You're whole tiny existence depends on your ability to please the business woman who holds you captive by massaging her giant soles when she comes home from work each day. You are expendable and you know it. Do a good job and survive. Do a bad job and you will be disposed of. You are a mere commodity to her. So far you've been doing a good job at keeping her happy. You've even come to enjoy your task and watching your owner slip her beautiful feet out of her work shoes and put them on the table in front of you. You like the smell, the feel and your ability to make her sigh with pleasure. You're also used to the way she looks at you with utter contempt and orders you around like you are nothing more than her property which, in fact, you are. Today, though, you are feeling particularly tired. Your cage was uncomfortable and you didn't rest at all well and are just lacking the energy you usually have. When your owner comes home from work she scoops you out of your cage as usual and puts you on the table and places her soles right up in front of you giving you that cold look she usually gives you. You set to work digging your little fingers in and putting your whole body into the massage and initially she throws her back with satisfaction. But lethargy soon sets in and your massage begins to tickle her which she absolutely loathes. She has a very soft and quiet way of expressing her dissatisfaction with you which instills even more fear. You try even harder but you just can't seem to muster the strength. Her eyes stare at you between her toes and you become extremely anxious which adds to your poor performance. She has had enough. She grabs you off of the table and slings you to the floor and looms over you. She towers above you reminding you just how tiny you really are and she chastises you in her usual calm and collected manner before bringing her foot high above your body and raining down a few blows on you. The power of her sole slamming into you is incredible but not much effort for her at all. She bends down to observe you and seems satisfied that she is hurting you. She kicks you around a bit making you swivel and turn and pokes her toes hard into your face and body, all the while stariung at you emotionlessly. There is no point in you begging although you try. You know you replaceable and soon she will get a new captive. You lay there are her feet come down on you again and again, the ball of her foot grinding you, her toes and soles covering you and a constant reminder of why you are being punished until eventually her bare foot totally disposes of you.