-B- Worthy of Painting F/F

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Emily unpacked her last bag, then took a long breath, getting a wide view of her closet. She’d been unpacking for an hour; she shouldn’t have taken her mother’s advice of bringing this many clothes—half of which she wouldn’t wear anytime soon. First day in college had proven to be a bit boring; she’d spent the day completing her registration papers, then moving the packs to her room, then unpacking. Courses wouldn’t start for another week or so, so for now, she had one thing to be excited about, her roommate. She was yet to arrive.

She relaxed on her chair, and started to wonder how she would be like. Emily didn’t ask for much, just that the girl would be nice. If she was into painting that would be great. The thought excited her for a short while, before she reminded her self that she shouldn’t give in to her expectations. Her luck in friends, had never been that promising. What if she’s mean. What if she’s mean and rude and doesn’t respect boundaries—She got up and headed for the kitchen. She could spend the next hour fretting and worrying about the endless possibilities of how her roommate was going to be like, or she could spend them doing something productive, like making a plate of her delicious cake that she was known for. It would be a nice icebreaker when the girl would finally come here.

She put some music on and started baking. She baked and walked around the kitchen, enjoying its spacious feel—spacious for a dorm’s kitchen at least. This was a nice dorm. It wasn’t until now that she appreciated the hours and effort she’d put into her studying in the three years of highschool. She wondered how many of her schoolmates had managed to get into one of the top ten Art Universitas of the country. Not many, not many at all, she thought as she put the dough in the oven.

Five minutes later, a key started shuffling in the door, and she walked towards it to open. She opened. The shock that the new visitor’s face held, was only toppled by hers. She took in the details of the girl in front of her. The wide brown eyes. The black long hair. The olive perfect white skin. for fuck’s sake.

“Oh my god.” Prim half screamed in a girlish way while her palms covered her mouth, before she rushed toward Emily and wrapped her in a hug. “What are the chances.” She giggled, obviously full of joy.

Emily was speechless. For a second, she thought about walking back into the kitchen, getting the cake out of the oven then throwing it off the balcony. Prim brock the hug, but kept her hands around Emily’s shoulder and rubbed them actively up and down her arms. “I mean talk about fate. What the hell.”

Emily could only give her faintest smile, one that had a mixture of pain and joy. The big smile and excitement that Prim face had slowly faded away, “You planning to say something.”

She moved her tongue a little in her dry mouth then swallowed and said, “Hey. I didn’t know you applied here.”

“Well,” Prim said her excitement getting back up as she grabbed her suitcase and dragged it into the room before closing the door. “It’s a long story.”

Prim talked, but Emily couldn’t focus on one word she said. From her babbling, all Emily gathered was that Prim preferred this university because it was further away from her parents, so she decided to study Graphic Design although she had no interest in it. Prim never had any interest in anything really, so it made sense.

All Emily thought about while her best friend talked, was how was she going to repack all her stuff and go through the pain of filing a request to change dorms, cause staying here was no longer an option.

Prim seemed to sense that Emily was absent minded as her enthusiasm while telling the story slowly faded, before she stopped completely and said while taking a seat on one of the two beds, “So,” she sighed. “How did you end up here.”

“I’ve always wanted to study art,” Emily said, then couldn’t resist adding defensively, “You know that.”

“Well,” Prim smiled awkwardly. “I forgot.”

Emily took a seat on the other bed and instinctively crossed her arms. She knew she was being rude. Prim face seemed more and more disappointed that Emily didn’t show the same enthusiasm that she had. Good. Let her be disappointed.

They sat there in awkward silent for a minute, before Prim said, with obviously fake excitement, like she was trying to keep a good mode going, “So. You must be very excited right. That you got into the school you wanted.” She bushed some of her hair behind her ear.

“Ehmm.” Emily just nodded; her arms still crossed.

With that, Prim’s face went bland, her wide eyes gave Emily a narrow and confused stare before she grabbed her phone and started scrolling.

Not being a total bitch, Emily did feel some guilt. Prim was so excited to meet her, and yet she was acting like they barely knew each other. Regardless, she needed to stay strong. They were once best friends, not anymore, and never again. Not after what she’d done.

Emily wasn’t a people pleaser, that was how she saw herself at least. But when she had a friend, a true friend, she’d give them everything. If her true friend asked a favor, she’d be there to do it without giving it second thought. If they needed something and were too shy to ask, she’d take the initiative and insist on helping them, whatever it was. If they were upset or in a depressed mode, she’d bend over backwards to make them happy. She’d once thought that Prim was a true friend, her best friend, and the realization that she was anything but that, had crushed her.

As if to intently fuck with her, the oven bill rang, causing Prim to look up from her phone and look at Emily with a silly smile. “I know what that smell is.” Prim said, in a high-pitched excited tone that made her look like a ten-year-old.

“Yeah?” Emily said, giving a reluctant smile herself. She couldn’t help but feel good that Prim remembered. She’d eaten the same cake a hundred times. Emily thought about whether or not she deserved to taste it again. While Prim waited there, obviously putting effort into keeping a friendly face, Emily got up and walked to the kitchen; she already baked the damn thing, one last time couldn’t hurt.

She plated two pieces and walked back to their room. She gave prim her plate, barley looking at her, then got back to her bed, and instantly dug in. Prim took a bite then sighed, more like moaned at the taste. “Geeee. It’s still good. Thanks Emily.”

“Welcome.” She said bluntly.

“Can’t believe it’s been month since I’ve eaten this thing.”

Emily chewed harder as she stared at the ground near Prim’s sneakers, and couldn’t help but mumble. “You would’ve tasted it more if you haven’t turned into a bitch.”

Prim looked confused, like she wasn’t sure that she’d heard her right, “What?”

“Nothing.” Emily looked up. “Glad you liked it.” She gave a wide fake smile.

Prim just looked at her for a bit, her lips pursed, before she sat the spoon on the plate slowly and said, “Correct me if I’m wrong, but I got a feeling that…You’re not as happy to see me as I am to see you.”

“What gave you that idea?” Emily put down her own spoon, with greater force.

Prim nodded and raised her eyebrows, getting a confirmation of her feelings. She took another bite, and seemed to get a bit irritated herself while her sneaker tapped anxiously on the ground. To no surprise, she had nothing to say.

Emily took one mouthful after the other, finishing her cake as fast as she could, before she stood up and went to the kitchen, but when she came back, she froze once her eye’s noticed something near Prim’s suitcase. It was a wrapped thin cartoon, the size of a canvas. The wrapping hid whatever the carton of the canvas showed, but Emily’s heart rocked at the unlikely possibility. “What’s this?” She looked at Prim accusingly.

“What do you think.”

“Just answer the fuckin question Prim,” she scowled.

“The painting.”

“Why—” Emily thought of possible scenarios why she’d still have the thing. “You dug it up from the garbage.”

“I never threw it in the garbage,” Prim said so casually, too casually to a point that made Emily blank.

Feeling her fist tighten and her chest rock, Emily did her best to stay in place. She didn’t know if she should curse, cry, or lunge at Prim and bash her head to the ground. At a moment there she thought she was about to do all three, but she held her temper.

The day still haunted her nights. It was four months before prom. Prim had been acting weird for months. She seemed less interested in spending time together, and lied to her about her ability to go out more than once. She would bale on her and give her some excuse like having to study or having to go to a family visit, but then Emily would find pictures of her hanging out with her new friends. At school, she avoided her for most of the time, except for rare occasions that she had no one else to hang out with. Emily felt terrible about all of it, but she wasn’t about to end her best relationship over some superficial difficulties. She thought about all the possibilities that Prim would be mad at her, and repeatedly found none. Regardless, she kept putting the effort to hang out and kept getting rejected.

Her last effort had been a creative one. Emily was a painter. Prim loved her paintings. So, for two weeks, Emily spent three hours every day, painting a picture of Prim with Oil colors. She put so much effort into every detail that it turned out to be the best painting she’d ever made; but that was probably cause the person she was painting was the most stunning she’d ever met.

She put the painting in a bag, and when school ended, she looked for Prim and found her by the lockers with two of her friends. She wanted to give it to her while they were alone, but they were seeing each other so rarely, Emily couldn’t wait. She walked up to them and just gave it to her. If there was one way she could describe the situation, it was like when a boy asks a girl for prom in front of everybody and the girl gets embarrassed and politely say that she already has a date. Prim accepted the painting, but while she did, she had the most anxious grimace on her face. She looked like she was embarrassed, like she didn’t want to take it and only did so to be polite. Emily knew, that she only acted like that cause her two bitch-friends were around, and they giggled like little girls while the whole scene unfolded. But that was no excuse. And her friend didn’t stop there.

“Why did you tell me you threw it then?” Emily said through tensed lips.

“I told you no such thing.” Prim said, more coldly, more casually.

“YOU TOLD EVERYONE.” She screamed, making Prim recoil back startled almost dropping her cake.

“Gee fuck alright,” she said, putting the plate on the bed. “It was a joke.”

“A joke.” She felt her nails dig into her palms, as she did everything in her power to stay put. She broke her heart, as a joke. “You’re a terrible person.”

“Grow up.” Prim threw her hands in the air irritatingly and rolled her eyes. “You brought me a damn painting of myself in front of all my friends. You have any idea how embarrassing that was?”

She already knew Prim thought it was embarrassing, still, her hearing her say it somehow hurt more. “You fucking bitch.”

“It was Highschool.” Prim screwed her face, like Emily was being totally unreasonable.

“Well it still hurts, and you didn’t even try to fix it”

“I did try to contact you.” Prim mumbled.

Emily took a breath at the absurdity of what she’d just heard. Prim had called her once or twice after she’d found out that she heard of her little joke, and that was it. She didn’t come to her house. She didn’t try to reach her. She just left her a short message: “I’ll leave you until you calm down and realize it’s no big deal.” That was when Emily realized that the relationship was over. It was a hard realization, to know that the person you loved didn’t give a shit about you anymore.

“Well, I’m sorry,” she said. “I truly am.”

What bothered her now, that the hate she’d been building for months, was slowly being dimmed. This wasn’t a new situation. Emily had lost count of how many times Prim had fucked up and hurt her. And every time she’d get out of the situation the same way, by saying sorry, smiling, and like the naïve girl she was, Emily would forget about it, even apologize sometimes for making a big deal out of nothing.

This shouldn’t, wouldn’t turn out to be one of these situations. This fuck-up wasn’t going to pass like that, it wasn’t going to pass at all actually. Prim disposed of her like she was a pile of garbage, and Emily would now return the favor.

“A little too late for an apology Prim,” Emily said, making her way to her bed.

Seeming to get tired of the whole exchange, Prim scowled at her one last time before she kicked her shoes off and threw her back against the bed. “Fine, be like that.”

Emily did the same, she rested her sore back against her fluffy bed, then turned to her side, giving her back to Prim. Her head couldn’t wrap itself around the idea that she now had to move again. Her closet was full. For fuck’s sake you’re stupid arn’et you. Why the hell do you have to move. “When…” She said, hesitating reluctantly. “You know how to file a request for a new room?” She turned her head slightly to look at Prim. Prim still laid there, looking up from her phone to the ceiling, her face beyond irritated.

“You’re kidding right?” she sighed, squinting her eyes. “Please tell me you’re kidding.”

Emily didn’t answer. She turned her head back taking her eyes off Prim fuming face, feeling a weird punch hit against her stomach.

“You really want me to move,” Prim said. “You don’t want to be roommates.”

She wanted to say no, but her throat suddenly felt tight and wet. The disappointment in Prim’s tone while she asked the question made her stomach shrink. Six months ago, it would’ve been the best thing in the world to live together, especially in a dorm away from her parents. Now, she felt like she was stuck in a lion’s den, and she wanted to be out. The effect Prim had on her seemed to stick until now. Even after what she’d done, Emily couldn’t be the reason behind Prim’s sadness, she just couldn’t. But that Prim had been a fragment of her imagination, the only thing left of her was the painting. The true Prim was a bitch, that knew neither loyalty neither the value of true friends, and that Prim, needed to get the fuck out of here.

“No.” Emily said in coldness that felt foreign to her mouth. “I don’t want to be roommates.”

After a short while of silence, during which she felt Prim’s stare crush the back of her head, she heard Prim say, “Then move out.”

Emily lunged to her ass. “I was here first,” she half-shouted.

Prim only raised her eyebrows as if to say she didn’t care.

“Prim.” Emily tried to shout but it came as a whine.

“Whatever, I’m not the one acting like a child. I’m not moving.” Prim kicked her mattress with her socked foot. “I already got my suitcase here.” She gave the lamest excuse she could probably find.

“I’m already unpacked, my closet if full.”

“You better get packing then,” Prim said carelessly, before she added in fake concern, “You don’t wanna be here more than you have to, with this horrible person do you.” She looked at her with a loathing smile before she returned her eyes to her phone.

If this was to be the end of their relationship, Emily couldn’t have it end with Prim, as always, getting her way on her expense. Prim wasn’t going to win that one.

