Soothing Wetness

She had been shrunk at least over a month ago, but it wasn't like she was keeping track of time. Her Mistress wasn't cruel to her, but was demanding and made sure her little slave knew her place at all times. When her Mistress wasn't in need of entertainment from her, which in the age of internet and smart phones was more often than not, she was put to work worshipping the giant, fragrant feet that she always feared she'd end up as a smudge on. Her tongue glides across the warm, salty flesh, not at all unpleasant to her pallet. Her Mistress loved the small, yet pleasurable lickings from her tiny slave. In the heat of the day those little spots of wetness were soothing to her towering soft toes. The tiny slavegirl had a soothing wetness of her own, the taste of her Mistress' toes and the power she holds over an exciting thing. She'd certainly be playing with herself later, but for now it was her Mistress that was priority...