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Literature
My repulsive bully's feet 1 Chapter 1
“Why don’t you fall down to your knees and give my busted sneakers a kiss, then?” Johan had said to me in the middle of the university’s library after I asked him if he could stop humiliating me in front of others. 
I thought I misheard him at first, but when he extended his left shoe to me as he made himself comfortable on one of the chairs as I stood timidly in front of his table, I realised I wasn’t so fortunate. Johan was a repulsive, obese guy who had gained popularity only through bossing me around  in front of every person in uni, ruining any chances of me being treated like the pretty, athletic girl I was. I wished to put an end to that today when I noticed that only he and I remained in the library after official hours, but, darting my eyes from his smug smile to his grubby shoes he asked me to kiss,, I couldn’t help but think that it wasn’t likely to go well.
“Do you want me to stop mocking you or not?” He asked, drawing my attention back to his thick, sweaty face, to which I quickly nodded. “Then be a good dear and show me that you know your place. If you know it, I wouldn’t need to regularly remind you of it. Kiss my filthy shoe like the foot slut you are.”
I was struck by his audacity, how could he believe that I, a former highschool queen bee, would do such a thing just because he bullies me around. “There’s no way I would do that, Johan. But if you just stop bullying me, I will forget you ever said that.” I said, showing him that I am not as feeble as he thought I was, but that didn’t faze him, on the contrary, his smile widened.  
“You know, Jesse, You sure act like you have a say in it.” He said before reaching for his beaten up bag to search for something. “Ahh, found it!” He said, throwing a stack of papers on the floor, just beside his feet. 
I rolled my eyes, but apprehensively so. What might it be that allows him to treat me so horribly? I knelt at his feet to check what was written on the papers, but as soon as I flipped one of them, my heart skipped a beat. That disgusting piece of shit somehow had pictures of me having sex with other women, he knew what a freak I was! I continued flipping through them while panicking, unaware that he rested a foot right above my shoulder as I knelt on the hard library floor with the reddest pair of cheeks. I tried to guess who gave him the pictures, but everyone’s face was blurred, well, except mine.
I looked up to him with pleading eyes, hoping that he might be willing to burn all the copies if I persuaded him somehow, but before I could propose anything a camera lens glared back at me as he laughed maniacally with his revolting double chin springing.. “This is a view I want to immortalise!” He said, zooming in with the camera before rubbing his dirt-filled sole across my cheeks, leaving a stain with the same colour as the brown filth all over his shoes. “So what do you say, Jesse? Will you accept your place in life and submit to me or would you like the entire university to know what a lezzy bitch you are? I know that your parents wouldn’t like that very much at least.” 
How could a person be so disgusiting from the inside and the outside, I wondered, feeling helpless as he withdrew both his shoes away from my face, resting them in front of me, on the cold, hard floor while looking at me expectantly with his malicious pair of eyes. “Come on, same request as earlier.” 
I sprung up to my feet with flushed cheeks, looking around me, making sure that no one was around. I saw my desk and wished I never attempted this stunt, it would have all been well if I haven’t, damn it! Now I either submit to this vile man or my parents kick me out. Imagining the broken gaze that would befall my poor mother if she sees any of these pictures, I sunk to my knees willingly in front of Johan whom smirked back at me as he sat like a king, and, like a slave, I laid my palms on the floor with my head hanging just above his shoe. Surrendering all dignity, I brought my lips to the spotty top of his grey sneakers in front of not only his pesky gaze but also the camera that will immortalise my humiliation. I kissed his shoe and felt something wet on my lips, and as more of his horrible foot stench penetrated my nostrils, I shivered knowing that it is his sweat I am sucking with my kiss. 
At such a realisation, I attempted to back away, but before I could move an inch, his other shoe fell violently over my head, squeezing my lips further against his shoe, allowing for more rancid sweat to escape into my mouth. “You’re not done yet.” He declared in a much stricter tone than before. “My shoes grew quite dirty, I want you to clean them with your tongue. ”  
I couldn’t believe my ears. Johan wasn’t only keen on humiliating me, I was at the mercy of a sadist! I of course refused, but as his shoe grinded further, making me not only squirm and cry out in pain, but also feel his shoe scraping dirt all over my hair. “Please stop, Johan!” I said, hoping that my pathetic display would satisfy him, but his grinding grew in intensity and I felt as if my skull was going to be crushed under the wait of his stomping. Growing desperate, I pulled my tongue out and dragged it across the moisty surface of his shoes, allowing his sweat to seek shelter within my mouth and the dirt that covered his shoe to dissolve into my tongue. 
His trampling softened, but it didn’t stop. His right shoe remained over my head as I laid flat on the ground before my bully, and, like a slave who would seek his master’s mercy, I clung to his right shoe with a trembling pair of arms as I licked every inch of it, hoping to swallow every dirty corner lest he stomps me again. 
“Look at me.” He ordered, but he didn’t take his foot off my head, and so I tried to look at him in my position, glimpsing only the camera and his fleshy smirk. “I want you to tell the camera what you are and what your place is. Make sure you shower my shoe with kisses after every few words.”
The tears I have been trying to hold for so long couldn’t handle this and they began to drip all over his shoe, earning me a gentle pat from his shoe. I look into the camera and imagine my future with Johan. If I move on with this, I would not be bullied by Johan any longer, I would be his slave. He would no longer mock me in front of others, he would walk me by a leash, I would become the property of an obese, ugly loser who is also a sadist. I wondered if hiding my sexuality was worth it, but it was too late now, I was under his foot and at his complete mercy. A hardening of his stomp made sure I remembered this. I cried harder before sealing my fate.
“I am the slave and property of Johan!” I cried from the pain, trying to think of what such a sadist would want to hear. 
Kiss
“I am a stupid,” 
Kiss
“inferior, female slut,”
Kiss, his shoe pressed harder.
“who belongs under the feet of her betters!”
Kiss, it started to ease once more.
“My place is at the floor,” 
Kiss, it began to pet, scraping dirt all over my hair yes, but I have grown to cherish the feeling.
“beneath your feet,”
Kiss 
“Forever.”
I kissed one last time, realising that his shoe was no longer over my head, but, instead, resting over my back. I collapsed over his shoe, crying from the amount of humiliation I have suffered and panting from panic. 
He moved his shoe away from my field of vision and laid it over my cheek. Now with a foot resting over my back and one over my cheek, I realised that I was defeated yes, but at least I was now safe. He wouldn’t hurt me. 
“Now that you have come to terms with your place in the world,” He said, rubbing his sole gently against my cheek, leaving brown stains that my tears dissolved. “I will accept your pleas from earlier, and I will allow you to be my slave..”