“You’re the WORST shit ever.” She put as much hate and emotion as she could in every word. She hoped that if she managed to get it through Prim’s head how much she hated her, she’d guilt her into giving this fight up as a compensation for how much she’d hurt her.

“Then you better run away from me.” Prim said, even more casually than before.

Seeing no signs of her plan working, she slammed her back on her bed and turned to her side. They both went silent. For a while, Emily just stared at her wall in defeat, dreading that her sore legs and back wouldn’t get enough time to rest before she would start packing again. There was no way she could force Prim to move. One couldn’t pressure a bitch with guilt, as it was obvious the bitch knew no such thing.

Emily’s eyes began slightly dozing, before she decided that she could use a nap. She drifted off.

When she woke up, she hesitated at taking a look around, fearing that she would see Prim still lounging there on her bed. But when she turned her head, Prim wasn’t there. Her shoes weren’t there. Just when the possibility entered Emily’s head, that Prim was gone,  her eyes found her suitcase still near her bed. She chuckled despite herself; it was foolish of her to think that Prim would change. She’d always be the same entitled, spoiled, heartless bitch she’d always known her to be. She’d never had any problem with the first two, she even found them appealing at times, cute, for a girl with Prim’s looks. She enjoyed spoiling her, she enjoyed her entitlement. But mix those adoring qualities with the cold heart Prim had proven to have, you got yourself a pretentious, gorgeous, asshole.

The door-knob turned and the key scratched inside it, before Prim pushed the door open and walked in. While she dragged her feet to her bed, her eyes barely acknowledged Emily. She looked tired, drops of sweat shined on her forehead, and some sweat stained near her armpits. She sighed as she sat on her bed and rested her back against the wall.

Emily couldn’t resist asking, “Where were you?”

Prim’s eyes looked up momentarily, giving her a bland look before she put the toe of her sneaker at the heal of the other one and removed it. “I filed the request.” She took off her other sneaker, then dangled her black-socked feet over her bed. “They said I can move into my new room tomorrow,” she said coldly, as she flexed and stretched her feet, as to drive the tension out of them.

Darting her eyes between Prim’s cold face and her feet, her mind was filled with one thought. I won. I fucking won. Fuck yeah I won. A small part in her wanted to jump to her feet and dance in the middle of her room. But for some reason, the moment her eyes rested on Prim’s bland face, all the joys of her victory simply diminished. The girl sat across from her looked terrible, disappointed, sad. Crocodile tears, Emily thought. Prim couldn’t be sad that they wouldn’t be roommates anymore, she didn’t give a shit about her. She probably just didn’t like that she had to move again. Dragging that small suitcase to another room must be tiring for the little princess.

But she didn’t have to move did she. There was nothing forcing her to concede to Emily’s demand, and yet she did. Maybe she wasn’t as bad as Emily thought. Or maybe she was disappointed that she didn’t have a friend already like she’d thought. she would’ve if she wasn’t like that.

Emily had learned her lesson; she wasn’t about to beat herself over someone who didn’t value her. When her eyes couldn’t bear to look at that beautiful face, usually excited and lively, be all plane and gloomy, she took a random glance to the side, only to notice the painting still near the suitcase.

If Emily truly meant nothing to her, why did she keep the gift? Why did she bring it with her here, to this new stage of her life? That didn’t mean anything. It was a good painting, of course she kept it, it costed a lot to get a painting of oneself. She’s rich you idiot. Emily sighed, then mustered the courage to look at Prim again, and say, “Want some cake.”

Prim looked up from her phone, her face and eyes still too cold to show confusion, then looked back down.

Want some cake! After you basically told her you don’t want her here and that she’s the worst shit ever.

Not knowing what to do, and not finding anything to say, Emily got up, put her flats on then walked out the door. She wondered around campus, exploring where everything was. Courses weren’t planned to start until a week, so the campus was basically half-deserted. Some groups of girls and boys were hanging out here and there. That excited her somewhat, the near possibility of new friends, but not as she’d thought it would. Maybe that was because the only friend she had ever wanted was back in her room, and she’d just told her to fuck off.

The day proceeded uneventfully. When she got back to her room at night Prim was sleeping, still in her jeans and sweaty sweater. Her socks laid on the floor. Out of a habit that didn’t show any signs of fading away, Emily instinctively scooped down, grabbed the socks, unbothered by their moisty feel, and shoved them in Prim’s white sneakers, before she grabbed the sneakers and put them elegantly by the door. Picking after prim was a habit, that she’d long forgotten about.

She changed out of her clothes, then got into her bed, laying on her side, this time in Prim’s direction. While she tried to go to sleep, her eyes just stared at the back of Prim’s head. She remembered how she used to comb it for her when they had their sleepovers. She wondered if someone else had been combing that hair ever since they’d broken up. Probably not; not many girls loved her as much as she did, not many would give her as much as Emily was willing to give her. She closed her eyes, finding no trouble in drifting to sleep.

She woke up the next day to the sound of Prim putting on her shoes. She never wore her shoes like normal people, she just inserted her foot without pending and started smashing the toe of the shoe to the ground until it slipped in. Emily sat herself up on her bed, not getting out of her covers. The sight of Prim silently gathering her stuff and preparing to leave for good, sent an anxious feeling down her spine. They were gonna still be in the same collage, but if Prim walked out of that door now, with their relationship this broken, there would be no hope of fixing it. there’d be no more Prim. The thought that Emily had been comfortable with a day before taunted her now. “Prim,” she said, her face still soggy and sleepy.

She didn’t answer, but gave her a cold glance before grabbing her phone. She took a look around to make sure she had everything she needed.

“Prim,” Emily whined. “Can we talk about this?”

“Talk about what?” She spoke aggressively.

She eased the covers off her body and stood, she didn’t know the best thing to say, but she had no time to think, so she just started talking. “I was mad aright.”

“Yeah, I know.” Prim said grabbing her suitcase and sitting it up straight.

“I didn’t mean what I said.” Emily said, unsure if she was lying or telling the truth.

“Yes you did.” Prim nodded, looking at her for the first time with a cold smile. “See you around.”

She didn’t think, still sogging from sleep and blistered with the idea of losing her, she couldn’t think of one sure thing to say that would stop Prim from walking out of that door, so she didn’t talk, she just rushed toward Prim then stood between her and the door. “don’t go.”

“Get out of my way.” Prim said.

Emily knelt, and ignoring the baffled face that Prim pulled looking down at her, she rushed in, wrapping her arms around her friend’s waist. “Please don’t go. Don’t leave.”

Filled with a mixture of anger and confusion, Prim spat, “Just yesterday you were kicking me out of here. What the fuck has gotten into you.”

“I was just angry, and stupid.” She whined and hugged her tighter resting the side of her face against Prim’s stomach, doing her best not to sound pathetic, or more pathetic than she already did. “I’m sorry and stupid and I love you don’t go.”

An abrupt silence fell over both of them. Emily staid kneeling there, trying not to think of how weird she looked, clinging to her friend as if her life depended on it. And Prim just stood there. Before long, Prim said, “You really want me to stay?”

Feeling a surge of hope, Emily looked forward, and realized she’d been pushing her face against Prim’s crotch, she got a bit embarrassed but didn’t care, then she looked up, resting her chin against Prim as she looked into her green eyes, she sniffled. “Yes, I want you to stay. I’m sorry for what I said.”

Prim looked like she was thinking things over, before a faint smile made it to her thin delicate lips. “You really sorry?”

Feeling the air get a bit lighter, a chuckle was let out with Emily’s sniffling. “Yes. I’m really sorry.”

She felt Prim’s hands crease her short brown hair, before resting over her cheeks. Prim gave her face a quick light pat with both palms before she said, “Fine.”

Emily’s mouth curled into the most relieved smile, she let out a chuckle that her friend shared.

“You can let go of me now,” Prim snickered and gave Emily’s breast a light thud with her knee. Emily rose to her feet slowly, pulling herself up using Prim’s offered hand. They exchanged a smile, in which Prim shook her head slightly, as if to point to the unnecessary fight that Emily had started, before she stretched and said, “Well. Now I can have cake.” Emily nodded with a smile then went to the kitchen, returning with two plates of the leftover cake from yesterday.

They sat on Emily’s bed and chatted for more than an hour. Each of them had much to say, given that it had been forever since they had last hanged out like this. But mostly, it was Prim doing all the talking. Emily was more of a listener. She listened to all the stories of Prim’s summer, the places she visited, the parties she attended. Although it turned out to be quite an eventful summer, Emily was relieved she didn’t hear her mention any boyfriends. She doubted she’d ever tell her adored about how she truly felt. She’d constantly told her that she loved her, just like she did when she was on her knees a while ago, but she’d never said it in a serious manner. Sometimes she felt like Prim already knew, but didn’t want to open such an awkward conversation to not hurt her. Emily couldn’t open the conversation either, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to handle the rejection. For now there was still hope. She liked that.

After their long chat, Emily took the plates and returned them to the kitchen. She got back to the sight of Prim kicking off her shoes on her bed then kicking her feet up over it. While she walked towards her, she saw Prim give her a funny look adorned with her silly smile as she rubbed her socked feet together gently. She knew what that meant.

“No.” Emily said, failing not to smile herself.

“Come on. Just a quick one,” Prim whined resting against the headboard and shuffling her feet on the bed. “They’re very tired. I spent most of yesterday walking the campus for the move-request.”

Emily sat on the bed near Prim’s thighs. “I can see that, they smell I can smell’em from here.”

“That’s mean, they smell nice.” She snickered as she quickly raised her foot to Emily’s nose, and it barely made it there before Emily shoved it down.

“Knock it off.” She chuckled, doing her best to resist. She wasn’t planning to keep the act for long, but she didn’t want to give in that easily. In actuality, she had missed nothing more than giving Prim massages. Whenever she got a chance, whenever Prim hinted that her shoulders were tensed or her feet were sore, Emily would gladly start rubbing. It was the only way she could spend almost an hour touching Prim’s skin, without her suspecting a thing.

But the fact remained, that whether or not she’d got her selfish reasons behind that ‘service’, it was still a service, that Emily wasn’t sure if she still wanted to provide after what happened. Her eyes moved between Prim’s leering face and her socked feet. She sighed, before sitting on the bed Indian style at the end of her bed, then grabbing Prim’s foot and thudding it in her lap.

“Yeahh,” Prim said in a fake girlish voice.

She inserted her finger between Prim’s ankle and the cuff of her sock, then pulled it off, feeling it cling to her foot slightly. She put the sock aside then wrapped her hands against Prim’s foot, remembering a feeling that she hadn’t felt in a while, but had never managed to forget. The touch of Prim’s skin against her own, of Prim’s flesh between her fingers. How had she been stupid enough to stand in her own way of getting this thing again. Her days with Prim had been the best days of her life. They’d be as simple as sitting together on a bed and talking for hours, just like now.

“That’s the stuff,” Prim reclined her head back and let out a moan.

Emily just looked at her, with Prim’s moan giving her some motivation to put more effort in. Her chest tingled warmly as she felt she was getting those good days back.

The week proceeded, and the routine which their college days would follow quickly became clear. When they were in highschool, Emily knew prim to be a slob, spoiled, lazy around the house. She’d imagined how would it be like if they’d ever become roommates; the situation now proved to be exactly like she imagined. Prim ate, and didn’t wash the dishes, she rarely did laundry, leaving it in the hamper to rot until Emily would finally get sick of the smell and take it out. When they would get ready to go out, Emily would take of her clothes and fold them then put them neatly on her bed, then, being the neat freak that she was, would go pick Prim’s clothes from every corner of the room and neatly fold them and put them on Prim’s bed. She didn’t even try to make Prim act in an organized manner. She knew for a fact that Prim’s mother had tried for years to do just that, and she’d clearly failed miserably.

She didn’t find joy in any of it. She was basically putting double effort and time into taking care of all the chores. But the way she saw it, Prim simply didn’t care, she didn’t care about being organized and she didn’t care about cooking as she could just order food—which she usually did. If the dorm didn’t get to a point where it was literally a dumpster, she didn’t care, Emily did, so that was just another thing she’d have to put up with to be with Prim. And every day, when they’d get back from a long walk around campus or a night at some bar—but not the gym, definitely not the gym, never the gym—They’d sit on one of their beds and talk for hours while Emily would give Prim a foot-massage, and she’d get her effort’s worth.

One night, while she sat on the bed while she squeezed Prim’s calves, she found herself wondering, about when would she, if ever, get something more. Spending time every day working her hands anywhere on Prim’s body was great, it provided her with the most sensual sensation she ever knew, but she longed for more. But every time she’d muster some courage to tell Prim how she truly felt about her, to reach for the relationship she’d always wanted, she’d hunker back down.

She had her suspicions about Prim’s sexuality; prim had never had a boyfriend, not since Middle School, and moreover, this might’ve been her seeing things, but she could swear that she had seen Prim eye some girls at the bar that they’d been hanging out in sometimes, and the look she gave them, wasn’t totally innocent. But all of that were just suspicions, and if she told Prim about her feelings towards her, there would be no way Prim would allow her touch her like this again. Their relationship would be awkward and take a step backwards, she couldn’t risk that. If Prim had anything to say, she’d have spilled it all when Emily told her about her own sexuality, but she hadn’t done that.

