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I've always despised my new 'stepmother'. She was barely older than me and it was so obvious she wasn't interested in my father for anything but his money.

But no one else seemed to notice or care. Even my brother seemed fine with it. I assume because he had the hots for her himself.

But I saw the truth and I wasn't shy telling her and everyone what I was thinking of them getting married.

She on the other hand never said anything. She just smiled at me with this worrying smile telling me she knew I couldn't do a thing to stop their marriage from happening. Or at least I thought that was the meaning behind it...

A few weeks after the wedding I woke up and felt strange. I couldn't move, I couldn't talk and my whole body felt like it was split in two!

Then I saw my 'stepmother' smiling down at me:

My, my, look at you. You know what? You were right about me the whole time. But there's jackshit you can do. See, to get full access to your father's inheritance I needed you and your brother out of the picture first.

He was a sweet boy, so I did go easy on him. He's now a cute strappy pair of sandals. But you? You were always such a pain in the ass! So I've changed you into a closed and very very warm pair of boots. I want you to bask in my footsweat, soak it up and savour every last drop of it forever, while I will spend all the money that could've been yours.

You never really saw me as your stepmother and that's okay. But from now on I want you to think of me much more as your owner, because, well I am!

I'm gonna love wearing the shit out of you! Welcome to slavery, footbreath!

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Words:

I've always despised my new 'stepmother'. She was barely older than me and it was so obvious she wasn't interested in my father for anything but his money.

But no one else seemed to notice or care. Even my brother seemed fine with it. I assume because he had the hots for her himself.

But I saw the truth and I wasn't shy telling her and everyone what I was thinking of them getting married.

She on the other hand never said anything. She just smiled at me with this worrying smile telling me she knew I couldn't do a thing to stop their marriage from happening. Or at least I thought that was the meaning behind it...

A few weeks after the wedding I woke up and felt strange. I couldn't move, I couldn't talk and my whole body felt like it was split in two!

Then I saw my 'stepmother' smiling down at me:

My, my, look at you. You know what? You were right about me the whole time. But there's jackshit you can do. See, to get full access to your father's inheritance I needed you and your brother out of the picture first.

He was a sweet boy, so I did go easy on him. He's now a cute strappy pair of sandals. But you? You were always such a pain in the ass! So I've changed you into a closed and very very warm pair of boots. I want you to bask in my footsweat, soak it up and savour every last drop of it forever, while I will spend all the money that could've been yours.

You never really saw me as your stepmother and that's okay. But from now on I want you to think of me much more as your owner, because, well I am!

I'm gonna love wearing the shit out of you! Welcome to slavery, footbreath!