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(Cruel GTS Caption)

Caption: There you stood before your Giantess Owner Lisa. Staring up at her perfect feet as she sat comfortably with her legs crossed, sitting in one of her many thrones. You look up, shrunken down to half an inch tall. For your title as shoeslave.

Mistress began to speak. "Slave. You know why you are here. Correct."

I fell to my hands and knees shivering in fear. Hoping she can forgive me I began to plead.

"Please Mistress.. forgive me for ruining your flip flops. It is my fault and I know I should be punished for it. I will never do it again!"

I looked up in watery eyes, I couldn't even see her face. Almost as if she could care less about seeing me in my puny pleading state. Or.. perhaps maybe I am just un worthy of seeing her due to my failure...

Mistress continued. "Trust me, you won't do it again. What you've done today is unforgivable. Staining the insole of my favorite flip flops! You are truly a disgrace as a slave."

I began to cry more. The shoes mistress is referring to are her cheap house flip flops, purely made out of cheap rubber and cheap material. She purchased them for a couple of bucks at a dollar store a few months back when visiting the beach.

Even though they are nothing compared to mistress's expensive sneakers, flats, or heels. Her flip flops are still considered her shoes......I still had to worship and clean them after each and every wear. After she decided to use them as house sandals, My job of cleaning them became a constant routine. But this morning as she carelessly tossed them into her shoe closet, a place where I spend most of my time. I was just finishing up licking 3 pairs of shoes. My tongue was tired out and dry.

I watched as mistress walked away without saying a word to me. I then made my way ontop of her left flip flop. It was indeed dirty, I haven't cleaned these shoes in a few days due to her keeping them next to her bed or in the back porch.
The soles were worn, the corners of white rubber were peeling and her sweaty toe prints were forever plastered onto the material.

I began my work. I made my way underneath the rubbery white toe strap. I stuck out my sore tongue and began to lap at her toe prints. Trying my best to fade them out to the best of my ability. It tasted salty and filthy. I looked around my surroundings and noticed small stuck pieces of gunk also plastered onto the material. Which is likely the mix of sweat and dead skin due to constantly being worn. I then decided to remove the gunk and lick away at it. It was mushy and salty as usual. But I noticed a red smudge on where I licked. I realized my tongue was bleeding....caused from the extreme amount of shoes I cleaned today. I tried to lick up my own blood but only made it worse..... due to the indents and cracks. The blood would not disappear.

Mistress was not happy about this.

I snapped out of my memory of failure as mistress on her throne spoke again.

"I am going to get rid of you slave. I will replace you with a better slave that treats its owners shoes with respect."

My heart shattered. I've been her loyal slave for a long time.. I've treated everything of hers as holy items of worship.... this is how it ends. Over a pair of cheap garbage flip flops.. Flip flops that she uses for visits to the pool, walking around the house, walking the dog, gardening, quick trips to the store and back. Not to mention she treated these shoes with zero care. She kicks them around, leaves them outside the house all night in the cold only for me to clean in the morning.

I started to feel sick.. my arms felt wobbly and I began to tear up even more.

Her thundering voice boomed again.
"Choose a foot. Left or right slave.....
Choose or I will choose for you!"

I knew what she meant. It is over. I stayed silent.

I stared at the floor when I saw the giant shadow loom over me. The shadow of her left foot. I took one last look up at my mistress. Hoping to see her face one last time. To no avail. Her foot came crushing down upon me. My vision and mind went blank.

The mistress twisted her foot left and right smearing as if it was a cigarette.

"Ewww. You better not have stained my floor."
She stood up grabbing a tissue, she wiped off her slaves remains off her foot then off the floor before casually tossing the red crumbled tissue into the kitchen trash.

Description
(Cruel GTS Caption)

Caption: There you stood before your Giantess Owner Lisa. Staring up at her perfect feet as she sat comfortably with her legs crossed, sitting in one of her many thrones. You look up, shrunken down to half an inch tall. For your title as shoeslave.

Mistress began to speak. "Slave. You know why you are here. Correct."

I fell to my hands and knees shivering in fear. Hoping she can forgive me I began to plead.

"Please Mistress.. forgive me for ruining your flip flops. It is my fault and I know I should be punished for it. I will never do it again!"

I looked up in watery eyes, I couldn't even see her face. Almost as if she could care less about seeing me in my puny pleading state. Or.. perhaps maybe I am just un worthy of seeing her due to my failure...

Mistress continued. "Trust me, you won't do it again. What you've done today is unforgivable. Staining the insole of my favorite flip flops! You are truly a disgrace as a slave."

I began to cry more. The shoes mistress is referring to are her cheap house flip flops, purely made out of cheap rubber and cheap material. She purchased them for a couple of bucks at a dollar store a few months back when visiting the beach.

Even though they are nothing compared to mistress's expensive sneakers, flats, or heels. Her flip flops are still considered her shoes......I still had to worship and clean them after each and every wear. After she decided to use them as house sandals, My job of cleaning them became a constant routine. But this morning as she carelessly tossed them into her shoe closet, a place where I spend most of my time. I was just finishing up licking 3 pairs of shoes. My tongue was tired out and dry.

I watched as mistress walked away without saying a word to me. I then made my way ontop of her left flip flop. It was indeed dirty, I haven't cleaned these shoes in a few days due to her keeping them next to her bed or in the back porch.
The soles were worn, the corners of white rubber were peeling and her sweaty toe prints were forever plastered onto the material.

I began my work. I made my way underneath the rubbery white toe strap. I stuck out my sore tongue and began to lap at her toe prints. Trying my best to fade them out to the best of my ability. It tasted salty and filthy. I looked around my surroundings and noticed small stuck pieces of gunk also plastered onto the material. Which is likely the mix of sweat and dead skin due to constantly being worn. I then decided to remove the gunk and lick away at it. It was mushy and salty as usual. But I noticed a red smudge on where I licked. I realized my tongue was bleeding....caused from the extreme amount of shoes I cleaned today. I tried to lick up my own blood but only made it worse..... due to the indents and cracks. The blood would not disappear.

Mistress was not happy about this.

I snapped out of my memory of failure as mistress on her throne spoke again.

"I am going to get rid of you slave. I will replace you with a better slave that treats its owners shoes with respect."

My heart shattered. I've been her loyal slave for a long time.. I've treated everything of hers as holy items of worship.... this is how it ends. Over a pair of cheap garbage flip flops.. Flip flops that she uses for visits to the pool, walking around the house, walking the dog, gardening, quick trips to the store and back. Not to mention she treated these shoes with zero care. She kicks them around, leaves them outside the house all night in the cold only for me to clean in the morning.

I started to feel sick.. my arms felt wobbly and I began to tear up even more.

Her thundering voice boomed again.
"Choose a foot. Left or right slave.....
Choose or I will choose for you!"

I knew what she meant. It is over. I stayed silent.

I stared at the floor when I saw the giant shadow loom over me. The shadow of her left foot. I took one last look up at my mistress. Hoping to see her face one last time. To no avail. Her foot came crushing down upon me. My vision and mind went blank.

The mistress twisted her foot left and right smearing as if it was a cigarette.

"Ewww. You better not have stained my floor."
She stood up grabbing a tissue, she wiped off her slaves remains off her foot then off the floor before casually tossing the red crumbled tissue into the kitchen trash.