“You wanna call it a day,” Prim said, taking her leg off Emily’s thighs and straightening up. “Gee I’m tired.” She threw herself on her own bed.

“Nice telling me that after spending half an hour on your calves.” Emily said, wiping her sweaty palms on her pants.

“It’s my poor feet that were sore.” She said taking one sock off, then with a smile on her face, she slung it in Emily’s direction, hitting her in the face.

Emily recoiled back as if brushing off a fly, before she said, “I’m not touching your smelly feet after gym, get it through your head.”

“Yeah,” Prim chuckled taking off her other sock. “You’ve made that clear.” She flung the second sock with the same accuracy.

“Knock it off.” Emily giggled before taking the socks and shoving them in Prim’s sneaker near the door.

“Good night,” Prim got into the covers.

“Good night.” She shut the lights off then walked to her bed. She laid in her bed and tried to sleep. She turned on her side so that she was looking at Prim’s back. She envied her friend for how fast she could fall asleep. If she wasn’t tired, Emily usually would turn in her bed for at least half an hour before she’d manage to drift off, but Prim would just lay there, close her eyes, then after five minutes she’d be gone.

Emily turned around restlessly for some time, before she realized that she needed to pee, so she got up and did that. On her way back, her eyes, quite randomly, feel on Prim’s feet sticking out of the covers; the only part of her that was visible other than her face. She stood right in front of her bed and just stared at them, with no idea why she had stopped. She took a step toward her bed, then halted again. Her eyes reluctantly stuck to Prim’s soles just resting there. She felt her temperature rise at the sick idea that wondered around in her mind.

Unable to hold herself, she felt her knees sink to the floor instinctively as she sat on the ground near the foot of Prim’s bed. She stared at them for a second, their light smell lingered under her nose. Her stomach tingled, at the idea of kissing them. Sure she’d managed to indulge in her guilty pleasure in molesting her friend’s limps with her hands, but she never had a chance to lay a kiss. Her slowly watering mouth and the slight tingle in her crotch didn’t care about the guilt in her mind. It’s just a kiss, lay it and be done with it. She rested her palms against the bed as she leaned in, and left a light peck on Prim’s sole. Her breathing fastened uncontrollably, and even though the smell taunted her, she couldn’t help but lean in again and plant another peck, only longer and heavier right on her big toe. While she was thinking about laying another one, the foot she was kissing shifted slightly on the bed, and that slight shift was enough to send Emily scrambling to her bed, she crept under her cover and looked towards Prim. To her relief, she hadn’t woken up, not in the slightest. It was just a slight move but the possibility that Prim might have woken up and found her there scared her shitless.

Not wanting to think about the shady nature of her move, she closed her eyes and tried to think about anything else. But knowing herself to be the weak-willed horny bitch that she was, she knew that wouldn’t be the last time she’d do something this stupid. She slept.

Few Days Later

Both of them had just returned home from the bar. This was the second week of lectures, and they’d spent most of it pretty much together, except for the time that Prim spent in the gym. Emily would usually beat her to the bar and wait for her there, where they’d spend a couple of hours before heading home.

Now, Emily multitasked between focusing on changing her clothes, and staring at Prim as she changed hers. In contrast to the massages, this had always been one of the most tormenting moments in her day. She had to endure standing there and staring at Prim’s, pretty much flawless body in her sexy black underwear while Prim changed into her cute pajamas. It was torture. Prim usually gave her her back, and she probably thought that Emily did the same, so Emily was free to gush over at what she couldn’t touch for as much as she liked.

Emily had just stuck her head out of the collar of her pajama when Prim’s sweater hit her right in the face and hanged by her head. Like always, she took it out giving Prim a teased look, then gathered the rest of Prim’s clothes from the ground and shoved them in the hamper.

Probably not knowing that she was tormenting her, Prim had fell into a habit of rolling whatever item of clothing she took off while they changed together then throwing it in Emily’s face, whether it would be a jacket, a sweater, or a sweaty pair of her leggings.

They made their way together to Prim’s bed, and like every night, Prim rested her back against the headboard and laid her socked feet in Emily’s waiting lap. But since Prim had been to the gym today, Emily said, “No—”

“I know I know.” Prim sighed. “Just work on my calves a bit, they’re killing me.”

Emily started rolling up Prim’s pants until they reached her knees, then started squeezing her tensed muscles. Some minutes after she started rubbing, she noticed Prim was a bit less talkative than usual. She’d usually start running her mouth as soon as they lay on the bed, to day she seemed silent.

“So what’s up.” Emily said, causing Prim to wake from her slumber and look at her.

“Nothing much,” she said, her eyes looking at Emily in a weird way.

Sensing that Prim wasn’t interested in starting a conversation, Emily just focused on her massaging.

After a couple more minutes, Prim exhaled a long breath then said, “You’ll never believe the dream I had yesterday.”

“Yeah?” Emily said. “What about it.”

“I was like…” She said, seeming to hesitate about whether to continue or not. “…I was like, sitting in this, I don’t know, like luxurious chair.”

“Luxurious chair.” Emily snickered. “What like a thrown?”

“Yeah, kinda,” Prim said. “More like a recliner, just…it seemed a bit too fancy to be a recliner I don’t remember. Anyway.”

Emily let her hands fall down to Prim’s ankle and continued massaging. She imagined Prim sitting in a thrown for a second, it suited her. She imagined herself being sat beside her, feeding her grapes or something. “And what were you doing in that, fancy recliner.” She said with a smile.

“Nothing, just, sitting in it.” Prim stared up the ceiling, like she was trying to remember. “I seemed relaxed, like I had nothing on my mind. I felt like royalty.”

“Royalty,” Emily said widening her eyes. “Alright then your highness.”

“Yeah, it’s…ridiculous I know,” Prim said. “However, that’s not the weird part.”

“What’s the weird part.” Emily narrowed her eyes.

“While I sat there, I…” She halted in her words, before she gave her head a slight shake then said, “never mind. It’s nothing.”

“Noo.” Emily squeezed her ankle harder. “Come on tell me.”

“It’s stupid, you don’t wanna hear it believe me.”

“Don’t be a bitch come on.” She clobbered Prim’s thighs with her palms repeatedly until Prim caved.

“Okay okay.” Prim laughed and Emily stopped hitting. “While I sat there, there was a girl sitting on the ground in front of me.”

“A girl,” Emily said, instinctively imagining that she was that girl.

“Yeah…more like kneeling actually, not kneeling, bowing.”

“There was a girl.” Emily’s hands stopped rubbing and she smiled at Prim in surprise. “A girl, bowing to you.”

“Yeah,” Prim said sounding embarrassed. “Not like, an official bow. Just the way she was positioned, her head to the floor her ass in the air, like bowing.”

Unable to shake the image of herself bowing in front of Prim, Emily suddenly felt hot at the sight. “So, what else.”

“She, just, bowed there at my feet, I think she was like…” Prim took a breath, obviously nervous about her next line. “Kissing them.”

Emily swallowed a gust of dread. This couldn’t be a coincidence. It had been almost a week since Emily had first done that shameful act, and she’d been doing it ever since. Every night, after Prim would fall asleep, Emily’s hand would shove the covers away, then her legs would take her right to the foot of Prim’s bed. She’d sit there. Whether her feet would be clean out of the shower or as sweaty as they were now, she’d sink to her knees in front of them, then lay one trembling peck after the other with her shivering lips. She’d felt like she fell into a ritual. She would kiss Prim’s soles, the tops of her feet, her toes, and the smell and the sweat that she used as an excuse to not rub Prim’s feet after gym, hadn’t mattered a bit. She had grown used to it, like she’d grown used to the guilt.

“Kissing them?” She was careful not to show any reaction other than being weirded out. “That’s…”

“Weird I know.” Prim nodded with a smile. “I told you it’s weird.”

Emily coughed nervously, then resumed working her hand up and down Prim’s claves. “Did you…” she took a breath. “Was it a girl you knew.”

“Well… I couldn’t see her face.” Prim’s eyes bared an aggressive feel. “She had brown hair though.”

Emily’s rose her self-conscience fingers and caressed her brown short hair. “Really.”

“Yeah.” Prim said. “Short like yours.”

Not knowing what else to say, Emily took a deep breath then said awkwardly. “Gee Prim…What a dream you had there.”

Their eyes meet, and Emily didn’t like the look that Prim’s face held. She had a faint smile but her eyes were sharp, starting at her as if waiting for something, as if acquiescing her of something.

“Anyway, that’s my shady little dream.” Prim sighed and rolled her eyes. “It made me a bit curious though.”

“Curious?”

“Yeah, of, you know. How it would feel like…to have my feet kissed like this, by some girl.”

“Well…” Emily snickered nervously, taking out her frustration at Prim’s claves. “Bet It would feel nice.”

“You wanna try it.”

Her heart sunk with every word. “Try what.”

“…kissing my feet.” Prim said. “Just, you know, laying some pecks on them.”

Emily’s eyes traced Prim’s socked foot as it rose from her lap and moved closer to her face. She grabbed it mid-air and looked at Prim nervously. “Come on, knock it off.” She put the foot back in her lap.

Prim let a sigh of disappointment, as her eyes grew narrow and sharp , staring straight into Emily’s.

“What?” Emily said, feeling uncomfortable under her stare.

“Come on, give it ago, I’m really curious.” She said, faking a smile and raising her foot again only faster. Before Emily could grab it, Prim’s toes rested against her cheek, giving it a rough rub.

Feeling the sweat-soaked sock moist against her face, Emily recoiled and shoved Prim’s foot away, “Prim!” She whined. “Stop that, kiss’em yourself if you’re that curious.”

“What’s the big deal.” Prim said.

“They’re feet and they’re stinky and gross and you were in the gym today. And it’s weird. What do you think I am your servant?” She said with a nervous laugh, all the while seeing Prim’s face slowly take on a blank, angry expression. Both of them fell sielnt for a while, Emily growing more restless under Prim’s aggressive staring.

Finally, with one eyebrow raised, Prim withdrew her foot then kicked Emily in the chest.

“OCH.” Emily whined and rubbed her breast.

“You had no problem kissing them while I’m unconscious.” Prim spat, her eyes fuming. “Or is that a requirement for you, that I should be sleeping.”

With her face pale, Emily’s throat grew suddenly dry. Her head felt lighter with every word. She just stared with wide eyes and parting lips at Prim’s judging look. “So,” Prim said and crossed her arms. “Say something.” She kicked Emily’s numb arm lightly with the inside of her foot.

She tried to open her mouth and push words but her tongue refused to move. Prim raised an eyebrow at her impatiently.

“I…I don’t know.” Emily said with a dry throat. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Look…I’m not, that angry.” Prim said with an irritated snicker. “I just need an explanation. What the hell is happening with you?”

“For how long have you known?” Emily couldn’t resist asking.

Prim’s face fell in sudden disappointment. “Really” She rolled her eyes. “Fine…three days.”

“Oh.” Emily said, accidentally showing some relief in her tone.

Seeming to sense that relief, Prim followed with her own question. “For how long have you been doing it?”

“…Three day—OUCH.” She rubbed her arm after Prim’s foot kicked it. “Stop kicking me.” She whined.

“Stop lying.” Prim tilted her head with a fake smile, and bent her feet resting her soles on the bed in front of Emily.

“…A week,” Emily said. “Maybe a couple of days more.”

“Is that the tru—”

“It is.” Emily whined, her eyes glued to a random spot on the bed, unable to meet Prim’s gaze. She felt dirty, like she was caught red-handed doing a crime; she was in a way. “But you’ve known for three days why didn’t you say something.”

“It’s fucking awkward that’s why.” Prim spat. “First time I woke up just when you finished. I was so baffled I thought you knew I was awake and you decided to give me a couple of kisses as a joke or something. Ridiculous to think that I know, but I didn’t know what else to think. When you did it again the next day, I was already awake before you even started.”

“You just stayed there and let me—”

“YEAH.” Prim said. “I wanted to get up and tell you ‘what the fuck’ but it was too weird, to awkward, so I just, delayed it for a couple of days, hoping you’d stop or something. I mean, the act itself isn’t that weird, but the fact that you did it while I was sleeping…” She shook her head. Emily staid silent under Prim’s blaming look.

“Alright,” Prim said. “What else do you wanna tell me.”

“What do you mean.”

“I mean,” Prim sighed. “…I don’t know. Like, Why?”

“I don’t know?”

“…You want me to kick you again, cause I feel like doing th—”

“Alirhgt…shit.” Emily shook her head before she looked at Prim, her eyes carrying a mixture of guilt and pleading. She prepared herself to see whatever reaction Prim would give to her next line. “I’m crazy about you, I love you.”

“Love me?” Prim leaned her head forward, as in trying to understand. “As in…”

“As in love you.” Emily said, anxious to get her point through. “Like fuck-you love.”

