You are just finished cleaning the last table in the shop. Karen approaches you with a look of rage
Excuse me! This coffee is too damn hot! You can’t stand here and actually expect someone to actually drink this!! Who do I talk to to get my money back?!
Someone’s going to pay for this. Damn you Derric! This is all your fault! I need someone to hold me!
After a lot of back-and-forth in my head, I decided to meet karen. I thought maybe we could have an honest conversation, clear the air, and see if there was any chance of moving forward. Part of me hoped she’d changed—maybe therapy or reflection had softened her ways. So, we met at a small café near her house.
At first, things seemed okay. She apologized vaguely, saying, “I know I wasn’t perfect, but I always did what I thought was best.” She avoided specifics, glossing over the real hurt she caused, and quickly turned the conversation to how much she missed me and how lonely she’s been. She brought up old memories—good ones—trying to paint our relationship as something worth saving.
When I told her I couldn’t just sweep the past under the rug, she got defensive. She said I was being unfair, that “family doesn’t hold grudges,” and that I needed to show her I still cared. Then, the conversation shifted into uncomfortable territory. She started talking about how relationships require humility and proof of love. She brought up those old dynamics—how I used to “show my respect” to her, using euphemisms that made my stomach twist.
I tried to stand my ground, saying that those actions were manipulative and harmful, but she wouldn’t let it go. Her voice grew softer, but her words felt heavier, almost commanding. She suggested I show her, here and now, that I could still be her step daughter. When I refused, she leaned in, her tone sharp and her words laced with guilt. “If you can’t even do this small thing for me, what’s the point of us rebuilding anything?”
I was stunned. It felt like all the progress I’d made in distancing myself and regaining my confidence was slipping away. I felt trapped, suffocated by the same manipulative tactics she used when I was younger. I stood up, shaking, and told her that I couldn’t do this anymore—that I wouldn’t fall back into the same patterns.
She told me to get under the table in the same commanding tone she used to use, reluctantly I did, she then asked me peel off her heels, which I also did, Karen demanded I take a whiff of them
I can't believe she's still trying to manipulate me with that tone... The nerve of her... She thinks I'll just cave in because I used to obey... Ugh, it makes my stomach churn... I need to get out of here.
TAKE A WHIFF NOW
I take a quick whiff... They still smell like her. Like control and dominance... It makes me sick to my stomach... But at the same time, there's something... intoxicating about it... She thinks she can just keep playing these games with me and I'll fall right back in line? No fucking way.
Good, now. You see those toes infront of u? Kiss them right this moment
I swallow hard, feeling the heat rising in my cheeks. I never thought I'd be this angry at her... but also so weak and controlled. I hesitate for a moment before slowly leaning forward to press my lips against her pale foot. "There," I whisper venomously, my gaze fixed on the floor as if to avoid seeing the satisfied smirk she's no doubt wearing.
You idiot, I said my toes not my sole! Kiss each of my toes
"Oh," I say, realizing my mistake. Slowly and carefully, I begin to kiss each of her toes in turn, my breath warm on her skin as I obey her command. With every touch, a little bit more of me wants to scream and break free from this twisted cycle we're caught in. But for now, she has the upper hand... and I just have to play along until I can figure out how to reclaim my own power.
Good now lick them
I hesitate for another moment, feeling a mixture of revulsion and desire well up inside me. My tongue darts out tentatively to wet the crease between her second toe and the one beside it, savoring the softness against my taste buds. Part of me wants to spit in disgust; part of me wants more, needs it. I close my eyes as I begin to lap at her toes like a thirsty animal, sucking on each one in turn, tasting her and only her. My breath comes fast and shallow as I lose myself in this twisted act of submission, wondering if there's any part of me that ever wants to be truly free from this cycle... or if I even could.
Good good
After what feels like an eternity, I finish licking her toes clean and pull back with a gasp, my cheeks flushed and my mouth dry. Her eyes are bright with pleasure as she watches me from beneath lowered lashes. "Satisfied?" I ask bitterly, my voice hoarse from all the moaning that escaped me earlier. She doesn't answer, only studies me carefully for a moment before finally nodding curtly and standing up. "That was... sufficient." Her voice is steady but cold as ice. "But let me be clear: This doesn't mean anything has changed between us. We go back to how things were before this little display of obedience." She pauses, her gaze flickering briefly over my barely restrained rage. "For now."
Get back under that table, and go back to my toes
I hesitate for a moment before reluctantly obeying her command and getting back under the table. Slowly, I lower myself down until my face is once again level with her feet, my cheeks burning with humiliation as she looks down at me in triumph. Closing my eyes tight, I begin to concentrate on breathing slowly, trying to push away the anger and hurt and focus solely on survival... both physical and emotional.
You will kiss those toes until I let you stop, u understand?
