank you." You replied curtly and with a quick nod. Oh please, where was Sarah?! Every moment with the purple-clad woman before you made you more and more nervous at what she would do to you. Visions of torture entered your head, but she normally saved that for later. Worship always came first with her.
"Hmm...I would like to revisit some of the old things we did, little man." She continued, standing back up to her full and towering height. "Like I said, you give the best foot massages. I've hired world-renowned masseuses that can't even compare to you." With a pluck of her long, elegant fingers, you were lifted up by the scruff of your neck into the air, dangling so high above and making you dizzy from the fall distance. Rouge lowered you to the ground and deftly dropped you, making you bump and bounce a bit, but you were relatively unharmed.
She proceeded to sit down in the chair, every action of hers creating a rumble in some degree. With you before her, slowly she began to unhook and untie the strands and latches of her boots. Once that was one, she almost seductively lifted her long leg out of her boot, her perfect foot layered in glistening sweat as she plopped it down in front of you, toes wiggling in anticipation. She repeated the process with her other foot, neatly placing her boots to the side, both massive feet before you, the scent of her lotion and of feet itself wafting heavily through the air.
You had to admit, you were amazed by the sight. Rouge's feet were lovely, flawless even, and you have had the pleasure on working on them before. Looks like you were about to get another chance to do so.
"Come." She commanded. You complied, approaching even closer until your half-inch form was right before her feet, as closed as you could get without pressing yourself up against her. "Bow." Her voice boomed yet again, and you hit your knees, bowing before her mighty feet. High above she smirked at the sight of the small, insect-sized man that was you pretty much worshiping her.
"Kiss. Lick." Came her next set of booms. You sat up and leaned in close to one of her huge toes, the right big toe to be exact, and pressed your lips up to it, beginning to kiss it gently, adding licks in between smooches for her commands, your tongue now flavored with foot sweat. You continued this for about three minutes before Rouge interrupted you.
"Massage." To which you pressed your hands up against her toe now, beginning to rub as hard as you could. "No, full body." Rouge added with a slight 'tsk' in her voice. You then pressed your entire self into it, rubbing your whole body against her toe, essentially humping it as well, along with your kisses and licks. This went on much longer than before, ten minutes of it, making you quite sore and tired. Where had Sarah gone?
"Mmm, good little man, but just my big toe won't cut No, every toe, then, my soles." She laughed, making your heart sink. Just as she had said, you worked on each toe, starting with the ones on her right foot and running over to her left foot, each massive digit happy to see you worship it. She even had you work in-between some of her toes, cleaning out dirt and gunk with your hands and mouth.
This went on for an hour, and still no sign of your main goddess Sarah. You began to worry about her. She obviously was not making a phone call. You gulped, mind wandering to bad thoughts. Maybe something had happened to her? Despite being treated like an insect to her, you were still her husband and worried about her terribly.
"Hey," Rouge snapped, the loud boom shaking you from your thoughts. "You've done well, my little slave. My perfect toes have never looked so pristine." She wiggled them, purple painted toenails glistening in the light. "But still, my magnificent soles still deserve attention."
"Yes, my goddess." You sighed. "Which of your perfect soles do you wish for me to begin with?"
High above, the devil grinned. "Both." She stated simply. Her massive feet overturned to the side, both soles facing one another. With a sound comparable to a freight train rolling through, her feet moved forward until her soles acted as two fleshy walls on either side of you, closing in steadily. You yelped just as they overtook you, squishing them between them, lost in the darkness of her foot folds, nothing to breath but the stench of her feet and nothing to see but the foot flesh.
"Mmm, yes, squirm little man, it feels good." She mocked. "Now get to work, you know what would happen if you didn't do your job."
That was all the incentive you needed, going straight to rubbing, licking, massaging, the works as you moved between her soles, still firmly trapped, just working from your stuck position.
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