Prim froze for a bit, before her arms still crossing on her chest tightened. “When you told me that you’re a lesbian.” Prim narrowed her eyes, as if trying to remember. It happened years ago. “I asked you…I specifically asked you if you have any feelings whatsoever towards m—”

“And I lied.” Emily half-shouted, somehow seeming more angry than regretful. “I lied. I was scared that If I told you and you didn’t feel the same way about me, you’d…push me away or something, that you’d be concerned for my feelings.”

Prim’s face wore a faint smile, but it was filled with blame, like she was looking at a little girl who’d just done a bad, stupid, childish thing.

“I didn’t want to lose you.”

“That’s…cute, I guess.” Prim rolled her eyes. “You didn’t want to lose me, so you… basically had your way with me without me knowing, for like, a year.”

Emily looked at Prim as Prim’s gaze was directed up, like a million thought was running through her head. She dreaded at the endless possibilities of situations Prim could be recalling right now. Every moment they’d spent together could be put under question. But as if something hit Prim out of nowhere, she shook her head suddenly and said, “Wait, that still doesn’t explain why you have been kissing my feet while I sleep. What, do you have a foot fetish or something.” Prim said with confused eyes.

“No I…” She took a deep breath, dreading her next line. “I, just wanted to kiss you…anywhere.”

Prim’s stare demanded more elaboration, so she continued. “Well I can’t kiss you while you’re awake can I.” She said defensively. “If I kiss you on the face you might wake up, And your feet are the only other part of you that sticks out of these fucking covers.” She hit the bed with her palm. “So…I made do with what was available, I guess.”

Prim let a chuckle escape despite herself, before she quickly suppressed it, and looked at Emily with sympathetic eyes. She shook her head slowly. “Oh Emily.” Her eyes were full of pity, and although Emily hated that, she hated more the angry convicting stare she’d been giving her before. She hated being looked at like a victim, but it was better than being a damn horny snake.

She waited for a second, feeling the air get a bit lighter, before she said, “You really had no idea, like…at all. Did I really hide it that well?”

Prim looked away. “I had my suspicions at times, I mean, when I look at you, how much you put up with me and stuff, and being my full-time unpaid masseuse—” she snickered with Emily before she continued. “I had my suspicions, but every time, I would just remember that you assured me. And I don’t know, I believed you I guess. Or I chose to believe you” Prim said, the purse of her lips and her eyes momentarily looking towards the ground showing a slight feeling of guilt.

Emily waited for some time for the moment to pass, before she said. “…so…There you go.” She allowed her hand to fall down and stroke Prim’s socked foot in front of her. “You have something good news for me or what.” She snickered at the feet in front of her, unable to look up.

“Good news.” Prim withdrew her feet so that she sat on top of them. “…you mean if I’m a lesbian.”

“A bisexual would do really?” Emily looked up at her with a chuckle.

Prim gave her a concerning look, like she was trying to figure out a way to deliver bad news in a good way.

“I see. You’re straight.” Emily said.

“No I’m definitely gay.” Prim nodded with a smile while Emily froze in front of her.

Was that good news or bad news? Emily didn’t let herself be too excited. That was definitely bad news for her. “So…” Emily swallowed. “I guess the bad news is that you have no feelings for me then.” She tried to not look like a beaten dog as she said it.

“It’s not that simple.”

“Of course it’s that simple.” Emily spat. “You either have or you don’t, and you obviously don’t, and that’s okay.”

“Look it’s n—”

“I mean but tell me what it is, I’m I not attractive enough for you.”

“Listen Em—”

“No come on just say—” The billow that hit her face interrupted her. “Continue please.”

“Thanks.” Prim said with a frown, before putting the pillow back behind her back. “…I do find you attractive. And we’ve been friends for ever, so we know we have chemistry.”

Emily couldn’t herself but grab the knee of Prim’s pants and started tugging. “So come on what is it?”

“You won’t like how I do relationships.” Prim shrugged.

Emily tried to make sense of the information, then quickly failed. “What the hell is that supposed to mean.”

“Don’t make me explain it and then arrive at the same result.” Prim sighed and reclined her head back. “Just trust me. You don’t want a relationship with me…”

“Fuck you you don’t know what I want.” Emily said with an irritated tone. “Tell me.”

Prim’s eyes moved around the room in thought and glanced occasionally at Emily’s waiting poster. Emily had never seen her that hesitant. After a long exhale and her anxiously running her fingers through her long hair, she said, “Fine.”

Emily shuffled in her seat to get comfortable then leaned in, like she was anticipating to hear an exciting story, making Prim snicker slightly before she continued. “How do you imagine your love relationship to be with a girl?” Prim said.

“But…this is about you.”

“Just answer.” Prim sighed.

“Okay okay…” Emily said. “…I don’t know. Casual. I mean, romantic. We’ll go on romantic dates now and then, come back home, make out maybe…” She tried to brush the weird feeling that she was talking freely about these things, recalling her past fantasies. “Maybe…give each other head, now and then. I don’t know, I guess it’s gonna be similar to our relationship now but, filled with more action. We’ll spoil each other.” She looked into Prim’s green attentive eyes, she seemed like she was waiting to hear something specific. “I guess since you’re a spoiled brat I’ll be the one doing most of the spoiling.” She snickered, and was glad that Prim did the same. “Anyway, that’s it…so.”

“Okay.” Prim straightened her back sucking in a breath. “You sure you wanna hear this.”

“PRIM.”

“Fine.” Prim rolled her eyes before she got them back on Emily. “The way I want my relationship to be, the way I’ve wanted it to be for a while…is…in short, nothing like you just described.” She ended her line with a smile as Emily’s face fell in confusion and disappointment. She gave her a moment, then she continued. “I think the fastest way to explain it is, the dream I told you about,” she said and pursed her lips, waiting for Emily to respond.

Emily was confused. The dream. She imagined Prim sitting at the chair, or the thrown or whatever, and the girl at her feet. Sure, it was weird, maybe a little humiliating if looked at from a specific angle. But to her, it wasn’t that great of an obstacle to them, or at least to her. “I mean, I guess…and I’m safe in assuming that you’re the girl sitting in the chair and not me.”

Prim gave her a silly look, as to say you think, dummy.

“I mean, sure, I guess we can do that now and then. I’m not saying I won’t find it weird at first, but, I’ll get used to it. It’s still not that different from what I’ve said.”

Prim’s face grew into a disappointed frown, like she didn’t get her point across.

“Prim what is the big deal, it’s a small part in the relationship and I’ll be fine with it.” Emily snickered nervously, seeing Prim’s expression didn’t change, she continued hesitantly, “It’s not… a small part?”

“It’s the whole thing Emily.” Prim said with a faint smile. “And the dream is the light version of it.”

Emily tried not to show her anger on her face, but her arms instinctively crossed. “What, aren’t we gonna be like, doing this other stuff.”

“Occasionally we will.” Prim nodded animatedly. “Sometimes, hardly ever really.” She said.

“So what we’re not gonna kiss.” Emily spat.

“Well, you’re gonna kiss. You’re gonna kiss a lot.”

“I’m gonna kiss.”

“Yeah.”

“but not you.”

“Exactly.”

“You’re not making any sense, what the fuck I’ll be kissing then.”

“Every part of me below the neck.” Prim gestured at her body gracefully with a smile on her face. “And above the waist, only if I’m feeling generous.”

If you’re feeling generous. Emily had a confused grimace on her face as shy said, “Prim I have to be honest this sounds fucking weird.”

Prim nodded with a purse in her lips, before she leaned back, “See.”

“No but, why. Why won’t you let me kiss you,”

“That’s just how I like it.”

“And I guess. You’re not gonna do anything similar to me right. I’ll be the one doing all the work.” She gave a fake smile.

“I’ll be guiding you on where to kiss, what to do,” Prim said, like she was proposing a positive addition to this arrangement. “Ordering you actually.”

“Ordering me.” Emily took a patient breath.

“Yeah, you won’t be allowed to refuse me, that’s a big part of it.”

“You’re basically telling me that you wanna boss me around freely, like a servant.”

“More or less.” Prim wiggled her head.

“I see.”

“So.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you.”

Prim recoiled back, before she crossed her arms together and rose her eyebrows. “You’re gonna beg me to tell you what I want then judge me for it.”

“No I’m sorry,” Emily shuffled in her seat trying to get comfortable. “I just don’t understand.”

“If you don’t then there’s really not much I can do about it.” Prim said, her tone defensive. “that’s What am into, you’re obviously not into it. You wanna give it a shot, that’s your decision and I’m not gonna pressure you to do so. If not, then that’s that.”

“It’s not the kissing shit, it’s really not. It’s just that. I don’t know it fells…like I’m.” She paused trying to find the right word. “…inferior to you, in some way.”

“Yeah, no shit.” Prim shook her head explaining the obvious. “You’re gonna be worshiping the shit out of me.”

“It feels humiliating.”

“In a way, that’s a part of it.” Prim said. “A big part.”

“Fuck that.” Emily said, unable to control her shock. “But why? Why can’t we just be—”

“Cause that’s the way I like it what’s why.” Prim said sternly, like she was done talking.

Emily looked into Prim’s eyes while they both sat still. She tried to make sense of it all. She still had no solid understanding of how their relationship was going to be like, if it followed whatever Prim was suggesting, but she figured it would be a one-sided relationship, where she’d give all, and Prim would give nothing. The way she saw it, what Prim had just described might as well be a relationship between an owner and her…maid, servant. Was that what Prim wanted.

She stared into her green eyes, as Prim looked at her coldly, probably waiting for her to say anything. “Gee.” She raised her eyes with a snicker. “ You really are a spoiled brat aren’t you.”

Prim’s lips curled up into a smile, as she made it to her feet and stood in the middle of the living room. “Think about it,” she said. “Don’t think you’ll need much time, I’ll go take a shower.” She walked to the bathroom.

Emily watched her enter the bathroom before she let her tensed back lay on the bed. She looked up at the ceiling as she thought.

Prim was hers, if she wanted her. What was stopping her now. Nothing but her image of how a relationship should be, which had nothing to do with Prim’s image. But were the two images really that different. Yes dummy they are.She grimaced. But who was to say she wouldn’t still enjoy it regardless, she would still be with the girl she’d always loved. Prim was the core of the deal, and anything else should be trivial. Besides, she would still get to enjoy Prim’s body, or anything below the neck, as Prim had put it. And she had been making due for a week now with just her feet, now she’d get even more of her. Her stomach tingled at the thought. Whatever the small differences that might lay in her way, there wasn’t changing the fact that, if she wanted to, her and Prim could finally be lovers.

She straightened up when she heard the bathroom click open. If her mind wasn’t made before, it was now, while Prim stood in front of her in only her bathroom robe and her bathroom slippers. Prim made her way so that she was standing in front of her, “So?”

She managed to look up at her green-eyed gaze for mere seconds, before she looked downward to her feet. Prim seemed to know her decision without her saying it. She saw the two feet get closer towards her as she sat on the side of the bed. She felt Prim’s hands rest on her shoulders, and slightly push her down so that she would get off the bed, before she let Prim’s grip guide her to her knees, to find herself in the same position they were in a week ago, when she’d begged her to stay.

“Emily.”

“Yeah,” she said as her face stared into the crotch part of Prim’s robe.

“You sure you wanna do this?” Prim said.

“I am.” She nodded.

Prim sighed. “I hope I made what I want perfectly clear, cause I don’t want to be holding your hand through all of this, It would ruin the fun.”

“You won’t have to,” Emily snickered.

“Good.” Prim said, before sitting on her bed and offering her feet to Emily. “Take my slippers off.”

Emily nodded anxiously, then slipped both pink slippers off Prim’s feet. She stared at the pair of feet in front of her. She’d already kissed them, more than once, a lot more, but seeing them laying here in front of her, while Prim looked down at her from above, gave her a different feeling entirely.

“Is there any…” Emily coughed. “I don’t know…rules.”

She didn’t look but she felt a devious smile curl up Prim’s thin lips. “Only one. But you can probably guess what it is right.”

Emily looked up, to see Prim looking at her expectantly. “Obey you?”

“Without a second thought,” Prim said, with a stern voice, almost that a of girl discipling her dog. “Understood?”

Under such a tone, Emily could only nod.

“Good. Give my feet some of those kisses of yours.” Prim said. She didn’t need to, but she enforced her order by grabbing the back of Emily’s head with her finger and pushing her down firmly. Emily felt her face being thrown at Prim’s feet, and wanted to object, but decided against starting a fit this soon. She took a deep breath, and luckily, smelled nothing but coconut body soap. She leaned in closer and laid her first of many kisses on the top of Prim’s foot. She heard a relaxed sigh come from above her, “I’m really happy about how this worked out Emily.”

“…Me too.” She mumbled weakly between kisses, feeling her mouth water with every kiss.

“We’ll have so much fun together.” She pulled her foot from under Emily’s lips and rested her sole on her back, “Other one.”

“Yes Prim,” she said anxiously and started kissing the other foot.

“You just need to be a good girl,” she teased, causing Emily’s cheeks to blush and grow hot. “And do what I say.”

