The Worship Shall Last Forever (Twilight/Nightmare Moon foot fetish)

 

She raced at the one who had kidnapped her beloved mentor, feet moving faster than she had ever dreamed of, and horn glowing. "Where is the princess?!" she shouted, but Nightmare Moon had already disappeared into a purple-blue mist, with white spots all over. Twilight's eyes widened, the town hall was in complete chaos. She picked up her little dragon assistant and slipped away after her failure to apprehend the ancient villain.

 

Twilight Sparkle had tried to warn her mentor about the coming calamity. She saw all the signs, but Celestia just brushed it off and told the bookish little pony to go make some friends. She had to solve this problem on her own, because as soon as she made sure the preparations were complete (and ate four meals worth of apple products), she ran back to her cozy little library. The surprise party didn't do anything to ease her anxiety, though, so she snuck away before that odd pink pony tried to make friends with her.

 

The library, however, was where she was headed. She knew she had a book on the only magic powerful enough to defeat Nightmare Moon, and that was what she needed to find. Once she arrived, she burst open the library door, gently laying Spike, her young draconic helper, into his bed. "You've been up all night, Spike...you are a baby dragon, after all..." she cooed, softly kissing his forehead as he fell asleep.

 

There was no more time for calmness. Twilight frantically searched through her library for the book on the elements. If only she had some friends here to help...but there was no time to worry about that. Friendship was silly, she needed to do this alone. "Come on, come on, come on, where is it..." she said to herself, her horn lighting up to yank books off shelves and toss them carelessly. "AHA!!" she shouted proudly, pulling out the book on the Elements.

 

"Wait...if I'm correct...this book says they were hidden in the sisters' old castle, which means they're through..." she suddenly found herself in front of the most bizarre, dangerous place in all of Equestria, "the Everfree Forest..." Twilight Sparkle gulped. She knew the reputation of this place.

 

Plants grew on their own, the weather controlled itself, and animals looked after themselves. Monsters were around every corner. Twilight shook her head, charging into the Everfree all alone. If only she knew what a bad idea going into there alone was.

 

Twilight followed the map in her book down to the exact latitude and longtitude. She would be lying if she said this wasn't the strangest journey she'd ever taken, though. She could swear that she'd seen little balls of purple mist materialize in the corner of her eye. After that, something truly terrible would happen to her.

 

The first time the phenomenon happened, a part of a cliff cracked under what little weight she had, even though it seemed quite structurally sound. She screamed and fell to the bottom of the ravine that the cliff was overlooking, but she managed to levitate herself just in time before she hit the ground.

 

Why would that happen to a petite pony, who ate perfectly healthy, and had only slightly curvy hips and smaller-than-average breasts? It was very strange, but Twilight resolved to be more careful, and not to walk near cliffs anymore.

 

Twilight brushed it off as the weight gain from the immense amount of apple treats today, but her metabolism worked overtime. She'd still retain her figure. Twilight trudged on, hearing a roar in the distance. Her ears twitched, and she assumed a defensive stance, looking for the source of the sound. Suddenly, a manticore leapt out of the bushes, howling and roaring at her. It was then that Twilight noticed something in its paw. It was a rather large thorn.

 

She lit up her horn once again, using her powers to pluck the thorn from the forepaw of the ferocious creature. Immediately it calmed down, observing its paw. Twilight slowly, very slowly, backed away from the creature, running as hard as she could when the manticore pounced on her happily, and Twilight fell forwards. Its paws just managed to fall onto the backs of her jean-covered legs, and the manticore licked the bottom of Twilight's purple slip-on shoe. Disliking the taste, he yanked both of her shoes off, pulling her legs upwards to his face, and he started to lovingly run his large, slimy tongue up her silky purple soles.

 

Twilight's eyes were the size of dinner plates for a few seconds as she looked back at the manticore, who was happily tasting her exposed soles. Her embarrassment soon turned to laughter as the spaces between her toes were explored by the warm and wet tongue. Her feet curled as tightly as they could, but they were unable to pull away due to the manticore's immense strength.

 

"STAHAHAHAP IT, WHAHAHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MEHEHE?!" Twilight shouted at the creature, tears filling her eyes and a visible blush taking over her cheeks. She couldn't understand why the manticore was doing this to her soles, but if a creature like that wanted to do that to them, then her feet were clearly appealing. Twilight Sparkle had always had a 'thing' for ponies' feet, but she never expected something like this to be her first experience.

