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🕑 Added 2024-02-09 01:16:20 +0000 UTCA commission for a lovely foot servant who wanted to remain anonymous.
Nami’s Pet
It’s been a long day for Sanji. Nami has been a real slavedriver today – constantly wanting silly things from him, complaining about his delicious dishes. As much as he fancies her, this has to stop! The last straw was when she took away his last cigarette.
Sanji: - “Come on, Nami, give it back. I’ve been acting like your slave all day long today; I’m exhausted; I’ve done everything to keep you happy! Yet all you do is complain and demand more from me. I’ve had enough! Give me back my cigarette – I need it for stress relief,”
Nami, who was sunbathing, just gave him a judging look. The cigarette was held loosely between her fingers.
Nami: -“Don’t be such a little moany bitch, Sanji. Moaning and demanding your service is my birthright – after all, I am a superior female, while you’re just a silly little male. I lead – you follow. That’s just how this world is. Besides, I know a better way of stress relief.”
Sanji stood transfixed as she lit the cigarette, then slowly placed it between the big toe and the one next to it. The filter end was facing him.
Nami: - “If you want it so badly… Get on your hands and knees and smoke it while my toes hold it for you. Come on, debase yourself for me.”
Sanji grits his teeth. Did she know? He tried hiding his foot fetish the best he could – she’s never asked him to do anything foot-related before! It would be too embarrassing for everyone to know about his secret fetish – and if Nami told the other girls, he’d be forced into serving their majestic feet all the time, which would turn into addiction! He would become nothing but a mindless foot slave! That’s what happens to all males of the Vinsmoke family – once they start serving a female foot, they become addicted. It’s a genetic abnormality. Nevertheless, he really wanted that cigarette back… and being humiliated like this was turning him on.
Getting on all fours, he crawled towards Nami’s smelly foot – this time, the smell was mixed with the cigarette odour, which made a fascinating combination!
His nose got really close to the foot. Oh, how it reeked. The foot itself wasn’t dirty, but Nami’s feet get so stinky immediately after she gets out of the shower – it’s a known fact. He feels lightheaded as her toes wiggle uncontrollably. He’s struggling to keep his mouth on the cigarette.
Nami’s other foot lands on his head. It’s slowly moving forwards and backwards – the motion reminds him of someone wiping their feet on a doormat.
The cigarette is almost finished – now his nose is buried deep between her toes. The stench there is unimaginably foul – his eyes water as one of the toes goes directly into his nostril.
Finally, the cigarette is finished. The filter falls on the ground.
Nami: - “There, I have allowed you to have that cigarette. Now my feet are exhausted. Holding it for you was soooo tiring. My foot feels dirtier after touching your disgusting rug hair. Now you’re going to be MY foot stress relief toy!”
Suddenly, everything became big. Or rather – he became small! All of his clothing remained the normal size – he was totally exposed.
Nami: - “I have a secret Devil Fruit power. I can shrink inferior creatures such as yourself just by willing it. Neat, isn’t it? Now I’m going to play with you. The world can be extremely dangerous when you’re so small, but don’t worry! I will protect you – as long as you keep on satisfying me.”
Nami’s massive feet started coming towards him. He tried running away, but there wasn’t anywhere for him to go - she was right; being so tidy was very dangerous.
Nami – “Stop running from me. Come here, let me squish you! I usually use a foot massage ball to relieve stress, but I don’t feel like going all the way to my room to retrieve it. Come, you will do it for now! If you submit willingly, I will consider returning you to your original size. If you struggle… I may just add you to my secret inferior tinies collection. I look after them relatively well… They only sometimes don’t survive… But it’s their own fault- they must learn to adapt to a foot gunk-only diet. And perhaps I’m squishing them a little bit too forcefully sometimes… But I’m sure you’ll be fine – you’re not one of those random weaklings I took with me because they looked interesting.
Sanji considered his options. It would be the best to escape the madwoman…. But… The idea of being crushed under that foot was tempting! This could be his only chance to feel that lovely foot all over his entire body! His perverted mind won over the rational one. He came over, waiting for the foot to crush him blissfully.
Nami: -“Awww, such a good boy!”
The foot landed on him quickly – it was even stinker up close! He gagged and tried scrambling away from the stench assaulting his lungs, but only the top part of his body was uncovered; even his arms had been trapped under the foot.
Nami: -“You’re so cute when you willingly suffer under my foot! You’re so squishy and soft, perfect for foot pain relief.”
