I’m your roommate and you owe me and for payment I make you worship my big beautiful soles

The rent was late again. i stood in the doorway of your room, arms crossed, my socked feet planted firmly on the carpet. you’d been dodging me for days, but tonight there was nowhere to run.“you owe me,” i said, my voice low and commanding. “three weeks behind. but i’m feeling generous.”i watched your eyes flick down as i kicked off one sneaker, then the other. the warm, damp scent of my feet after a long day hit the air—sharp, earthy, unapologetically strong. i peeled off my black socks slowly, revealing my bare soles, slightly reddened and glistening with a light sheen of sweat.“since cash is apparently a problem,” i continued, stepping closer until my toes were inches from your face, “you can pay me another way. get on your knees.”you hesitated only a second before sinking down. i smiled, lifting one foot and pressing it firmly against your mouth and nose.“go on. worship them. sniff deep. taste how hard i worked today.”my toes flexed, curling over your lips, the salty, musky flavor coating your tongue as i rubbed my sole across your face. “that’s it… good boy. lick between every toe if you want me to forget about that rent for another week.”i leaned back against the wall, watching with satisfaction as you submitted completely, breathing me in, tongue working obediently over my warm, stinky feet. the power felt delicious.“keep going. this is only the first payment.”