 

Eventually, the manticore let go of her poor, ravaged feet, giving both of them one last little nibble to add to the considerable blush on them. Twilight managed to stop giggling, crawling over to her discarded slip-ons. She put them back on to her slick, saliva-covered feet, and she smiled weakly at the manticore, who waved to her and darted away.

 

Twilight was dumbfounded by the experience, but she certainly didn't find it unpleasant. Her slick soles rubbed together for quite a while, feeling the thick, warm saliva spread all over the bottoms of her feet.

 

Twilight quickly realized what she was doing, and remembered the mission she was on. Blushing and mumbling to herself, she decided to attempt to forget it and press on. She thought she saw the purple mist again after a while, but the foot-licking she received earlier still felt warm, and helped to alleviate her anxiety. Even as pinkish-red creepy faces appeared in the stumps of trees, she could still feel the little tickles on her sensitive feet that the manticore tongue gave her.

 

She started to giggle softly, scrunching her toes a bit in her shoes to try to calm it down. This didn't help much, though. Her giggling, however, was making the creepy faces disappear. Giggling and laughter seemed to be their weakness. Something in that saliva must have made her feet more sensitive, because the sensations were slowly getting stronger...and making her laugh harder and harder as she walked.

 

Soon enough, she stepped out of the creepy(er) part of the forest, and found herself standing by a large, rushing river. She sat down to rest for a moment, to think about a way to cross, dipping her bare feet in the water to try to wash away the saliva on her soles. As she rubbed the bottoms of her feet together, wondering how to get across, a very large purple serpent appeared, crying his eyes out.

 

Before she could ask the serpent what was wrong, she heard a very deep voice coming from on top of its back. "There, there, Stephen, it's fine...I don't look as good without my hair either..."

 

The monster turned its head to its back. "B-but Cranky, I..." he stuttered. A bald donkey held his hoof out, silencing him. "Nonsense, Mr. Magnet. We'll go stop at the barber in Ponyville. They'll help you...and maybe they'll help me find...her..." he mumbled, sadly.

 

Surprisingly, the serpent (whose apparent name was Stephen Magnet) calmed himself down, as well as the river. When the donkey and Stephen pushed further down the river, there was a set of stepping stones for Twilight to use. She put her shoes, still slick with saliva residue, back on after drying her feet, hopping across the river.

 

After quite a bit more traveling, she saw a decrepit, ancient-looking castle in the distance. "The Castle of the Two Sisters!" Twilight shouted with glee, running as fast as she could in that direction. She then noticed that there was another cliff blocking her way to the castle, and the bridge across them was broken. She summoned all of her strength, lifting the rest of the bridge out of the foggy abyss below, and managed to tie it back to the poles across the cliff. Twilight wiped sweat from her forehead, breathing heavily. If only she had a pegasus here...

 

Regardless, the deed was done. She was now able to run all the way up to the castle, and find those Elements. She slowly entered the crumbling fortress, desperately wanting to explore the entire area. She managed to restrain herself from looking for ancient books, instead, opting to travel all the way up to the throne room of the castle.

 

When Twilight arrived, she saw five stone spheres, held up by stone protrusions extending outwards from a main pillar. She walked up to them, taking them off of their resting places, and carefully setting them down. "These must be the elements the book was talking about...but where's the sixth one? I could have sworn there were six of them...Laughter, Kindness, Loyalty, Honesty, Generosity, and...there was one more, this book was hinting at..."

 

As Twilight struggled to decipher the clue to make the Elements all work together, and to find the sixth, a large cloud of purple mist entered the room, swirling faster and faster until Nightmare Moon appeared, in her tall, curvy, and armor-clad form. "Ahahahaha...HAHAHAHA!!" she cackled, snatching the elements from Twilight, "Do you REALLY think you can defeat ME with these?"

 

Twilight jolted in fear, and got up. The little pony, who was nowhere near experienced in combat, readied her horn, angrily glaring at her adversary. Nightmare Moon sat in her throne, rolling her eyes. "You're kidding. You're kidding, right?" she asked. Twilight didn't listen to any of her taunting. She recklessly charged at the magical embodiment of the night, and after dodging a few magical attacks, Twilight screamed and prepared her most powerful spell to destroy Celestia's kidnapper.