She tried not to think about how she looked, literally bowing to her friend, laying kiss after kiss at the top of her foot like a servant. The absurdity and sheer humiliation of her situation made her tremble. She felt Prim’s sole rub gently on her back, feeling her pajama rub against the skin. She felt every touch. She was kissing Prim, that was the only thing that mattered.

“You’re gonna be a good girl for me.” Prim snickered, as she somehow managed to grab Emily’s noes between her big and middle toe. Thank my luck she just showered.

“Yes Prim.” Emily mumbled, her voice funny and squeaky with her nose squashed. “I’ll be a good girl.”

She felt the sole on her back slide down until it reached her neck, before Prim let her nose go free only to rest her foot on Emily’s head. She felt both soles shuffle carelessly on the back of her head, pushing her forehead against the ground. She felt the toes wiggle in her hair, like they were trying to find a comfortable position.

“Look at that.” Prim snickered. “You’re serving as my footstool.” She let out a short but cackling laugh.

“Mmm.” She could only hum in response. She felt like if she opened her mouth she’d shout. She didn’t like this, not one bit.

“How do you feel about that.” Prim said stepping harder with her feet on Emily’s head, pushing her already aching forehead to the carpet.

She couldn’t respond, but felt her throat chock with a tear.

“Answer me Emily.” She raised one foot slightly then forced it down with some force bumping Emily’s head to the floor.

“I hate it,” Emily whined. She heard the sadness in her own voice, and she hopped that Prim would hear it too, and maybe tone it down. But to her disappointment, she only heard a giggle.

“And what if I told you that I want to use you like this for a whole hour.”

She took a breath, reminding herself that the mean tone, the mean words, the whole thing, were just parts of the game. It wasn’t like Prim was trying to hurt her. “I’ll stay like this for an hour.”

“That’s my girl,” Prim said like she was talking to a baby. “Good footstool.”

Emily sucked in a breath, trying to keep her eyes dry.

“I suppose that you’ll hate it for a while,” Prim giggled, twisting and wiping her soles all over Emily’s hair. “But give it time, the humiliation of it all will never go away, but little by little, it’ll start giving you pleasure.”

Were those words meant to make her feel better. She didn’t know if that was the intention, but she didn’t feel any better, hearing how Prim was expecting her to literally be conditioned to get horny over such a thing. But, if she was going to want to be with Prim anyway, she might as well get used to those acts, in fact, the sooner she’d do that the better, cause now, she felt nothing but sheer humiliation.

“Gee.” Prim said. “You really do worship me don’t you. I mean, I’m flattered, I have no idea what I’ve done to deserve such love.” She giggled.

She couldn’t help but say, “You like me too, right?”

A long silent fell, during which Emily felt her face colors fade away. She knew the answer, but the pause terrified her. She was giving it all to this girl, and she hadn’t yet heard an “I like you”.

“Sure I do.” Prim snickered. “I like you.”

She exhaled a breath.

The Next Day

Prim meant it when she had said she didn’t want to hold Emily’s hand through the whole thing. Last night, she kept using Emily as her footstool for almost fifteen minutes, before she ordered her to go to sleep. Emily couldn’t say a single word, and crawled up her bed and closed her eyes while they were still wet. She had never felt more humiliated in her life, and it burned her more that the one making her feel like that was the love of her life.

While trying to go to sleep, she heard Prim get into her pajamas then into her bed, and lastly, as if she wanted to ease off some of the pain she knew Emily was feeling, she said, “I love you.” Then shut the lights.

The three words didn’t quench the pain completely, but were enough to allow her to go to sleep with dry eyes. She hated the fact that Prim’s love came at this humiliating cost, that she actually had to endure this treatment to be with her. But for now, this was a trial. She would lose nothing if she tried, and if it proved to be too much for her, she could always quit. But she had everything to lose if she didn’t give it a shot, and so, for now, and at least for a short while, she knew she needed to suck it up.

The following morning made the form this relationship would take a bit clearer. She woke up at 7:30 Am, then as always, woke up Prim by genteelly shaking her shoulders. When Prim opened her eyes and saw her, a smile instantly made it to her face, like she recalled the events of the day before. And it didn’t take long for Prim to give her first order of the day. “Go put the kettle on.”

With a reluctant smile, Emily nodded then walked towards the kitchen. She was sure that the power play was the bigger factor in Prim’s enjoyment. Emily would always put the kettle on and make their coffee as soon as Prim woke up, but Prim made sure to order her regardless, cause the joy was in the order, and the fact that Emily was expected to obey it without second thought.

She made herself and Prim coffee, then they both started getting ready for school. Emily’s morning wasn’t that different, except that while they were getting ready, she received some orders: pack my bag, get my shirt, fetch my socks, not those dummy, the blue ones. She had to momentarily stop getting dressed to obey every order then get back to it. She spent a good portion running back and forth in the room in her underwear fetching Prim’s stuff. When they were both dressed, she looked at Prim’s socked feet standing by the door, and managed to anticipate her next order, so she grabbed Prim’s white sneakers then kneeled beside her without a word.

Prim looked down at her surprised, before her eyes noticed the shoes in her lap and chuckled. “Look at you so eager to please.” She patted Emily on the top of the head while she extended her foot. Emily guided Prim’s foot into the sneaker, then tied it up, then did the same for the other one.

The compliment, or what she decided to see as a compliment that she was being eager to please encouraged her to up her efforts, and so took the liberty to lean down when she finished and plant a peck on each of Prim’s sneakers. It wasn’t until she looked up from her kneeling position, and saw the amused grin on Prim’s face, that she knew she’d done the right thing. Prim just creased her cheek gently with her fingers, then gestured her up. She stood up, and while her shy eyes stared into Prim’s, she hoped she’d get a kiss, as a reward for her taking the initiative. However, all that Prim gave her was a playful slap on the cheek and a sly smirk, before she nodded towards the door, motioning her to move.

They got out of their dorm and each of them went to their lecture. Being in the same year but in different majors, the classes they had in common were few; Emily spent her time half focusing with the prof, and half fretting over how Prim would be spending her time. Would she be making new friends? Until now, they were the only friend each of them had.

After she finished her lectures, Emily walked to the bar where she’d wait for Prim to finish her gym. She often thought about staring to go to gym with her, but ended up deciding against the idea. She had no problem with her body. She was a bit on the chubby side, but she liked to think it was part of her charm. And she’d joined Prim in her workout once in highschool and didn’t like the experience. Seeing Prim workout, get all tired and sweaty, was a major turn off for her.

She sat on a table in the corner of the bar and drank her strawberry milkshake, waiting for Prim to arrive. After about half an hour, she looked at the door as it opened, and was troubled to see Prim walk in with two girls. Ever since they’d started coming here, they’d been doing so alone. Prim noticed her with a smile then walked towards her with the two girls. One of them an Asian small-built girl with a black ponytail. The other, a white red-head with long hair. Both in gym clothes, both cute, face and body, and she’d like both to fuck off.

The three of them sat on her table as Prim introduced the two girls to her. The Red-head’s name was Alex, the other girl’s was Yara. They got talking for a bit, asking her what she studied and other trivial questions. They seemed nice. Welcoming. Nothing like those two bitches Prim had replaced her with in highschool. That was a good sign.

Prim was sat across from her and Alex was to her right, when the discussion died for a bit, Prim asked the two girls about what they’d like to drink, and when they both said beer, she looked at Emily with a faint smile but serious look and said, “Three beers then Emily, fetch.”

The two girls looked a bit surprised by the exchange, but not even close to how much Emily was. “Come on, chop chop,” Prim said.

The two girls initially looked at Prim with weirded-out eyes, but then their eyes moved to Emily when she got up to actually do what she was told.

While she walked to the bar, she heard Alex say to Prim behind her, “How long have you been friends again?”

“A couple of years…Why.” Prim snickered.

“Whipped.” Alex chuckled.

Emily waited for the bar tender to finish preparing their drinks. It was their first day in this thing, and Prim was already comfortable ordering her around in front of people. She smiled faintly, thinking through her next move. She made her way back with the three drinks, and sat one in front of Alex, the other in front of Yara, gaining a polite thank you from both, before she sat the third one in front of herself. She looked at Prim’s expectant, confused face and gave her a polite smile.

“I…” Prim mumbled. “I meant three including me. You don’t drink.”

“Well you should’ve asked nicely.” She tilted her head at her and gave her a teasing smile, before she took a large gulp of her beer.

Both girls snickered at Prim before they started sipping on their beers. Prim’s confusion turned to a challenging stare, before she got to her feet and went to order herself one. To Emily’s relief, the night proceeded casually. She’d made her point.

After a couple of hours, the two girls, who turned out to be roommates, said that they had to go and study, then left. Emily looked at Prim after the two of them were together, and saw a worrying smirk on her face.

“What?” Emily giggled nervously.

“Wanna get the check, pleaaaase.” Prim said with a smile, but her tone was aggressively mocking.

“Sure,” Emily said.

They paid the bill then headed to their dorm. On the way, Prim was awfully silent. She didn’t look mad. She couldn’t be mad anyway. It couldn’t have been that big of a deal. They had company; she couldn’t expect her to obey orders in front of strangers.

“Gee.” Prim suddenly said. “The workout today, it’s unbelievable. I feel so soggy, and sweaty.” She grabbed and tugged at the collar of her sweater as to fan her chest, all the while looking at Emily with a devious smile.

Emily just walked, her eyes darting nervously between Prim’s face and the road in front of her. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Prim said. “I can feel my socks clinging to my feet with sweat, I can’t wait to get out of these shoes.”

Emily closed her eyes momentarily, while she dreaded the fact that she was probably expected to give Prim a foot rub when they reach their dorm. This was just Prim’s way of reminding her, and having her fun taunting her while she did. Emily looked at her with a smile at seeing a possible way to reduce her future suffering. “Maybe I’ll fill a basin with some hot water, give your feet a quick bath, put some soup and salt…” She coated her suggestions like she was persuading Prim to accept a spa-level treatment. “Treat you real good.”

“OH.” Prim chuckled, then looked up, like she was thinking. “That sounds like a wonderful idea…” She nodded at Emily with a smile. “We can definitely do that…right after I’m done rubbing my feet on your face.”

Emily heard the words but couldn’t make sense of them, “What?”

“You heard me,” Prim said. “You think your little stunt back there will go unpunished.” She shook her head. “You’re gonna sleep with your face stinking with my foot sweat today.”

Emily was still hearing every word but couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “Fuck that. No fucking way.” She spat.

“Excuse me,” Prim said, with a serious tone.

“You’re not rubbing your feet anywhere near my face Prim,” She said with a stern voice that surprised her. “Especially while they’re that filthy. End of story.”

Prim didn’t respond, but just gave a small annoyed snicker then continue walking with her eyes forward, and her face in a cold, irritated frown.

After a couple more minutes, Emily managed to get a grasp of the situation. The only rule of their said relationship, was that she should obey every order. She’d refused one today, and that, apparently, granted her a punishment, which she was now refusing to take; she was sooo not playing by the rules.

“Alright, look.” She said, trying to smooth the air. “Pick something else…”

“No.” Prim spat, obviously wanting to say something for a while. “This is how this works. I tell you something, you do it, if you don’t, I’ll punish you, if you refuse to get punished I’ll punish you harder, and if you refuse that, this whole thing is off.”

“Yes but I mean…come on. Rubbing your sweaty feet on my—”

“Whatever I say goes Emily, it’s as simple as that.” She said. “If you’re not comfortable with that then—”

“No no no.” Emily whined. “I am, I’m comfortable, whatever you say,” she said.

“I don’t want to hear this crap every time I tell you to do something you don’t like, alright.”

“But, what if I really don’t like it.”

“You ask, beg, plead, you don’t say you’re not gonna do it and tell me it’s end of story.” She spoke. “Not everything in this is going to be enjoyable to you. You have to get that.”

Nothing in this had been enjoyable to me, Emily thought. This was already proving to take a lot more sucking-up than she had thought. The five minutes left until they’d reach their dorm were filled with dread. The humiliating, disgusting ordeal awaiting Emily at home kept taunting her, and she wished they’d never get there, but they did. They walked in, and Prim, still slightly irritated, made her way to her bed and sat at the edge, while Emily took her shoes at the door, her eyes already glued to Prim’s sneaker.

She took her shoes off then stood in front of Prim, who looked up at her expectedly. “Can I change my clothes.”

Prim smiled, seeming happy that Emily was asking her permission. “Sure, we don’t wanna get your go-out clothes all smelly now do we.” She nodded in front of her, “But do it here.” She pointed with the toe of her sneaker to the ground in front of her.

Emily looked at her taunting smile, then took a deep breath before she started removing her sweater. She got out of her sweater, then dropped her jeans to her ankles and stepped out of them. She stood in her place for a second, feeling her cheeks blush under Prim’s eyes looking up and down her body. She felt like she was being examined, but yet, she felt flattered. Her body was different from Prim’s, while Prim’s was fit and delicate, hers was chubby, but judging by the look in Prim’s eyes, Prim welcomed that difference.