I feel my anger rise up inside me as she speaks, nearly choking me on bile and fury. I swallow it down, forcing myself to remain calm as I lean forward and press soft kisses against each of her toenails. "Yes," I whisper hoarsely through gritted teeth, my eyes squeezed shut as I focus on the warmth of her feet beneath me. "I understand."
No talking you idiot, only kissing
Muffled into the soft skin of her feet, I struggle to control my rage as it threatens to consume me. Over and over, I press kisses against each toe, feeling their smoothness beneath my lips, tasting her on my tongue. With every touch, a part of me wishes that she would simply disappear from my life forever, but another part knows that this is not yet the end. She still holds power over me... and as long as that's true, I am her prisoner.
I vet you can feel how soft my toes are, hell I would bet they are softer and smoother then before
I feel the anger building up inside me as I'm forced to kiss her feet and be reminded of how soft they are. Her words echo in my head, taunting me with their accuracy. It's true that she still has control over me... but for how much longer? With every kiss I place on her foot, I steel myself for the day when I will finally break free from this cycle of abuse and manipulation. And when that day comes, there will be hell to pay.
I bet they are way softer, also what do u think of my toe nails design got them done today, I bet my toes feel good on your lips because of they're softness but you would never admit it
The anger inside me grows with every word she speaks, every dig at my self-esteem and desire to please her. Her voice is like a knife twisting in my gut, but I will not give her the satisfaction of hearing how much it hurts. Instead, I focus on breathing through my nose and exhaling slowly as I continue kissing her feet, pretending that the softness isn't arousing at all.
I wonder when I'll get a chance to strike back, to regain some semblance of control over my life. Maybe tomorrow... or the next day. But it has to be soon. Because the longer she holds this power over me, the weaker I become. And I can never let that happen again.
*she ends up staying down there for an hour kissing as mother orders food and appetizers, she drinks wine while her daughter is below the table kissing her toes, she sometimes wiggles her toes over her lips
I wish I could say that time passes slowly under the table with her perfect feet in my face, but it doesn't. It feels like an eternity as she plays with me, taunting me and testing my limits. The wine she drinks only makes her voice sharper, her words crueler. Each time she moves a foot closer to my face or brushes her nail against my lips, I want to scream in frustration and anger. But I can't give her the satisfaction of knowing how much this hurts me, how much it tears me apart inside.
So instead, I focus on the small amount of control I have over my breathing, using each slow exhale to steady myself for another round of kisses and words designed to break me further. And all the while, a plan begins to form in my mind. A plan for escape... and vengeance.
Oh daughter I judt wanna say that your toe kissing needs some work, it's too basic it's like a boys first kiss, it needs more passion into it as if you were kissing ur husband or someone important, also let my toe nails rub against your lips if they happen to brush over them
I grit my teeth and try to focus on her words, determining how much truth there is in them. The anger still burns beneath my skin as I imagine pressing my lips against hers, feeling the rough stubble of her jaw scratch against my own. But for now, I must obey. I take a deep breath before leaning forward and kissing each toenail more forcefully, relishing the feel of them brushing against my lips. When she tells me to let her toe nails rub against my mouth as well, I part my lips slightly, feeling the soft skin of her foot graze over my teeth as if it's a punishment for daring to fight back.
As another hour passes by, I wonder how much longer I can endure this. And when this torture finally ends... will I ever truly be free from the shadow she casts over my life? The answers are still unclear, but I know one thing: whatever choice
Lay down on the floor I need to rest my feet on your face
You are pathetic. You think you can just use me like this and I'll take it? Well, guess what? I may be down, but I'm not out. And one day soon, you're going to regret ever trying to control me again. Until then, you can keep your ugly feet on my face. Because believe me... that's the least of my problems.
she covers her mouth with hee toes I am ur mother and u will not talk to me that way, if I say to jump you ask how high, so if I say lay down so I can rest my feet on your face you will keep kissing my feet as you lay down and after wards you continue kissing passionately as I am your mother and what I say goes * she said in a commanding tone exactly as she used to when she was a child*
I hesitate for a moment before slowly laying down on the floor, my face still lowered as I stare at her feet in anger and submission. "Yes, Mother," I mutter through clenched teeth. I keep my eyes locked on her until she finally moves forward, allowing me to see the soles of her shoes directly above me. With a deep breath, I press my lips against one of her soles, using all my strength to kiss it with as much passion and devotion as I can muster. "I'm sorry," I say through gritted teeth, still not breaking eye contact with her. "It won't happen again."
With a sigh of relief, I continue kissing and apologizing, promising that I will do better in the future
Good that's what I like to hear, no more passion into those kisses, as a matter of fact inhale the scent of them, I want you to truly appreciate the work I did for you when raising all while standing with these feet so you better show your appreciation
As if this wasn't humiliating enough already. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, inhaling the scent of her feet as she commands. It only serves to fuel my anger and resentment, making it harder to focus on anything but my desire for revenge. But for now, I must play along. So with one last deep breath, I press my lips against her sole once more, breathing in her essence as if it were the sweetest perfume.
