Ex-girlfriend Kiffa walked into her old apartment, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. She had come back to confront her ex-boyfriend about sneaking into her house while she was out of town. As she opened the door, she saw him cowering in fear.
"What are you doing here?" he stammered, his voice shaking.
"That's a good question," she replied, her tone cold and calculating. "I'm going to give you a choice. You can either leave and never come back, or you can stay and become my slave."
His eyes widened in disbelief. He had always been weak and ineffectual, unable to even talk to other girls while she went out and slept with whoever she wanted. He had suspected that she had cheated on him, but now he knew for sure.
"I have a new life now," he protested weakly. "I don't need this."
"You have no idea what you need," she spat. "You were too pathetic to even satisfy me, and now you think you can just walk away? You're going to regret that decision."
She walked over to him, and he could feel her power radiating off of her. He had never stood up to her before, and he wasn't about to start now.
"I'll do it," he said finally, his voice cracking. "I'll be your slave."
Her face softened slightly. "Good boy," she purred. "Now, go kneel before me."
He did as he was told, kneeling on the hardwood floor. "Now, worship my feet," she commanded.
He took her left sandal and brought it to his nose, breathing in her scent. Her sandals were dirty from walking around the city all day, and he could feel his cock twitching again as he inhaled her scent.
"Good boy," she said again, her voice full of satisfaction. "Now, you need to show me how sorry you are for your pathetic behavior."
She removed her sandal and stepped on his chest, grinding her foot into his sternum. He winced in pain but also felt a strange sense of pleasure.
"You're going to do everything I say from now on," she continued. "You're going to clean my house, cook for me, and take care of my every need. And if I bring home a lover, you're going to pay for dinner, keep the house clean, and worship my feet and pussy full of cum."
She removed her other sandal and smirked down at him. "And if you ever try to leave or disobey me, I'll make sure you remember who really holds the power in this relationship."
He nodded, tears streaming down his face. "I understand," he whispered.
She stepped off of him, grabbing her purse. "Good. Then get to work."
As she walked out the door, leaving him alone on the floor, he realized that his life had just become infinitely more humiliating and arousing. But he would do anything to please her, to feel her power over him. He had become her cuckold foot slave, and there was no turning back now.