She almost started walking to her closet to get her pajamas when Prim said, “Stop.”

She halted, and looked at her with lost eyes.

“Stay like this.”

“What?” She chuckled nervously. “I need to put something on.” Her arms instinctively tried to cover any small part of her exposed body that they could.

“Why?” Prim tilted her head at her. “We’re lovers now, it’s okay for you to stay like this.”

“I know…” she said. “It’s just, a bit weird, when I’m the only one without clothes.”

“Well, you’ll get used to it.” Prim said, as if that was the end of it, and it was. “Now kneel.” Her eyes pointed to the ground.

Knowing better than to argue, Emily obeyed, and sank to her knees. Prim didn’t waste anytime. She extended her leg, bringing her foot up so that the sole of her white sneaker was inches away from Emily’s face. Humiliation was a big part of it. She could’ve just let Emily lean down and take her shoes off, but she chose to stick her foot in Emily’s face. Emily felt a tingle run down her spine, as she felt smooth breezes of air pass over her exposed skin. She grabbed Prim’s ankle with one hand, and unlaced the laces with the other. After sometime struggling with them, she got the laces loose, and could already get a faint smell of the sweaty foot that was trapped inside the sneaker. She mustered her courage, and pulled, tugging it off Prim’s foot. She still held Prim’s foot by the ankle, and was now staring at the sole of her dirty sock. It had dark blue stains on the ball of her foot and the heel. She only got to look at it for a second before Prim pulled her foot aggressively to take a look at it, then chuckled. “Oh, would you look at that, it looks disgusting.” She looked down at Emily with a taunting smirk. “Should I make you suck the sweat stains out of them…”

Emily exhaled a breath, almost too aggressively, “Prim…” she noticed the change in Prim’s look. She was looking at her with an expectant stare, waiting to see if she’d learned her lesson, and she had. “Please no.”

That granted her a smile, as Prim put her foot on the ground. “Maybe some other time then…other one.” She extended the other foot, and Emily, her mind relieved, anxiously took the other sneaker off. “Come here.” Prim said resting her feet on the ground by her toes.

Confused, Emily crawled closer so that she was right in front of Prim. Prim bent and snatched one of her sneakers, and with the other hand, swiftly took hold of Emily’s head, grabbing her by her hair. Before she could understand what was going on, Emily felt her face being shoved into the opening of Prim’s sneaker. Surprised, she took a breath, and felt hot stink invade her nostrils. Her face felt hot from the heat that the inside of Prim’s shoe emitted. She tried to pull her head away, but Prim’s grasp was to tight and strong she barely managed to move an inch, while the shoe was shoved painfully to her face. She could probably wrestle herself free if she pushed with her hands, but she was too afraid to do so. She just let herself breath Prim’s foot sweat. Her eyes looked up, and saw Prim looking down at her intriguingly, with a tormenting smile on her face.

“Don’t be like that,” Prim gave her hair a forceful tug. “Take a deep sniff. That’s your lover’s scent you’re breathing.”

Unable to think about refusing, she mustered up her courage, and inhaled deeply, sucking in a long breath like Prim’s shoe was a bouquet of flowers. The stench was horrible she started coughing and her eyes teared up. She tried to push with her hands and squirm fighting for a fresh breath, which only made Prim laugh louder and push her face and the sneaker tighter together to a point where Emily’s nose was crushed painfully on the sole.

When her squirming got to a chaotic point, where someone would think she was fighting for her last breath, Prim released her hair, allowing her to trample to the ground and cough through a choked throat. The more she struggled with her coughing and catching her breath, the harder Prim’s laughs grew. Through watery eyes, she looked up at Prim who sat there and looked at her with inconsiderate eyes and a wide grin, like she was proud of herself. “Don’t worry,” Prim said carelessly. “You’ll get used to it.”

I don’t want to get used to it. Emily thought, as her breath finally got back to normal. Impatiently, as soon as Prim seemed to notice she was calm again, she raised her feet off the ground and pointed to the spot underneath them. “Down there. Come on.”

Emily looked at her with pleading eyes, “Please…no.”

“Come on, let’s go.” Prim laughed at her pleading. “Let me wipe my foot-sweat all over your silly face.”

She thought about if she should allow herself to be further degraded, before she realized she had nothing more to lose, in terms of dignity at least, she thought that whatever dignity she’d had, it vanished when she allowed Prim to literally use her head as a footstool. The only barrier now was how disgusting the act she was being asked to do was, and she could take it couldn’t she? She took a deep breath, sucking up all the clean air that she knew she’d soon need, then crawled towards Prim’s awaiting feet, and laid her face beneath them.

She saw the sweat-stained soles of Prim’s socks slowly descend closer towards her, before she closed her eyes and let it happen. The socks felt like a damp, warm cloth against her cheeks. The arches were resting on her cheeks, with her nose poking out from between them, the heels pushed against her forehead, and the toes wiggled on her lips, which she made sure to keep them sealed shut.

Prim just kept her feet still for some time, flexing and relaxing her arches on top of Emily’s face, before she raised one foot, took off its sock, then flung it away to the ground, before putting her sole back in its place. She raised the other one, and rested it against Emily’s left boob, and Emily yelped in response to the sudden thud on her chest. With one barefoot still sweaty against half of her face, Emily managed to look up with one eye, and saw Prim smiling down at her. The other foot, still socked, started rubbing roughly on her boob, and Emily tried not to think about the disappointment; she’d often thought, that if Prim would ever be playing with her breasts, it would be in their bed. She’d sqeez them in her hands and maybe suck on them a little bit, make Emily feel sexy by lusting over her curvy features. But no, she was squishing her boob with her foot, with her other sweaty foot squishing her face.

After a moment, she felt the socked foot creep under her bra and rest against her naked boob and twisting harder. She didn’t know if she should be excited or afraid, but the feeling gave her a slight tingle through her crotch. She was getting hot, horny, by whatever the fuck was this. Her breathing became heaver as a result, and a mini-moan escaped her mouth half of which was still covered by Prim’s sole.

“Ohhh.” Prim said in fake adoration. “Looks like somebody is embracing his new role.”

Prim’s smile and almost mocking sneer were difficult to see, so she closed her eye, as another moan escaped her reluctantly.

Prim snickered. “Don’t be shy…” she took her foot off for a second to give Emily a couple of strokes on her cheek. “Give that pussy of yours some rubbin.”

She shook her head. This wasn’t for her enjoyment. This was for Prim’s sake. She didn’t want this.

“Do it,” Prim gave her a light slap with her foot.

Not having enough resilience to refuse an order that would bring her pleasure, she let her hand slid down to her crotch, before she inserted a couple of fingers in.

Prim rested her foot on her face again. “You’re already my foot-rag, might as well get something out of it.” She snickered as she grabbed Emily’s nose between her toes. The stench was terrible, the words were degrading and the entire situation was more humiliating than ever, and her pleasure was rising, slightly, but still, considering she was feeling even a slight amount of sexual pleasure from this shocked her. “Foot-rag.” Prim snickered. “I like this. Hey,” she slapped her lightly. “Whenever I ask for a foot-rag, you’ll assume this position, got it foot-rag.”

“Hmm.” She couldn’t form words.

“Hmmm.” Prim mocked with a snicker.

She had no idea Prim could be so mean. And she had no idea that she’d find it the least bit pleasurable. Was that what Prim wanted, to get her to link pleasure to humiliation? She felt the foot give a last hard rub to her breast, before it left it and made it back to her face. Prim started wiping her soles all over her face, pushing them harshly and pulling on her facial features.

“You look funny down there.” Prim snickered, pushing her soles together, making Emily’s face get screwed up between them. She chuckled, resting her heel on Emily’s nose and crossing her feet at the ankles. The position didn’t take long to start hurting her, as the weight of Prim’s two feet applied too much pressure for her nose bridge to handle.

“Prim…” She whined. “This hurts.”

“Deal with it.” Prim said carelessly. “Hey…I just noticed.” Prim looked at the picture hanging on the wall besides their dorm door. “How come you only have one painting of me.”

“What…” Emily grimaced against the pain.

“How come…” she raised her feet then pushed Emily’s face to the side so that it looked at the wall. “You only have one painting of me.” She rested her crossed feet on Emily’s temple.

“Once I thought you threw the one I painted in the trash…” Emily said. “I hardly had any intention of panting another.”

“Well, since we established how stupid you were for thinking that…”

Emily felt the socked foot and the sweaty sole rest flat on the side of her face again.

“You’re gonna keep painting now, aren’t you.”

“I mean…I guess.” She said. She didn’t know if she wanted to paint more. Hell, after getting a clear picture of how the relationship with Prim was going to be like, she wasn’t entirely sure she even wanted to stay in it. She had no idea how long she could keep enduring all of this.

“You guess!” Prim said like she didn’t believe what she had heard.

Emily winced when the two soles on her cheek started grinding, pushing her other cheek painfully to the carpet.

“Is that what I heard,” Prim said threateningly, and pushed harder.

“Alright alright.” Emily whined and took grab of Prim’s ankles, trying and failing to ease some of the pressure off her skull and cheeks. “Prim please…” She felt the pressure ease off a bit. “I’ll paint more.”

Prim gave her a little pat on the cheek with her sole. “That’s my girl. Make sure I look pretty too.”

“Yes Prim…” she said, sounding thankful. “I will.”

Prim got silent, and remained so for a long while. Emily just sat there, one cheek resting against the carpet, the other being a footstool for the love of her life. With her looking to the side, she was forced to stare at her painting. She stared into those green eyes, doing her best to remember how she felt while she was painting them. She had once thought she knew the girl she was painting, but she didn’t. She didn’t even know herself. Prim was using her as a footstool, treating her like dirt, but she was letting it happen. Why the hell was she going along with this? Her face stinking of feet, her body spread on the floor half naked. Did Prim deserve all of this?

After what couldn’t be shorter than half an hour, the soles suddenly left her face, her skin parting from them like a sticker getting parted. She immediately heard a chuckle from above.

“What..” She said.

“Nothing,” Prim suppressed her chuckle. “You have the pattern of my sock printed on your face that’s all.”

Great. Just great.

“Come up her for a second.” Prim said.

With a heave, Emily pulled herself up, then turned on her knees to face Prim. She was surprised, but she managed to look her in the eyes, facing her tormenting stare.

“You did good today.” Prim smiled, warmly.

What must this relationship be like, if the only praise she’d heard from Prim’s mouth since this morning, was a compliment on her being a good footstool.

“You did really good.” Prim nodded. “To be honest I thought you’d have quitted this whole thing by now.”

In a sick, very weird way, Emily felt good beyond belief at hearing that. The simple acknowledgment from Prim that she’d done a good job, that she’d sucked it up, and that she was doing so just for her, made the headache in her trampled head and her dying dignity hurt a bit less.

“Keep this up,” Prim’s palm caressed on her cheek lightly, giving her some of the kindness she was begging for. “And maybe you’ll get a reward by the end of the week.”

“The end of the week?” Emily’s face screwed up in disappointment.

“Don’t get greedy now.” Prim smiled, patting Emily’s cheek playfully. “Good girls get rewarded…eventually. So what are you gonna do?”

Emily looked down, trying to fight through her shame. “Be a good girl,” she mumbled.

—————————————

The week preceded. Emily did her best to abide the rules. Sometimes it was easy. Prim proved to be a more spoiled brat than Emily had thought her once, but none of her little orders proved to be too challenging. With her already doing all the chores around the house, the domesticity wasn’t really a problem. But the usual personal request’s every now and then took some time for her to get used to. Every now and then, whether she was just scrolling on her phone or studying for the upcoming exams, Prim would order her to do something, like go prepare her some coffee, fetch and put her shoes on so that she could go for a run, or take her shoe’s off and give her a massage.

The first time Prim told her to go fix her a sandwich, Emily was deep in her study, so she turned toward her with an annoyed sigh and said, “Come on…I’m studying here.”

For that, Prim raised an eyebrow at her, then said, “You wanna get the shoe.”

And given that this threat either meant that Prim would make her smell her sweaty sneaker again or clobber her with it, Emily nodded obediently then got to her feet to do what she was told. Prim made her sit on her hands and knees in front of her bed and used her back as a footrest for half an hour as punishment for her hesitation. Her feet were clean at least, and they weren’t on her face.

Aside of attending to Prim’s personal needs and the chores around the house, Emily had little time for her studying, and the rest she gave it to Prim’s new painting. Given that Prim told her to piss off when she asked her to pose to be painted, she decided to paint from one of Prim’s pictures on her phone. She tried to incorporate the task into her studies. Like if she had a technique she needed to practice, she just practiced it while painting Prim, which saved her a bit of time.

The following couple of hang-outs at the bar proved to be a bit embarrassing. Making sure not to give Prim another reason to use her as a foot-rag, Emily just let her boss her ass around. The first couple of times she received some weird looks from Yara and Alex, but they got used to it eventually, as did she. It was a nice note however that they weren’t mean about it. They didn’t make fun of her or try to order her around themselves. They thought that this was how her and Prim’s relationship was like. Occasionally Alex would cough out ‘Whipped.’ When Emily would scurry away to obey an order, but nothing more.