 

As soon as she got close, though, Nightmare Moon's nimble fingers slipped an anti-magic ring onto Twilight's horn, and she cast a spell to lock it on. The bookish pony's eyes widened as she realized what Nightmare Moon had done. Her horn lit up, and she collapsed the main entrance to the throne room.

 

Next, Nightmare Moon threw Twilight backwards onto the hard stone floor, and she grunted in pain. Just as Twilight looked up once again, the ancient monster stomped her rather large foot on the ground, shattering the elements before her very eyes. Twilight cried out, "NOOOOO!!!" and reached out her hand in vain, to try to save them. It was too late. All of what were the elements, were now just simple shards of rock, scattered all over the floor.

 

Nightmare Moon cackled loudly once again. "Don't even THINK about disobeying the new ruler of Equestria, little pony...all that's left is to decide how best to punish you..."

 

She pressed her armored boot on Twilight's flat, trim belly, causing her to gasp for air. "Perhaps death is too merciful...I'll decide what to do with you in a few hours." She cuffed Twilight's arms behind her back and put a metal collar around her neck, pulling her using a chain. "COME WITH ME, LITTLE ONE," she demanded. Unable to fight such a powerful being, and fearing for her life, Twilight obeyed, following behind Nightmare Moon. She was helpless, unable to cast off the lock keeping her horn docile and still.

 

The two soon reached a worn-out, dark cell in the basement levels of the castle, in one of the hidden halls. She shoved Twilight into the cell, following her in. "I'm going to kill you right here, right now, if you resist me even once," said Nightmare Moon, working on attaching Twilight Sparkle to the cold, stone walls using chains for her wrists and ankles.

 

When Nightmare Moon grabbed the little pony's ankles, her fingers sneaklily traced along the top of her left foot, the part not covered by her slip-ons. The second she felt it, she knew she couldn't let them get away. So she made sure the chains held them extra snugly, eager to uncover the beauties that these shoes contained.

 

Twilight Sparkle started to blubber and cry, but the villain paid it no heed, simply responding, "I'll be back sometime later when I decide what to do with you, little one. There's NO ESCAPE. YOU ARE MINE."

 

Nightmare Moon exited the cell, locked the door, walked down the hall, and left Twilight alone with her thoughts. The cell was small, and there was no privacy. Nightmare Moon would be able to see her wherever she tried to hide. There was a decrepit old table, and a surprisingly inviting bed in the corner of the cell. There was also a tiny window, but there was no chance of escape through it.

 

The bookworm immediately started panicking, thinking of ways to escape. The anti-magic ring on her horn seemed to suck all the energy from her spells, and in turn, exhausted her. The little bits of stone she found on the floor of her cell were not enough to pick the lock on her chains. And there was no way in Tartarus that she had the strength to break the chains herself.

 

She thought about what she could do, how she was going to get home, how Spike was faring. What would happen to him without her? And what could she do to save Celestia? Where was Celestia, anyway? She was powerless now, what could Twilight do?

 

A little while later, Nightmare Moon walked back to the holding cell. Twilight noticed that her enemy was no longer in armor (except for her helmet) but rather in a low-cut ball gown, that sparkled in the patterns of the various constellations. It also allowed for her large, squishy breasts to bounce quite a lot. The dress was long at the back, and left most of her large, supple legs exposed. She also wore very revealing sandals, that just barely covered any of her large, flexible-looking feet. Finally, she wore a spiky necklace with a crescent moon design, as well as a matching ring.

 

"Get over here, little one. And double-time it," she demanded, unlocking the door to the captured pony's cell, and kneeling down to unlock her chains. Twilight stood up, staring into her captor's eyes pleadingly, but Nightmare Moon didn't care. She grabbed the small chain on Twilight's collar, pulling her along.

 

Twilight quickly and obediently pulled herself up to walk along with Nightmare Moon. She noticed that Nightmare Moon had left her cuffs off, but not wishing to get hurt any further, she followed her captor. Every so often, she would catch herself glancing downwards at the villain's tasty, flexible looking feet. Why was she doing this? She was the prisoner of an avil being, she shouldn't be thinking like that!

