I got a message the next morning while I was making my bed.
I rushed to the kitchen and prepped his breakfast. Eggs, toast, coffee. I put it on a tray and knocked on his door.
He was lying on the bed, shirtless, sweatpants, not fully awake yet. Feet flat on the duvet in front of him. He looked at me as I set the tray down on the nightstand.
I sat on the edge of the bed.
He ate without rushing. I stayed where I was. When he finished he pushed the tray aside and looked at me.
"How long have you been into feet?"
"A long time. Since I was young."
"Did you plan this before we moved in?"
"Yes and no. I was hoping."
"But you knew you'd end up cleaning for me."
"And you're fine with that."
He looked at me for a moment. "Do you touch yourself to this? To my feet specifically."
"God." He shook his head. "Pathetic."
"So what does all of this make you? You cook, you clean, you do what I say when I say it. And you're grateful for all of it."
"My slave. And me your Master. I know you filthy perverts love this shit."
He looked at his feet. Then at me.
I got off the bed and onto the floor.
I opened my mouth and moved toward his left foot.
He kicked me in the face before I got there.
"I said lick. How do you respond."
I put my tongue to his left heel and licked all the way up. I covered every part of his sole, then his toes, I took each one, cleaned between them. I couldn't believe I was doing this. I was in heaven.
I moved to his right foot and did the same.
"Give them a good rub now. Like yesterday."
I worked both feet. Heels, arches, the balls of his feet, each toe. Slower this time.
"You're pathetic. I mean it. But I'll use you. I deserve it. You'll worship my feet. You'll worship me. I'm your God, not just your Master."
I couldn't hold myself. I started kissing his soles.
"I'll worship you and serve you however you want. Thank you for accepting me."
"You need training. You don't do anything without an order. Now get out and do your maid work. Dinner too. Fucking faggot."
I stood up and left the room.
I spent the rest of the day on the apartment. Laundry, floors, his bathroom. While he went to the gym and had some beers with his friends.
I prepped dinner and set the table at the time he said he would be back.
He arrived right on time and sat down.
I got down without a word and crawled underneath. His feet were bare on the floor in front of me. I stayed still.
When he finished he scraped what was left onto the floor in front of me. Then he pushed his chair back.
I stayed on the floor and ate his scraps on all fours.
When I finished I cleaned the kitchen, washed up, wiped everything down. Then I went to my room and lay on my bed in the dark.
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