foot dog

“Awww. Is my little puppy starving? Bark if your hungry puppy.” You meekly barked, it was so humiliating for you, but you had no other choice. If you disobeyed her, she would keep you starving even longer. “Well it’s a good thing that you’re so hungry because I made you a delicious, warm home cooked meal. That’s right. Come here boy. Yea good boy. Can you guess what meal I made you,” she laughed at you. You knew it was a rhetorical question, and even beyond that, you knew the answer to it and it terrified you because you could already smell it. She peel her sneakers off. “Dig in puppy. Take some whiffs before you start cleaning it though. I want you to fully experience my feet.” You slowly approached her feet, you could almost see her yellowish foot stench rising from her feet. What probably terrified you the most was the fact that her socks, which had originally been white, had been so overused that they had become a murky filthy yellowish brown.

Before you could react, her hand came down yanking your collar as she shoved your face into her smelly socks. That fetid smell was even worse than you could have imagined. It was vile. The cheesy stench overwhelmed you right away. You had been your Goddess’s foot slave for weeks by now, and while you hadn’t completely gotten used to her foot stench, her foot stench right now was on a completely unthinkable level. It was so pungent, you felt like your lungs were being burned with each sniff. “Hey puppy. Can you guess how long it’s been since I’ve washed my feet,” she waited a couple of moments before interjecting on her own question with an answer, “I don’t even know the last time I washed them in a shower. Hahahaha that was the wrong question. When did you last clean my feet should be the question. But anyway, I just wanted you to realize that the last time I feed you my stinky tootsies, which was like three days ago was the last time I cleaned my feet meaning you’re eating my three day only foot gunk. Hahahahaha. I don’t know how you can stand it, but it’s probably because you were born to be my little foot puppy. And judging by that look on your face, you’re surprised as to how my feet stink so badly after only 3 days. Well let me tell you, over these past three days, I have worked out 2 times each day, I have fined to work every day for 8 hours, and to top it all off, I haven’t washed my feet nor taken these socks the entire time. It’s heaven for you, isn’t it bitch?”

“Awww. Is my little puppy starving? Bark if your hungry puppy.” You meekly barked, it was so humiliating for you, but you had no other choice. If you disobeyed her, she would keep you starving even longer. “Well it’s a good thing that you’re so hungry because I made you a delicious, warm home cooked meal. That’s right. Come here boy. Yea good boy. Can you guess what meal I made you,” she laughed at you. You knew it was a rhetorical question, and even beyond that, you knew the answer to it and it terrified you because you could already smell it. She peel her sneakers off. “Dig in puppy. Take some whiffs before you start cleaning it though. I want you to fully experience my feet.” You slowly approached her feet, you could almost see her yellowish foot stench rising from her feet. What probably terrified you the most was the fact that her socks, which had originally been white, had been so overused that they had become a murky filthy yellowish brown.

Before you could react, her hand came down yanking your collar as she shoved your face into her smelly socks. That fetid smell was even worse than you could have imagined. It was vile. The cheesy stench overwhelmed you right away. You had been your Goddess’s foot slave for weeks by now, and while you hadn’t completely gotten used to her foot stench, her foot stench right now was on a completely unthinkable level. It was so pungent, you felt like your lungs were being burned with each sniff. “Hey puppy. Can you guess how long it’s been since I’ve washed my feet,” she waited a couple of moments before interjecting on her own question with an answer, “I don’t even know the last time I washed them in a shower. Hahahaha that was the wrong question. When did you last clean my feet should be the question. But anyway, I just wanted you to realize that the last time I feed you my stinky tootsies, which was like three days ago was the last time I cleaned my feet meaning you’re eating my three day only foot gunk. Hahahahaha. I don’t know how you can stand it, but it’s probably because you were born to be my little foot puppy. And judging by that look on your face, you’re surprised as to how my feet stink so badly after only 3 days. Well let me tell you, over these past three days, I have worked out 2 times each day, I have fined to work every day for 8 hours, and to top it all off, I haven’t washed my feet nor taken these socks the entire time. It’s heaven for you, isn’t it bitch?”