 

When they reached the throne room, Nightmare Moon sat down on her throne, attaching a metal cover for Twilight's horn to the anti-magic ring, and activating her ring. This shot out a powerful, but thin beam, attaching Twilight's now-useless horn to Nightmare Moon's ring finger. She them began staring menacingly, yet hungrily, at her captive.

 

"Wh-wh-what're you going to do with me?" Twilight stuttered, fearfully looking into her captor's lust-filled eyes, and Nightmare Moon grinned.

 

"Take off those clothes, you look awful in them. But leave your footwear on," she demanded, pointing at Twilight's top and jeans. She wanted this pony nude and all to herself, she felt oh so bored without a sexy pony to serve her needs.

 

The purple pony was confused by this, biting her lip and blushing red, but she nodded weakly. Her trembling hands undid her puffy, schoolgirl-like shirt, dropping it on the ground next to her, and revealing a plain purplish bra underneath, hiding a set of soft, lovable breasts.

 

She then moved onto her pair of tight-fitting jeans, fumbling to undo the button and zipper to let her well-defined curves to be shown to her captor. Eventually, they fell to her ankles, and underneath was a matching set of panties for her bra.

 

Hanging her head in shame, she undid her bra, allowing her breasts to fall free, much to Nightmare Moon's pleasure. Finally, she dropped her panties for her, exposing her slit and petite, yet curvy behind.

 

"HahahaHAHA...that's amazing, you'll be perfect as my little sub for life...now, I believe there's the small matter of undressing my desired parts...get on your belly. Now," she demanded.

 

"B-but there's no cushion or rug or-" Twilight was cut off by a lightning strike and her captor's voice. "DOWN."

 

She quickly and fearfully obeyed, laying her belly and adorable breasts on the cold stone floor, and Nightmare Moon leaned forwards, taking both of Twilight's feet into her hands, slowly peeling off each slip-on shoe. Nightmare Moon was greeted by a sight of immesurable beauty.

 

In general, Twilight's feet were small. As Nightmare Moon ran her fingers up and down the left sole, she noted that it had the feeling of silk. The arch was well-curved, just so that a cock could fit perfectly between both of her feet. Too bad nopony else would ever get to experience such pleasure now.

 

Each one of the toes were quite nicely trimmed, and the skin on them had neither cracks nor callouses. She must have gotten plenty of pedicures in her life, or she never went out much, not nearly enough to damage her supple, yielding purple soles. They smelled like lilac, and a hint of...manticore saliva? Nightmare Moon grinned maliciously. She knew that manticore saliva was a sensitizing agent, and she intended to use that to her advantage.

 

Meanwhile, Twilight was giggling and trying to curl her toes because of the stimulation of Nightmare Moon's fingernails. "Why, little one, you are the PERFECT one to serve me. Devilishly sensitive, sexy feet, a desirable body, weak and helpless...and oh, it seems you YOURSELF are into this!" Nightmare Moon giggled, pointing to the slight wetness between Twilight's legs.

 

"N-no, no, no, y-you don't understand, Nightma-" Twilight started.

 

"MISTRESS," Nightmare Moon interrupted, "you call me MISTRESS."

 

"M-mistress, I-I'm not into foot stuff, um, I-I'll do anything else..." she finished. That was a blatant lie, but she didn't want to fall in LOVE with her captor. She needed to ESCAPE. Nightmare Moon looked at her, with eyes that said 'I see through your lies'.

 

"Is that so, little one?" Nightmare Moon asked, dangling her sandal from her left foot, and then kicking it off. She saw every little movement of Twilight's eyes, and they were watching every moment of her little showoff. "Then you won't mind if I do THIS."

 

She used her ring to yank Twilight's head forward, forcing her to turn around, and getting her nose shoved right into Nightmare Moon's large, curvy arch. Twilight couldn't even form words. Her mind was racing now, with thoughts of escape, but more often than not, the things she would do to her captor's large, nude left foot.

 

"LICK IT, LITTLE ONE," Nightmare Moon shouted, curling her toes so they gripped Twilight's nose. She immediately felt something warm and slimy running up and down the ball of her foot, and she immediately grinned. Her new captive was so easy to break.

 

Twilight was trying to hide her face in shame. She had no idea why she was doing this, much less why she was starting to like it. Tears filled her eyes as she swiped her tongue up Nightmare Moon's sole, collecting every bit of the sweet taste that she could. Her captor pulled her naked left foot away, enjoying the cooling sensation the saliva gave her sole.