That day, like every day, they said their goodbyes to Yara and Alex then went home. Prim, maybe having had a little too much to drink that day, threw herself on her bed, arms spreading on the mattress and her legs dangling over the foot of her bed. Emily was more than seasoned by this point. She knew what was expected of her. She knelt at the foot of Prim’s bed and started unlacing her sneakers. She took them off, shaking her hand in front of her face to shake some of the soggy smell off, then took Prim’s socks off and shoved them inside, before taking the sneakers to the door, all the while Prim laid silently there like a lump.

“You want a message.” Emily said, hoping Prim would pass, as she was tired herself. They’d spent more time outside than they normally did, and it was approaching 10 O’clock.

To her disappointment, Prim nodded silently. She can barely feel her feet from how much she’d drank, but yeah, she could still use a damn foot rub, Emily scowled while she made her way to Prim’s feet then knelt in front of them. She grabbed the first sweaty foot in her hand and started kneading her thumps into the soggy sole.

She was pretty much an expert by now on how Prim wanted her to do this. There wasn’t that much improvement she could make in terms of her rubbing, but Prim often asked her to lay a kiss or two every while, so lately she started doing that herself, without being ordered to. Every minute or two, she brought Prim’s foot up and laid a long kiss on its top, or on the toes, or a warm one on her sole, making sure to hold her breath during everyone, then wipe the sweat from her lips with her palm.

After a short while, while she was laying a kiss on Prim’s toe, Prim raised her other foot from her lap and laid it on her shoulder with a thud. Using her as a footstool was just a normal move for them by now, Prim didn’t think about it twice, but it didn’t feel one bit least humiliating.

Minutes flew by. Emily looked randomly at the clock on the wall, and realized she’d been rubbing for almost half an hour with Prim’s foot on her shoulder, which now ached with a sharp pain.

Emily kept rubbing silently, annoyed that Prim didn’t give her the least bit of attention while she worked. She was so absent and silent and still, she might as well be asleep. Wait a fuckig minute—

“Prime,” she said softly, to make sure if she was awake.

“Yes,” Prim said coldly.

“…oh…” She mumbled. “Nothing I was just checking if you’re awake.”

That granted her a chuckle, before Prim snickered. “What would you have done if I wasn’t.” Her toe touched lightly against Emily’s ear as she talked.

She thought about saying the obvious truth, that she’d put Prim’s lazy feet to the ground, throw a blanket over her then go to bed, but after spending some time…basically being Prim’s bitch, she had a hunch about the answer Prim would want to hear.

She brought Prim’s foot up and laid a kiss on the top of her foot. “I would keep rubbing till you wake up.”

Prim gave a cackling laugh causing Emily to smile shyly, before she propped herself on her elbows and looked at her. “Is that right?” She teased, wiping her sole swiftly on Emily’s face, staining it with her sweat. “You would stay rubbing, while I’m asleep, till morning then? Just because I didn’t tell you to stop.”

Emily nodded with a shy smile, going forward with the silly conversation.

Prim looked at her with a dull face for a while, before she shrugged and rolled her eyes. “Very well then, I think I’m gonna sleep. I wanna see you still on your knees rubbing my feet when I wake up.”

Emily’s smile slowly despaired as she didn’t hear a laugh or a snicker, and realized Prim might be serious. She couldn’t be serious. “You’re not serious, you’re kidding right?”

“Of course not.” Prim snickered, obviously amused by the worried look on Emily’s face. “You wanna kiss my ass you better go all the way.”

“Well yeah…but, I mean…my knees are already hurting,” she said with a fear filled tone. “and my arms are already tired…”

Prim shrugged, as if to say it wasn’t her problem.

Not knowing what else to do, Emily started pleading, she picked up Prim’s foot and laid a peck after the other on her sole. “Come on…please,” she said between kisses. “Please.” Seeing Prim react with an amused smirk, she kissed harder, and gave her the best puppy-eye pleading look she could muster and begged, making her whining sound as pathetic and weak as she could. “Please Prim…” She laid a final kiss on her toe.

“You want me to spare you?” Prim wiggled her head, her smile still wide and taunting.

“Yesyesyes,” she nodded animatedly and kept laying kisses.

“What would you do for me in return.” Prim’s toes grabbed her ear and pulled. “Sway me.”

“Anything…Anything you want.”

“Hemmm.” Prim pursed her lips. “Am about to go to sleep anyway, so…I need something entertaining.”

“Anything.”

“Tell you what.” Prim said, pulling her foot from under Emily’s lips and taking a look at it, before giving it back to her. “Give each of my soles a quick lick and we’ll call it a day.”

“…A lick.” Emily whispered. “What do you—”

“A lick yes.”

“As in, with my tongue.” She gagged at the idea.

“You know another kind dummy?” she gave her face a light foot-slap. “Stretch your tongue out, and pass it from my heel to my toes, both soles, then you can go to your sweet sweet bed.”

“Prim…” Emily whined. She coudln’t even imagine. She’d barley gotten used to having Prim’s sweaty soles in her hand and near her face, let along the horrible ordeal of when she used her as her foot-rag. But getting her tongue anywhere near them, that was beyond disgusting. “Please, anything else.” She tried to plant a kiss on Prim’s sole but Prim pushed her face away with her toes.

“You begged to be spared from a long night because you’re tired, This is your way out right here, are you refusing it now?”

“No…I’m just asking you please to—”

“You’re not arguing, are you?” Prim cocked her head threateningly. “You sure it’s wise to piss me off while I’m all tired and sleepy…and drunk.”

Emily got silent under Prim’s aggressive stare. Her eyes moved anxiously between the challenging green eyes gazing at her, and the soles in front of her face. They still looked sweaty. She could visibly see the sweat that was supposed to end up on her tongue.

Her reward, was due tomorrow. She swallowed as she tried to prepare herself for the lick. There was no way in hell she’d give Prim an excuse to break her promise. She wasn’t going to fuck this up now. But she still hesitated, couldn’t bring her mouth to open.

“Alright.” Prim said impatiently with a raised eyebrow. “If I don’t feel your tongue on my sole in the next five seconds, I’ll make you tongue-clean my armpits before you go to bed.”

Needing no more motivation, she opened her mouth, stretched her tongue as far as it could go, and passed it, starting from Prim’s rough heel, passing it along the arch, and finally reached Prim’s toes. She got it back into her mouth, and that was when the taste hit her. Sweat; she had literally licked sweat off a foot. She felt it swim around her mouth. She gagged at the taste while she heard Prim give cackling laughter above her. “Gee, this is priceless.”

She coughed as she looked up at Prim with tearing eyes. And as if Prim knew her intention, she snickered. “Don’t even think about spitting,” She barely managed to continue her line as she couldn’t control her laughter. “Come on lick the other sole.”

The sooner she’d end with this the better. She grabbed Prim’s other ankle forcefully and brought it up to her lips. She got her tongue out, and passed it from Prim’s heal to her toe. She let the foot fall to the ground as she fought another gag. All the while Prim’s laughter rocking in her ears.

“That’s my girl.” Prim said as she leaned forward and rubbed her feet all over her face. “My foot-rag…” She slapped her cheek with her sole. “My foot licker.” She slapped her other cheek. “My bitch.” With a final thud, Prim extended her foot harshly, pushing Emily’s face away and making her tumble on her back. “You love being my foot licker don’t you…”

Emily didn’t answer. There was never a better time to use that mouthwash of hers. She needed it now. She barley started to walk to the bathroom when Prim snapped at her. “Where do you think you’re going.”

“The bathroom.” She said as fast as she could then stretched her tongue out again. “I need to wash up.”

“You wanna wash up my sweat, you know how rude you’re being to me right now.”

“Prim…please,” she whined with irritation. “I did what you wanted, give me a break.”

Prim’s face quickly showed an ugly drunken scowl. “Keep talking like that and I’ll give you a beating. Get in your bed and sleep. Don’t even drink water, keep the taste of my feet in your mouth till morning.”

Emily froze on her spot. She didn’t know what to do. She was afraid and disgusted. Seeing Prim there, with an ugly scowl on her face, slightly drunk, she felt like she saw an even crueler side to her, a side she was as terrified of as much as she hated. She tried to plead one last time, “Prim—”

“One more word and I’ll make you sleep with my sneaker tied to your face.” Prim warned.

Wanting nothing more than to get this over with, she walked to her bed with her shoulders slouched, and got under the covers, not caring to change her clothes.

She did her best to keep her composer, while she saw Prim throw her back on her bed again and close her eyes, without going under her covers and without changing her clothes.

The taste in her mouth didn’t get any lighter. A sharp, salty taste staid imprinted on her tongue as she wiped some of the foot-sweat off her face with her palms. She closed her eyes and just tried to get herself to sleep, hoping that she hadn’t somehow lost her right for her reward tomorrow. Whatever decisions she’d have to make, there was no point in thinking about them now. She wondered what that reward might be, then thought, anything above Prim’s stinking feet would be considered a reward for her now. The par had never been that low. She drifted to sleep.

She woke up the next day. The first thing she did was get up, determined to go to the bathroom and give her mouth a long-needed wash. Unsurprisingly, Prim was still snoozing in her bed. Emily made it to the bathroom, grabbed her mouthwash, and took a large gulp. While she swished it around in her mouth, she gave her face some splashes of water, making sure to get all dried grim and dirt off her face. She knew her face will get stinky again someday soon, probably her mouth too, so she might as well keep a fresh face while she could. She finished up in the bathroom and got back to their room. She sat in her bed, and looked silently at Prim, as she laid sleeping. Even with her face all dull and her body lying there like a lump with her hair messy, she looked beautiful.

Emily sat on her bed Indian style and just stared at her. She thought about the power she was letting Prim exercise over her. Letting? She smiled. Like she had a choice. Ever since Prim had walked into her life, she’d been another person. She wasn’t weak, she wouldn’t tolerate any of this if it weren’t for the lump snoring in her ear right now. She could toy with the idea of running out of her clutch all she wanted. There was no denying the fact that she would choose being humiliated and degraded under a woman’s thumb as long as that thumb was Prim’s, over any kind of normal, romantic relationship.

Remembering that they didn’t have lectures today, and not knowing when Prim would wake up, Emily chose to make use of this time by working on the painting.

She got up and made herself a cup of coffee, then sat back in her bed, laying the canvas in her lap and the colors next to her on the mattress, then started painting, using Prim’s photo on her phone as reference.

She didn’t know how much time she’d spent, as she usually lost sense of time while she painted, especially if what she was painting was Prim. She lost herself in every curve on her body, every detail of her eyes and mouth. Before long, she heard the sound of Prim moving. As she saw her slowly stretch herself conscience, she didn’t know whether to be excited or scared. Probably both.

Prim stretched her arms and legs, still locking up the ceiling, before she turned to her side and faced Emily. A lazy smile curled up her lips as she said, “Good morning.”

Emily looked at her with worried eyes, replaying all the events of the day before, then smiled reluctantly and nodded. “Good morning.”

“What time is it?”

It’s reward time bitch. She thought as she looked at her clock on her phone then said, “9:30.”

“Gee,” Prim pulled herself up to sit at the edge of her bed. “I must’ve slept for like…twelve hours or something.”

“Humm.” Emily nodded. “You want coffee?”

“Yeah why not, no lectures today right.”

“No.” Emily got to her feet and went to the kitchen. She made a cup of coffee then walked back, giving it to Prim. She sat on her bed again while Prim drank, exchanging a brief look and a smile every now and then. She almost picked up her canvas again to get back to her painting when Prim said, “So don’t you want your reward.”

“…Wh—” Emily said, confused. “Now.”

“Yeah why not,” Prim shrugged, taking the rim of the cup off her lips for a second before she pointed to the floor. “On your knees.”

Emily’s face moved from confused to dull disappointment. “I have to be on my knees for this too.”

Prim snickered. “Pretty much.” She patted the ground with her feet.

Emily sighed, but still had hope that this would be something she’d enjoy. She put the canvas and the colors away then got to her knees, crawling the few steps between her and Prim. She laid there and looked up at Prim who was still sipping on her coffee and staring out the window. Prim then raised both feet to Emily’s face, and Emily stared at them, wanting to scream. “Hell fucking no…this is supposed to be a rewa—”

“Shut up and relax will you,” Prim snickered tiredly. “Pull my pants, help me take them off.”

She exhaled a breath of relief as she grabbed the leg of Prim’s sport leggings and started pulling. Prim raised her ass of the bed for a second allowing Emily to pull them all the way off.

Emily looked at her expectedly, loving where this was going. She looked at Prim, in only her sweatshirt and her sexy black panties, behind which was the best reward she could ever dream of.

“You want me to take them off,” Prim said looking down at her. “or can you just…work around them?”

“…Work around them?” Emily said, looking for any kind of confirmation for her suspicions. “You want me…to…”

“Come on, don’t be shy.” Prim snickered. “Get closer.” She raised her ass slightly again, and with one free hand, slid a finger through the side of her panties, and started dragging them down, before letting them fall to her ankles.

