>You won't be horrified by the sound of your mistress coming home, calling for her little mouse.

>You won't run onto the carpet, hoping that you will blend in with it.

>Cat won't come in, seeing you there on the fabric.

>She won't smile, kicking off her heels as she comes over, wanting to play with her mouse.

>You won't just accept your fate, falling to your knees.

>She won't raise her foot above you, taunting you by swinging it back and forth at her ankle.

>She won't tease you, saying that she knows you like the view.

>You won't know that deep down you know what she is saying is tue

>She won't slowly lower the foot on top of you, covering you completely by the warm, stinky feet.

>She won't roll you around under the ball of her foot in a playful manner

>She won't lightly put pressure on you, teasing you about how cats always play with mice.

>You won't feel the crushing weight of her as she stands up on one foot, pushing you deeper into the carpet.

>You won't feel yourself become drenched completely in her foot sweat.

>She won't pin you under the ball of her foot, twisting it back and forth painfully slowly.

>She won't remember that she was planning another big score and had a very small time window.

>She won't lift her foot off of you, causing you to gasp for much needed air.

>Your eyes won't burn from the sweat, caused from you being pinned under her.

>She won't comment how you are not off the hook yet.

>She won't grab you between her toes, starting to walk with you still stuck between them, giving you a perfect view of her black painted toe nails.

>She won't make her way over to her high heels, which she had previously disregarded.

>She won't set it up right, dangling her foot above the open maw of the boot.

>She won't unclench her toes, dropping you into the damp cave.

>You won't land on her damp insole, causing you to become more wet.

>You won't look up, hearing her cute laugh as she looks into the shoe.

>You won't hear her make a sly comment about how you're always under foot.

>She won't slide her foot into the boot, pinning you under her foot once more.

>She won't demand that you start to message her feet as she goes off to work.

>You won't obediently begin to rub Felicia's feet as you find yourself once more at the ball of her feet.

>Your head won't be sticking out between her toes as she continued with her job, leaving you in dark isolation.

>You won't painfully feel each step made as she puts more and more weight onto the foot that you are pinned under.

>She won't comment about how much of a good job you're doing.

>She won't say that you feel so good there.

>She won't say that she's considering making you her permanent insole.