A RARE MOMENT WHERE BEING INSIGNIFICANT CAN SAVE YOUR LIFE ..

A RARE MOMENT WHERE BEING INSIGNIFICANT CAN SAVE YOUR LIFE You’ve spent the last 3 hours licking his enormous dirty feet clean while he’s comfortable relaxing and reading a book and you’re still far from being done with the obviously too big job for your minuscule size. Not a single word, not the littlest hint of consideration toward you… Then all of a sudden he stand up, leaving you there, still ignored. He goes to the bathroom, then the kitchen preparing a snack for himself and even taking a phone call and so casually chatting with one of his friends, all this while walking around barefoot as usual… Then he come back, plops down on the sofa and propping his feet back where them were, right in front of you. Just as dirty as them were when you first started this ungrateful job more then 3 hours ago. A simple snap of finger, a lazy order without even gift you of a glance “Don’t you see my feet are dirty? Lick! Clean them!” before he turn on the tv and start watching a movie. Did he even realized you’ve been doing that till a moment ago?How his foot is for you like a damn whole mountain? That he just made all your hard work useless? How unfair is this? Do he even recall he ordered you that same thing already more then 3 hours ago? Sadly, does any of those questions have any real importance now? He gave you an order, refusal is not an option... All that effort, that restless disgusting job you’ve been doing, gone… vanished… Like he didn’t even care one bit. And worst of all he had his flip flops just there, by the sofa! He could had wore them and his feet would had been still sort of clean, preserving all your hard work. But no, he didn’t and now you had to start allover again… And you know he could just properly wash his feet by himself, it would take him about 1 minute! But no, you have to do it instead... And you’re exausted, your body aching, your tongue sore, your stomach full... Frustrated by your pathetic and miserable life, by all his constant orders, all the humiliations, all the stinky smells you’re f o r c e d to breath each single day, all the disgusting grime, dirty and sweat you have to lick off his colossal body and soles, you can’t hold it anymore and you start punching his foot as hard as you can… you just want to let it all out, to make him pay for how hellish he’s making your life. But just be glad that you’re so small, insignificant and pathetic compared to him that he doesn’t even feel you or notice you while you have this burn out, or you’d become nothing but a smear on his sole… When you realise this and get back into yourself, you just thank god he didn’t noticed what you’ve just done and even if with tears running down your cheeks, you silently, submissively and diligently return licking his dirty feet clean...