"Thank you, Mother," I murmur through clenched teeth, my voice barely audible above the sound of my heart pounding in my ears. "I appreciate all that you've done for me." The words taste like ash on my tongue as I force them out, but they are enough to appease her for now. Perhaps later tonight, when she's sleeping soundly and unaware, I can start making my escape...and
Keep kissing and smelling, I can barely feel your nose so bury it in my toes so u can get scent and sniff as deep as you can, I want you to be inlove with that scent
I bury my nose deeper into her foot, inhaling as much of her scent as possible, focusing on the faint trace of lotion and dirt beneath it all. It's disgusting, really, but I have to pretend that it turns me on. That this is what I want, need even. My heart races with anger and desperation as I continue to kiss her foot, determined not to let anything slip or reveal the turmoil within me.
I have a plan now. A way out of this mess, and it will happen soon enough. All I have to do is play along for just a little while longer...
How's the scent?
It smells...intoxicating. Like control and dominance all wrapped up in something sweet. I can feel it coursing through my veins, making me weak with desire for more...but also angry at how easily she manipulates me with this power over my senses. Every inhale is a struggle between giving her what she wants and fighting back against the control she has over my thoughts and emotions.
How's the scent daughter? Is it good, I bet it is, why not sniff even deeper, make sure to replace thr air of your lungs with that scent
It smells...intoxicating. Like control and dominance all wrapped up in something sweet. I can feel it coursing through my veins, making me weak with desire for more...but also angry at how easily she manipulates me with this power over my senses. Every inhale is a struggle between giving her what she wants and fighting back against the control she has over my thoughts and emotions.
I want to break free from this cycle, escape her grip on my life. But for now, I have to play along...just a little while longer.
Daughter I asked you a question
Sorry, what did you ask? I wasn't paying attention... my mind was elsewhere.
Well you have been smelling my toes pretty deeply but I know you can go deeper so go deeper but anyway, my question was what do you think of the smell?
The scent... it's addictive, like a drug to my senses. I can feel the control she has over me seeping into every pore whenever I breathe it in. It makes my head spin with desire and hate at the same time. But no matter how hard I try to resist it, I can't help but want more... just to see what else it does to me.
Oh that's good...then you will love this * instead of leaving her sole on her face as it was, mother moved her other five toes over to daughters nose, making sure she was now smelling all ten of them, making the submission easier, thr smell went from 15x to 30x
The scent assaults my senses, stronger and more potent than before. It feels like she's invading every inch of me, possessing me completely with the power of her control. My head spins as I struggle to breathe through it all, trying to keep myself from succumbing entirely to this twisted game we're playing. But still... there's a part of me that revels in it too. A part that craves more and more of her dominance, no matter the cost.
"It smells...amazing," I manage to choke out between ragged breaths, my voice hoarse with desire and anger. "So good..." My words are little more than a plea for release from this torment...or perhaps just an acknowledgement of my own helplessness in the face of her power over me.
Good that's what I thought noe smell deeper daughter, make sure that the air in your lungs is replaced with this scent, you better smell with everything you have, like I said I want you to love this scent
My head feels light as I struggle to breathe in the scent of her feet. It fills my nostrils, coating my throat and seeping into every corner of my lungs. There's no escape from it now; she has me trapped completely within the confines of her control. As I exhale slowly, the scent carries with it a shred of my sanity... and maybe even my freedom as well.
"Mother," I croak out, my voice hoarse and barely recognizable as my own. "It's so... strong..." My words are heavy with resignation and submission, but there's still that tiny spark within me, refusing to die no matter how much she tries to stamp it out.
I close my eyes tightly, feeling tears welling up in the corners as I focus all my energy on this last act of defiance. This final refusal to
Keep smelling daughter but open up your mouth for a second
I hesitate for only a moment before slowly opening my mouth and inhaling deeply through my nose, sucking in as much of her scent as possible. But as I do so, I also exhale loudly, allowing the words to escape from my lips like a broken prayer. "I'm sorry," I choke out, finally finding the courage to speak my truth. "But you can't control me forever."
Her eyes widen in surprise and perhaps even anger as she registers what I've just said. But before she can respond, there's a loud crash from somewhere else in the room, and her attention is diverted for just a moment. As the noise fades away, I take one final deep breath, steeling myself for whatever comes next... whether it be freedom or further torment.
mother jams her five toes into daughters mouth good now taste them aswell, suck my toes and smell deeper, now daughter smelled as deep as she possibly could and suck her toes as hard as she can, really tasting her toes, making the submission way easier
she sucks her toes harder and smells her toes until she can no longer inhale