The Footnote

Kieran trudged into the living room, the bright orange jumpsuit with yellow stripes still fresh in his mind. The humiliation lingered, a bitter taste he couldn't shake off. Ellie lounged on her favorite armchair, her eyes fixed on her phone as she scrolled through her social media feed. The dim glow of the evening sun cast an orange light on her face, illuminating her sharp features. As Kieran approached, Ellie looked up, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "Hey, Kieran," she said, her voice low and husky. "How was your day?" Kieran shrugged, still feeling the sting of embarrassment. "It was fine," he muttered, trying to avoid eye contact. Ellie's smile grew wider. She set her phone aside and patted the couch beside her. "Come here, Kieran," she said, her voice commanding. Kieran hesitated, but something in Ellie's tone made him obey. He sat down beside her, trying to maintain a distance. Ellie leaned in, her eyes locking onto his. "I have a new task for you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Kieran's heart sank. He knew he wasn't ready for another humiliation. "What is it?" he asked, trying to sound casual. Ellie's smile grew wider. She reached out and gently lifted her feet onto Kieran's lap. He felt a jolt of surprise as she began to remove her black tights. "From now on, I want you to worship my feet," she said, her voice cold and detached. Kieran's eyes widened in shock. He stared at Ellie's feet, unsure of what to do. They were...nice, he supposed. Well-groomed and slender, with neatly trimmed toenails. Ellie's eyes seemed to bore into his soul. "You will do as I say, Kieran," she said, her voice firm. "You will make my feet the center of your universe." Kieran felt a wave of revulsion wash over him. He didn't want to touch Ellie's feet, let alone worship them. But something in her gaze made him hesitate. "Why?" he asked, trying to stall for time. Ellie's expression turned cold. "Because I say so, Kieran. And because you're my foot slave now." The words sent a shiver down Kieran's spine. Foot slave? What did that even mean? Ellie seemed to sense his confusion. She reached out and gently stroked his hair, her touch sending a wave of unease through him. "Don't worry, Kieran," she said, her voice soothing. "I'll teach you everything you need to know." As she spoke, Ellie began to massage her feet, her eyes never leaving Kieran's face. He felt a growing sense of discomfort, his skin crawling with unease. Suddenly, Ellie stopped massaging her feet and looked at Kieran, her eyes glinting with a fierce intensity. "I want you to kiss my feet, Kieran," she said, her voice firm. Kieran's heart sank. He stared at Ellie's feet, feeling a wave of revulsion wash over him. But something in her gaze made him obey. He leaned forward, his lips touching Ellie's feet. The sensation was...odd, he supposed. Her skin was soft and smooth, and her toes curled slightly as he kissed her feet. As he pulled back, Ellie smiled, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Good, Kieran," she said, her voice cold and detached. "You're a natural." Kieran felt a wave of humiliation wash over him. He knew he had crossed a line, that he was now Ellie's personal foot slave. The thought sent a shiver down his spine, and he wondered what other humiliations lay ahead.