John nervously pushed open the door to the Holistic Apothecary, his heart pounding in his chest. He had never been inside the store before, but his mother had told him that Phyllis, the owner, was a close friend of hers. Maybe she could help him with his little problem.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't little Johnny," Phyllis called out as she spotted him from behind the counter. She was a middle-aged woman with a strong and controlling presence, her grey hair pulled back into a tight bun. "What brings you to my humble establishment?"
John swallowed hard, feeling his face flush. "I, uh, I need your help," he stammered.
Phyllis raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "Oh, really? And what kind of help could a strapping young man like you possibly need from an old lady like me?"
John took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to say. "I've used a spell to transform myself into a doormat," he blurted out.
Phyllis burst out laughing, her booming laughter echoing through the small store. "A doormat, you say? Well, I'll be damned. Let me see."
John hesitantly stepped forward, presenting his face for Phyllis to wipe her feet on. She chuckled as she did so, her bare feet leaving imprints on his cheeks. "Not a bad job, if I do say so myself," she remarked. "You're certainly earning your keep as a doormat."
John felt a wave of humiliation wash over him as he began to lick and slave away underneath Phyllis' feet. He couldn't believe this was happening to him, but at the same time, he couldn't deny the strange thrill he was getting from it.
Phyllis was impressed by John's dedication, and decided to degrade him further by making him clean the entire store with his tongue. John felt like a lowly doormat as he crawled around on all fours, licking and slobbering over every inch of the floor. But despite the humiliation, he couldn't deny the growing sense of pleasure he was feeling.
As the hours passed, Phyllis and John engaged in playful banter, the power dynamic between them growing stronger with every passing moment. Phyllis took a seat and let John continue his work, enjoying the feeling of dominance and control.
John, feeling content and fulfilled, continued to lick and slave away underneath Phyllis' feet. He couldn't believe how much he was enjoying this new life as a doormat, but he couldn't deny the truth. He was Phyllis' doormat, and he loved it.
Phyllis, amused by John's devotion, made plans to use him as her doormat on a regular basis. John, excited by the prospect, looked forward to his new life of humiliation and degradation. He was Phyllis' doormat, and he couldn't wait to see what the future held.
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