He moaned as the foot kept on using him as a foot massage ball – suddenly, the weight of the entire foot descended upon him, engulfing him in total darkness. After a few moments, the foot kept moving backwards and forwards. Nami kept moaning during the entire process, and by the time she was finished, Sanji was drenched with foot sweat.
Nami: -“Come, Sanji. You’ve done well. I’ll return you to your original size so you can serve me anytime and in any way I desire. I am your owner now. Come, kiss my big toe if you understand and submit.”
Sanji embraced her massive toe, kissing it gently. He wished that someday he would be allowed to serve as her full-time tiny pet.our hands and knees and smoke it while my toes hold it for you. Come on, debase yourself for me.”
Sanji grits his teeth. Did she know? He tried hiding his foot fetish the best he could – she’s never asked him to do anything foot-related before! It would be too embarrassing for everyone to know about his secret fetish – and if Nami told the other girls, he’d be forced into serving their majestic feet all the time, which would turn into addiction! He would become nothing but a mindless foot slave – that’s what happens to all males of the Vismoke family – once they start serving a female foot, they become addicted. It’s a genetic abnormality. Nevertheless, he really wanted that cigarette back… and being humiliated like this was turning him on.
Getting on all fours, he crawled towards Nami’s smelly foot – this time, the smell was mixed with the cigarette odour, which made a fascinating combination!
His nose got really close to the foot. Oh, how it reeked. The foot itself wasn’t dirty, but Nami’s feet get so stinky immediately after she gets out of the shower – it’s a known fact. He feels lightheaded as her toes wiggle uncontrollably. He’s struggling to keep his mouth on the cigarette.
Nami’s other foot lands on his head. It’s slowly moving forwards and backwards – the motion reminds him of someone wiping their feet on a doormat.
The cigarette is almost finished – now his nose is buried deep between her toes. The stench there is unimaginably foul – his eyes water as one of the toes goes directly into his nostril.
Finally, the cigarette is finished. The filter falls on the ground.
Nami: - “There, I have allowed you to have that cigarette. Now my feet are exhausted. Holding it for you was soooo tiring. My foot feels dirtier after touching your disgusting rug hair. Now you’re going to be MY foot stress relief toy!”
Suddenly, everything became big. Or rather – he became small! All of his clothing remained the normal size – he was exposed.
Nami: - “I have a secret Devil Fruit power. I can shrink inferior creatures such as yourself just by willing it. Neat, isn’t it? Now I’m going to play with you. The world can be extremely dangerous when you’re so small, but don’t worry! I will protect you – as long as you keep on satisfying me.”
Nami’s massive feet started coming towards him. He tried running away, but there wasn’t anywhere for him to go - she was right; being so tidy was very dangerous.
Nami – “Stop running from me. Come here, let me squish you! I usually use a foot massage ball to relieve stress, but I don’t feel like going all the way to my room to retrieve it. Come, you will do it for now! If you submit willingly, I will consider returning you to your original size. If you struggle… I may just add you to my secret inferior tinies collection. I look after them relatively well… They only sometimes don’t survive… But it’s their fault- they must learn to adapt to a foot gunk-only diet. And perhaps I’m squishing them a little bit too forcefully sometimes… But I’m sure you’ll be fine – you’re not one of those random weaklings I took with me because they looked interesting.
Sanji considered his options. It would be the best to escape the madwoman…. But… The idea of being crushed under that foot was tempting! This could be his only chance to feel that lovely foot all over his entire body! His perverted mind won over the rational mind. He came over, waiting for the foot to crush him blissfully.
Nami: -“Awww, such a good boy!”
The foot came on him quickly – it was even stinker up close! He gagged and tried scrambling away from the stench assaulting his lungs, but only the top part of his body was uncovered; even his hands had been trapped under the foot.
Nami: -“You’re so cute when you willingly suffer under my foot! You’re so squishy and soft, perfect for foot pain relief.”
He moaned as the foot kept on using him as a foot massage ball – suddenly, the weight of the entire foot descended upon him, engulfing him in total darkness. After a few moments, the foot kept moving backwards and forwards. Nami kept moaning during the entire process, and by the time she was finished, Sanji was drenched with foot sweat.
Nami: -“Come, Sanji. You’ve done well. I’ll return you to your original size so you can serve me anytime and in any way I desire. I am your owner now. Come, kiss my big toe if you understand and submit.”
Sanji embraced her massive toe, kissing it gently. He wished that someday he would be allowed to serve as her full-time tiny pet.