 

The evil seductress kicked off her right sandal, crossing her right leg over her left, and dangling her foot in front of the captive Twilight Sparkle. "Kiss it. Show me that you love it," Nightmare Moon commanded. The blush on her face became heavier as tears streamed from her eyes. She looked up at her captor as she planted her lips just above the toes. She held the large, smooth, cool foot in her hands delicately, and she did it again. And again. And once more.

 

Nightmare Moon chuckled softly, as she felt each of Twilight's reluctant kisses. Due to the puddle starting to form under her captive, though, she knew she absolutely loved it, and needed it. She needed to learn her place.

 

Nightmare Moon softly rubbed herself under her dress as she felt the final few kisses to her right foot, and then she jolted hard when she felt her captive take as many toes as she could into her mouth. Her digits, being slathered by the little pony's tongue, scrunched in her mouth and shoved themselves deeper. This seemed to please her immensely. Nightmare moon couldn't have her new captive feel like she deserved rights to an orgasm, however, so she pulled her foot from the grasp of Twilight's dexterous, lustful tongue, much to her captive's displeasure.

 

Twilight started to whine a bit, reaching for Nightmare Moon's beautiful, desirable feet, but she lit up her horn, flipping her captive bookworm around onto her belly once again, her bare, exposed soles in Nightmare Moon's lap. "Do not DARE to move your feet away from me, little one. You don't deserve the pleasure of my divine feet on your face until I say so. However, your feet are mine to do with as I please."

 

"B-but mistr-" Twilight was cut off by the feeling of Nightmare Moon's fingers exploring her sexy, vulnerable pair of feet. Twilight was wondering why her feet were so sensitive, so vulnerable to her captor's touch, but she then came to a horrifying realization.

 

She mentally cursed herself for not washing her shoes clean of the manticore saliva at the river. The remnants of the saliva in her shoes had soaked into her feet, making them permanently more sensitive.

 

She was unable to change any of that now, because she was stuck in fits of giggles. Nightmare Moon held onto her wiggling feet very tightly by the ankles, using magic. She had to be able to tickle her new prize until she felt satisfied. She took a moment to observe her captive: fully nude, defenseless, and a pair of perfect feet all to herself. Nightmare Moon then leaned down, holding her feet side by side, and took a long, lustful lick between Twilight's abused soles.

 

This caused Twilight to burst out laughing, each foot trying to shield the other from Nightmare Moon's tongue-filled assault. She placed both of the small, sexy feet between her legs, so both of the big toes were able to rub Nightmare Moon's slit as they were tickled.

 

Each ferocious stroke of Nigtmare Moon's sharp nails on the uncalloused surfaces cause Twilight to break out into unrelenting fits of laughter, and each time her toes attempted to curl to lessen the ticklish sensation, they would just barely rub on Nightmare Moon's clit, pleasing her immensely. Deciding that her orgasm was coming too slow, Nightmare Moon pulled Twilight Sparkle's feet a little closer, and doubled down on the tickling, raking her fingernails down her soles, from heels to toes, deeply and firmly. Twilight's feet were unable to take such torment without thrashing around for freedom.

 

Twilight's feet were getting soaked in Nightmare Moon's juices, and that was making them slicker and slicker, therefore they were much easier to tickle. Her captor plucked two feathers from her own wing, teasing the highest point of the arches of her captive's soles. "MISTREHEHEHESS STOPPPPPPAAHAHAHA!!" Twilight gasped, both of her sets of toes pushing backwards in between Nightmare Moon's legs, trying desperately to lessen the tickling plaguing her body.

 

In response to this, Nightmare Moon plucked ten more feathers from her wings, and used magic to make all of the tips of the feathers tease the exact center of each toe. This precise tickling forced Twilight's peds to go wild, the toes rapidly yet sensually rubbing on Nightmare Moon's clit. This pushed her over the edge, giving her the most unreal, surreal orgasm she's had in one thousand years.

 

Her lack of concentration during her time in the Summerlands caused her to let go of the feathers and Twilight's feet, leaving her a sweaty, giggling mess. The puddle of juices beneath her was slowly getting larger and larger, and the tickling teased her beyond belief.

