Total humiliation, part 10

This is the continuation of an old story, commissioned by a patron.

part 1 - https://www.patreon.com/posts/total-part-1-47375560

part 2 - https://www.patreon.com/posts/total-part-2-47875128

part 3 - https://www.patreon.com/posts/total-part-3-57357415

part 4 - https://www.patreon.com/posts/total-part-4-57931897

part 5 (with picture) - https://www.patreon.com/posts/total-collage-5-65081478

part 6 - https://www.patreon.com/posts/total-part-6-65680918

part 7 - https://www.patreon.com/posts/total-part-7-67755808

part 8 - https://www.patreon.com/posts/total-part-8-68207074

part 9 - https://www.patreon.com/posts/total-part-9-71656456

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[part 10]

A few days had passed, and they were pretty business as usual. Well, at least with the new standard. After seeing her girlfriend, Hillary had been in a good mood for most of her time, and had treated Gloria accordingly. Of course, it didn't mean she was nice to her in any way. She simply didn't punish her for stuff that usually would have granted a stomp or two. She even brought her good leftovers from her meals. This thought sounded pathetic, but one night Gloria realized she was adjusting to this life. Whoever she had been before was fading away, leaving space for the loyal slave of a cruel girl who enjoyed having complete control over every aspect of her existence. 

She still slept in the cage, and had grown accustomed to the morning ritual that started each and every one of her days. Not that it was any different from what she was doing in the afternoon, or most evenings, but for some reason, she had learned that her owner's skin tasted different in the morning. Her feet still carried the unmistakeable flavor of sweat, but it was untainted by whatever footwear Hillary would wear during the day. It wasn't better or worse, it was just... Different. 

Or maybe she thought one morning during the brief window of time where Hillary left her out of her cage to lick her feet You do enjoy it more. She shook the thought out of her head. The word enjoy was far from anything she could use to describe anything that had happened to her during the past month. But she did wish morning time lasted longer than the afternoon treatment, when she was forced to endure the taste of foot sweat and dirt for hours at the time. 

"Enough" Hillary snapped her out of her fantasy. "If i don't leave soon i'll be late again" The girl grabbed her and put her back in her cage. Gloria sat in her new home, knowing she had a long morning of waiting ahead of her. But surprisingly, Hillary's closet opened again. "I've got an important task for you this morning" She said, opening the cage door. Gloria's heart sank when she saw what the girl had put in the cage, right in front of her. She was way familiar with the object: it was her engagement ring. Well, technically it wasn't her engagement ring anymore. It was Hillary's. And it was no more an engagement ring. It had become her toe ring. The last straw of her once envied human life had now become a simple adornment for the lowest part of the body of the cruel girl that had captured her.

"I want you to polish it" Hillary commanded. The girl briefly rose to retrieve something in her room, and left the cage door open. What had once meant an opportunity for Gloria, was now just the certainty of punishment. She didn't even consider trying to run out, knowing very well what the inevitable consequences would be. She had been stepped on with full force far too many times than she could tolerate, and she had learned her lesson. 

Hillary came back with a small piece of cloth, of those ones that come with tempered glass for smartphone screens. It was small enough for Gloria to handle. "I want it to be spotless when i come back. Is that clear?" Gloria didn't wait too long before saying "Yes, princess".

As usual, she had the whole morning to herself. Only this time, she had a task. Sure, it was humiliating, but at least it did give her a sense of purpose. While she carefully polished the smooth surface, she couldn't help but admire how beautiful that ring was, and how much she loved to show it around. She had carried it around with great pride, and she was envied by all her friends. And now Hillary put it on whenever she wore sandals. She probably had no idea of how much it was worth. But that was not important. Her friends, were gone, as was every aspect of her old life. She truly committed to her task. She polished it so well that it looked new and she couldn't wait to show her work to her owner. Maybe she would use nice words to her for a change.

But when Hillary came back from school, she barely acknowledged the ring. She simply grabbed Gloria from her cage, and kept her under her feet while she studied. As her own body was engulfed by the too familiar sweaty flesh, Gloria was a little upset that the thing she had spent so many energies on wasn't even noticed. But it was difficult to complain while the girl used her as a foot rest, alternating the weight on her with each of her feet. She was so invested in her homework, that she didn't even ask her to kiss, lick or even rub, like she would normally do. 

Only in the evening Gloria finally got what she wanted. Well, not really, but Hillary finally decided to speak to her about the reason why she had her polish her toe ring. "I want to give you a chance" she said to her while holding her naked body in her hand, after she was already in her pijamas. "Tonight you're sleeping with me". Gloria's eyes grew wide with surprise when she heard that. Did it mean that she finally didn't have to spend the night in the cage? She got to sleep on an actual bed! And best of all, she didn't have to endure the smell of stale foot sweat coming from the sock she used as a cover. And who knows, now that she was free, she could work some trust into the evil girl, and finally attempt to sneak out while she was sleeping.

Hillary dropped her on her bedsheets, then retrieved the toering from her cage. To her disappointment, she never even commented on how clean it was, despite her spending at least two hours polishing it that very morning. Before she got to her bed, a confused Gloria looked at her while she fished something from the drawer in her desk. Horrified, she looked at the item in Hillary's hands. It was a pair of scissors. They were paper scissors, with a rounded tip, but not having any clue about the reason why the girl had them in her hands was enough to have her shake like a leaf. To her relief, Gloria finally noticed that Hillary was holding a string spool in her other hand. Her terror had made her vision tunnel on the shiny object. Still, she was puzzled as she watched Hillary take some approximate measures, then cut the string, no more than 15-20 cm long, then tying one end to her former engagement ring. Still not understanding what was going on, Gloria walked closer to inspect any tiny movement of the giantess. She watched as she made the knot, and then turned her head towards her.

"Come here" she said, as she extended her hand towards her. Gloria finally realized what was happening, when she saw Hillary do the same thing she'd done to her ring, this time around her neck. She carefully made two turns around the base of her head, being careful not to catch her hair in the string, then tied a knot that was loose enough so she wouldn't suffocate, but sufficiently tight so her head wouldn't be able to pass through it. It was a damn collar. And the other end was tied on the girl's toering. The idea of finally be free was lost once again when Hillary put her toering on with a satisfied smile, and put Gloria close to her feet. Once again, she had nowhere to go.

The gargantuan woman rolled on her side, and Gloria thanked God for the weather that was still warm enough so Hillary wouldn't need any covers, or she would spend the night confined underneath them. "Give me a foot rub" Hillary ordered, and Gloria knew better than not complying. After about ten minutes on her phone, Hillary said to her "I want you to wake me up exactly at 7.00 tomorrow. You know how". Gloria nodded. "Good girl." She patted her head with her big toe. "Now
a goodnight kiss!" Hillary extended one foot after another so the tiny woman was able to kiss both of them, then turned off her bedside lamp. "Goodnight!". 

The only thing Gloria could see in the darkness of the night were the red numbers on the alarm clock. She had no idea how she would be able to wake up in time, but she knew she would face horrible consequences in case she failed. Staying asleep the whole night was out of the question, so she just laid down and tried her best to fall asleep. True, she wasn't confined to the four walls of the closet, but even though she didn't have the familiar sock laying around her, she felt like the smell of feet would never leave her again.