You were born into a servant-class family, and your life so far had entirely revolved around serving your mistress. Naturally, you didn't want to get into any kind of trouble with her, so you recently started working a bit harder to get on her good side. She noticed.

One evening, after performing all the various chores and duties you were assigned, you waited in front of her on the floor. She looked down. "There you are, slave. Dont think i dont know why you've been so obedient lately." You want to be near my feet, don't you?"

She called her servant girl over, who obediently crawled over. The mistress spoke.

"Good girl. You may worship my feet the way I have trained you to."

Her attention shifted to you

"As for you... I think you should worship this sow's feet instead. The soles of one of my servants are more than good enough for you."

"From now on, you shall be my foot servant's foot servant! I'm such a generous mistress."

The servant girl glanced back at you, seemingly giddy to have her own servant.

(This story will be finished very soon)