 

"Ah, that was...incredible, little one...I'm giving you a brief respite, to allow you ONE orgasm tonight. And then, you go to bed where you belong: the cell," Nightmare Moon said. Before Twilight could utter a response, her captor flipped her onto her back, her head directly at the base of the throne. Once again, Nightmare Moon's well-cared for soles pressed against the bookish pony's face. Only this time, both of them were placed on her face, completely blinding her, and the balls of her feet were placed over her lips, silencing her.

 

Twilight's hands immediately rushed to her captor's precious feet, blushing as red as Big Macintosh with a sunburn. Nightmare Moon could tell due to the warming cheeks she felt on her soles. Her long, flexible toes gripped around Twilight's chin as her small tongue slathered up and down between her mistress's soles.

 

She could hear Twilight moan intensively as she tasted the feet covering her face. Nightmare Moon looked down at her submissive little pony, thoroughly enjoying the sensations on her large, plush soles, and decided to drag each foot up and down Twilight's outstretched tongue. Slowly, very slowly, Nightmare Moon's left foot made its way down Twilights neck, her supple breasts, her belly, and finally, between her legs. She could feel a pleasured jolt under her feet as she tapped her big toe against Twilight's clit.

 

Twilight tried to maintain her composure, but all she was able to do was moan, and make out with the foot remaining on her face. She shut her eyes and rubbed her nose on Nightmare Moon's right arch, passionately pressing her tongue on every inch of the foot subduing her, from her heel to her toe.

 

Nightmare moon chuckled a bit, taking her sole off her captive's face, and getting up from her throne. She kept Twilight laying on her back, and stared straight into her eyes as Nightmare Moon balanced on one leg, stepping on Twilight's ladyhood just enough to not put too much weight on her. After all, she couldn't have a slave that couldn't function.

 

Twilight was in bliss, nothing but pure pleasure filling ber body to the brim. She forgot all about home, about Celestia, about anything. Nothing existed apart from her, the pleasure, and her Mistress Nightmare Moon. She could feel her unworthy slit being pleasured by Nightmare Moon's left arch, gliding up and down the slick surface like a professional.

 

Twilight could feel herself getting close as she felt Nightmare Moon's toes press into her lower belly. She looked straight into her captor's evil, devilishly seductive eyes, as Nightmare Moon levitated herself above Twilight's body, her left foot still pleasuring her spot. Her right foot alighted directly on Twilight's face, and she took the opportunity to worship it, taking all of its toes into her mouth, and darting her tongue between each toe to relish the amazing taste for as long as she could.

 

As soon as she felt her captor's big toe press against her clit, she was pushed over the edge. She moaned out loud in bliss as she came, juices spurting everywhere on her sweaty, nude body, shutting her eyes tight to ride out the tsunami of pleasure.

 

Nightmare Moon's feet left Twilight's needy body alone, as she sat back in her throne. Mercifully, she allowed Twilight Sparkle time to recover from her intense orgasm. When she finally did, and got up onto her hands and knees, Nightmare Moon held out her juice-soaked feet and yanked Twilight's face against them.

 

"Clean them, little one."

 

She could feel her captive bookworm nod, and her eager tongue sliding across the perfect surfaces of her soles. It took quite a while, but eventually, Twilight's face pulled away from Nightmare Moon's feet, now glistening in her captive's saliva.

 

"Adequate job, little one. Now come with me, to your new home," Nightmare Moon demanded, putting her sandals back on and grabbing the chain on Twilight's collar, pulling her along. Her horn lit up, and instantly, all of her clothes were incinerated in blue fire. Twilight gasped softly at the sight, but she made sure not to fall behind.

 

Nightmare Moon opened the cell door, ushering Twilight inside, and teleporting a few books onto the worn table in the cell. Twilight obeyed, walking into her prison as Nightmare Moon locked the door, and fell into the bed that had been brought in from Celestia's old room.

 

"You have failed, Twilight Sparkle. This is your life now. Like the night, your slavery to me shall last FOREVER," Nightmare Moon cackled, as she walked down the hidden hallway, back to the throne room of what was now her castle.

 

Twilight sighed, depressed. She did fail. She had no one who knew her coming to look for her, she wasn't able to save the princess, and she was now a foot slave to the new ruler of Equestria. Years and years passed, dawn never broke again, and still Twilight was not able to escape her new life of foot worship.

 

The worst part for her, was that she enjoyed every moment of it.

 

-End