Emily froze in her place, as her eyes widened at the sight in front of her. She had lost count of how many ways she’d tried to imagine how Prim’s pussy would look like, but she doubted any of her images would look better than this. It was pink, shaved just like she liked it, and tight. She got closer, slowly, crawling until her face was inches away from it, and she could smell it. To her disappointment, it smelled nothing special, just sweat, given that Prim hadn’t had a shower since her gym session last night. But that didn’t matter, Prim’s pussy was Prim’s pussy. Her tongue passed instinctively on her lips as she breathed against it.

“What are you waiting for me to piss on you, get kissing.”

She didn’t need to be tolled twice, and planted the first kiss right on the middle of Prim’s crotch, right between the lips. Wanting to prolong and savor the moment, she started laying little pecks on the inside of Prim’s thighs, one warm kiss after the other along her smooth skin, before getting back to the jewel in the middle. She couldn’t help herself but get a bit more aggressive, as she shoved her face in, and her kisses started getting sloppier. She let her tongue escape her mouth and she started licking. The salty taste did make the experience less pleasurable, but at least she wasn’t suffering to lick some foot-sweat, she was licking the most precious part on Prim’s body.

Her hand inserted itself into her own pants, down her panties, and she started fingering her already wet pussy. She did as good as a job as she could, and thought that she was doing pretty good, that Prim would be going crazy now, before she realized that she’d heard nothing since she’d started. She took a random look up, and didn’t know what to make of what she saw. Prim was staring out of the damn window, like there wasn’t a fucking bitch down on the ground between her legs licking her to an orgasm. She tried to calm herself, but when Prim, very casually, brought the cup of coffee to her lips and took a relaxed sip, she couldn’t take it anymore. She stopped licking for a second, then opened her mouth and gave Prim’s cunt a light, but stinging bite.

“OCH.” Prim startled back with a girly yelp, before slapping Emily on the back of the head. “CUNT.”

“I’m sorry did I bother you.” Emily said with fake innocence.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m here fucking giving you head and it’s like I’m not even here.” Emily said, making sure to show some conviction in her tone.

Prim only pursed her lips at her, like she had something to say but didn’t want to get it out.

“What…” Emily said. “Aren’t you enjoying this.”

“Come on…” Prim shook her head. “You should know me by now, this is your reward not mine. This isn’t exactly my cup of tea.”

“You’re unbelievable you know that.” Emily couldn’t stop her annoyance from getting to her tone. “Does everything have to be fucking humiliating for me…I mean I’m on my fucking knees licking you to an orgasm…am I not in an enough inferior position.”

“Emily…” Prim said. “Don’t make a big deal out of nothing. I enjoy what I enjoy, you just make sure to get the best out of this, cause it’s not an everyday thing, so make the best of it while it lasts.”

Emily looked up at Prim’s awaiting eyes. She’d been doing whatever the fuck Prim wanted for more than a week now, and finally she could do something that she loved. Prim loving it or not shouldn’t be a problem, but it was. Valuing the opportunity in front of her, she leaned her head closer and started licking again, and her fingers got rubbing.

After a couple of minutes, she started hearing light moans from above. Without stopping her tongue, she took a look up, Prim was still looking out the window, sipping on her coffee, giving light low moans probably just to make her satisfied. She kept at it, trying to enjoy it as much as she could, until she felt Prim’s pussy lips get slightly wet, and hers followed suit shortly afterward.

She stopped once she was a bit satisfied, but nowhere close to how much she had thought she would. She got away slowly from Prim then got up. Prim gave her a confused look. “You done?”

She only nodded while she sat back on her bed. “By the way,” she said. “You suck at being a lesbian.” She gave a chuckle that Prim shared with her.

“Come on…” Prim snickered, her face seeming guilty.

“I mean what kind of a lesbo doesn’t enjoy getting her pussy licked.” She tried to make it out as it was nothing but she was really baffled and annoyed.

Prim pursed her lips and looked at her with narrowed eyes. “Oh I enjoy it, of course I enjoy it…” she shook her head. “Just not this way.”

Not knowing how to feel about that, she went for the go-to feeling whenever Prim started talking all mysterious: worry. Prim must’ve noticed the worried look on her face, because she made her way to her slowly, her vagina still on display still looking beautiful, her face wearing a comforting warm smile, she caressed her slightly wet face with her palm then said, “I just gave you your reward, tonight I’ll take mine.”

Leaving her confused and afraid, Prim patted her on the cheek playfully, before she walked to the bathroom, rocking her hips teasingly. Emily’s face was glued to Prim’s ass as she—probably intentionally—swung her ass cheek left and right seductively, before she closed the bathroom’s door with her heel whiteout looking back.

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While the taunting hours flew by, Emily barley left her bed, and spent most of them with her canvas in her lap. Prim kept to her table studying, exchanging a glance with Emily every couple of minutes, giving her one of her teasing smiles.

Prim got up hours later to go for a walk, and Emily passed on going with her, wanting to keep working on her painting. When Prim returned an hour later, Emily was putting the final touches. Prim’s smile told her she was about to take her reward as she’d put it, so she decided to show her the work now.

She got to her feet while Prim sat on her bed, she was wearing a pair of black jeans and black sneakers. Emily stood in front of her then flipped the canvas, her face waiting for a reaction.

At first Prim just looked confused, then she started laughing. Emily expected as such. She had used as a reference a simple picture of her setting in a chair in the highschool’s cafeteria while she was looking away, but she had made some changes. She drew her legs so that they were crossed, replaced the sneakers on her feet with black high heels, and made her green eyes look straight forward, giving her the challenging, formidable look she’d grown to know. She replaced the metal chair with a comfier one, and got rid of the background, replacing it with a gradient of red and blue. And over Prim’s head, she wrote “Cause I’m the boss that’s why?” that was probably what got Prim laughing.

Emily stood there shyly, as Prim took control over her composer then looked at her with a mixture of pride and praise. “You like it?” She asked weakly.

“I love it.” Prim said not trying to hide her enthusiasm. “Love the slogan too.” She teased.

“It suits you,” Emily looked at the ground, glad that her intent was clear, that she accepted the relationship the way that Prim wanted it.

Prim looked at the other painting which still hang on the wall beside the door. “Take that one off and put that one instead, we’ll find another place for it later.”

Emily nodded then did what she said, resting the old paining momentarily on the floor. Knowing what was in store for her, she made her way to Prim then knelt in front of her. Prim only smirked, then extended her first foot, allowing Emily to take her first sneaker off, then the second. Emily gave each white-socked-foot a light kiss on the damp sole before Prim drew her soles away and planted them on the ground. She unbuttoned her jeans, then extended her leg again, so that the ankle was right below Emily’s chin.

“Take’em off.” She said.

When Emily nodded and raised her hand to start pulling, Prim nudged her head with her toes lightly and said, “With your teeth, put me in the mood.”

She nodded again, then bit the hem of Prim’s jeans, and started tugging and pulling. She switched between the two legs, pulling on each one for a while before returning to the other, until the jeans slid all the way off Prim’s legs. Without a word, Prim raised her bum off the bed, and Emily got the message. With her mouth watering, she crawled closer, until her mouth found it’s place at the waistband. She bit and pulled down, seeing Prim’s pussy slowly revealing itself in front of her. She pulled them all the way down to Prim’s ankles, and waited for Prim to raise her feet off the ground or step out of them herself. She did a couple of seconds later, and kicked her panties away. Before Emily could raise her head, she felt a forceful grip get hold of her hair. She winced in pain. “Prim—”

“Shut up.” Prim said as she pulled her up forcefully.

Emily struggled to keep up, as her head was forced up with Prim’s grip hurting her scalp. Prim stood and pulled Emily to her feet, before she threw her on the bed. Emily looked up and rubbed her hands over her aching scalp. Prim didn’t give her time to recompose, but just sat on top of her chest, then quickly let her crotch slip so that it sat right on her throat. Emily felt her chin touch Prim’s already moist lips. Prim gave her one final smirk, with her lust showing in her eyes, before she rose her waist, then let her crotch fall freely, covering Emily’s mouth and the tip of her nose.

“Lick me bitch.” Prim took hold of Emily’s hair again, and pulled, shoving Emily’s face deeper into her pussy. “Tongue my cunt.”

She tried to say something but it was muffled, as her face was painfully shoved deep, so she just opened her mouth and got her tongue out. The grip on her hair made her feel like Prim was goanna rip a chunk out of it, and it hurt like hell. She moaned through the pain and just kept working her tongue against Prim’s moistening pussy.

Prim’s thighs suddenly closed tight around her head. With her mouth licking at Prim’s quickly dampening crotch and her nose being shoved deep inside it, breathing became challenging, especial with Prim’s thighs squishing her face.

In the middle of her struggles, Prim smiled down at her, and said between moans, “you look absolutely stupid you know that.”

She must’ve looked stupid. She tried easing some of the pressure off by tabbing at Prim’s thighs, but Prim reacted by flicking her on the head then slamming her hands to the bed.

“Wait…I need to take a picture of this.” Prim said, snatching her phone that was lying on the mattress. She adjusted it so that it was close to Emily’s face. “Say chess bitch.”

“Chaidoads” She muffled against Prim’s crotch, which granted her a cackling laugh from Prim before she flipped the phone to show her the picture.

She wanted to cry in shame at the sight. Her face looked red like a tomato, her scared eyes red and teary and squinting as they looked pathetically straight into the camera, and the rest of her face was hidden, covered by Prim’s crotch and thighs. “You look pathetic.” Prim spat. “Rub yourself cunt. Go ahead masturbate.”

Emily immediately got her hands to her pussy and started rubbing, to find her crotch surprisingly wet.

Prim’s moans got louder as she started humping Emily’s face roughly, rubbing her crotch up and down. “That’s it bitch. That’s how you give me head.” She mocked and taunted, all the while tightening her grip on Emily’s hair and pulling harder. Emily couldn’t help but feel like she was behind some shady ally, giving some guy a blow-job for a dollar. She felt like a slut, and only rubbed her self-harder to get something out of it.

After what felt like an hour but was probably minutes, Emily face got flushed with Prim’s juices, some entering her mouth, some covering her face, while Prim’s rhythm slowed as she screamed in pleasure. “Eat my pussy you worthless cunt.” She shoved her face deeper one last time, before she let got of her hair, and her thighs relaxed. Emily wasn’t close to cumming though, but she was holding her tears in with a miracle.

Prim opened her eyes, with a smile on her face. She eased her crotch off Emily’s face and looked down at her. “You came yet?”

Fearing that any word would result in her crying, she just shook her head no.

Prim nodded, then sat on her bed beside her, before she laid with her upper body besides Emily’s ass, and her socked feet near Emily’s head. Emily felt her pants being pulled down, then her panties until they were at her knees, before Prim’s socked feet landed heavily on her face. “Make out with my feet bitch.”

She did, she grabbed Prim’s feet with both palms and pulled the socks off with her teeth, before she started laying sloppy kisses. At the same time, Prim’s fingers started fingering her pussy mercilessly. As she gradually got closer to an orgasm, her kissing got heavier and sloppier until she started basically making out with the soles of Prim’s feet. She wrapped her lips around her toes and sucked, getting that salty taste back in her mouth. Every couple of seconds she stretched her tongue out and licked the soles, making Prim giggle while she rubbed her harder.

After a while of making out with Prim’s feet and getting her pussy fingered, a sudden wave of pleasure ran through her, as she felt herself explode with Prim’s fingers still deep in her pussy. She squirmed on the bed and grabbed the mattress for support, before her body gradually calmed down, and she laid there looking up at the ceiling for a second. She closed her eyes.

“Shit that’s nasty.” She heard Prim say, then felt her wiping her wet fingers on her hair while she giggled. “How was that. Was that good bitch?”

Emily gave the weakest node she knew, not caring to put more effort into her lie. She felt terrible. To her bafflement, the next thing she felt was a strong splash that hit her forehead then started moving down her eye socket. She opened her eyes to see Prim’s face right above her, and realized that she’d just spat on her face. Prim only gave a sly smirk, before resting her soles against Emily’s stomach and pushing, shoving Emily off the bed and into the ground, like a disposable piece of filth.

Between snickers, Prim threw her socks on Emily’s face and said, “Shove those on the hamper when you get up, slut.” With that, she gave a final spit that landed somewhere on Emily’s body.

While she heard Prim get under her covers to sleep, Emily couldn’t move a muscle. She just laid there still holding her tears, with her pajama pants and her panties around her calves, her bare ass resting against the carpet. She felt like the cheapest whore in campus. A quick fuck for a dollar.

She removed the socks from her face, stood up slowly, pulled her pants and panties up, went to the bathroom to wash Prim’s pussy juices off her face and wash her mouth out of foot sweat, got out of the bathroom, packed her clothes silently, took her painting from the floor, leaving the new one hanging on the wall, then got out, closing the door behind her without making a sound. She was gonna get a taxi to the train station, then to her parents’ house, then come back here when and only when her request to change rooms would be accepted.