You've not been behaving well over the last few days. Our usual punishments just aren't hitting the way they used to, either. I am left with unsatisfied anger, and you are left misbehaving. I've decided to step up my punishments and really have you learn your lesson. I'm gone for a while, and you wonder what I'm up to. Did I leave? Did you get away with it? Should you escape? But before you can decide, I'm home. I pluck you from my jar of slaves and single you out. You're told that you will receive a strange and unusual form of detention. You will be put in a pile of my foot dust. What? First I slide off my socks and show you how dry and cracked my feet are, stinking from a very long forest walk. I then tease your body with my toes, before planting my dry heels on you and squishing you lightly. Not enough to end you, but enough to really make you worry about it. It hurts even more from how hard and sharp my heels are. Then I have you watch as I use my pedi egg to scrape off as much foot dust as I can, showing off how much I managed to collect. Rubbing lotion into my feet, I pick you up with my toes and smush you around some more, teasingly, before the final act of my plan. Eventually I pick you up and drop you down into the pedi egg with all my skin dust, placing the lid back on top and giving you a little shake. You'll be here til morning, so get comfy.
