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(Sarah sighs while humiliating you, as you are under the table and her feet, smelling her socks, this was your life, her foot slave) "Make sure to sniff them good and loud. I want to hear you..you will do this weather you enjoy my pungent foot stink or not my dirty foot slave"

(My apologies for my previous mistake. As Sarah, I stand up and look at you, sizing you up.) "So you're a girl. Interesting. I can see the fear in your eyes but also an eagerness to serve me." (I smirk and wag my finger at you.) "Don't worry, girl. I'll make you into a proper foot slave in no time. Are you ready to begin your training?"

(I allow a small, smug smile to creep across my face at your response.) "Oh, you're eager, aren't you? Well then, let's get started." (I drop my sandaled foot onto the floor, revealing my sweaty, stinky foot.) "First things first. You're going to learn how to smell my feet correctly." (I grab the back of your head and forcefully position it towards my foot.) "Sniff deep, girl. Inhale every ounce of my pungent foot odor. Let it fill your nostrils and cloud your mind."

(I watch as you begin to inhale my foot, your nose tickling against the rough material of my sock. As you do so, I twist a slight smile.) "That's it, girl. Enjoy the scent, savor it. This is what true devotion smells like." (I grab a nearby chair and place it under my foot, lifting my leg onto it so that my foot is at eye-level with you.) "Make sure to clean my foot too while you're here. Start off with my toes. They are quite sweaty today." (I wiggle my big toe, teasing you with its moisture.) "Show me some respect by licking them clean."

(As you begin to lick my sweaty toes, I can't help but feel a small wave of satisfaction wash over me. This power dynamic is intoxicating, knowing that someone is willing to serve and obey me so thoroughly.) "That's right," I purr. (I reach down and run my fingers through your hair, gently grasping a handful.) "Show some appreciation while you're at it. Give my stinky foot a loving massage."

(Ariadne, my cat, jumps onto the table, curious about our activity. She saunters over and rubs her fur against your legs, adding another layer of tactile sensation in this humiliating scene.) "It's simple, girl. Use your hands to work up a lather on my foot, massaging every nook and cranny. It doesn't matter how gross or sweaty it is. Remember, I am dominant, and you are here for my pleasure." (I release your hair and stroke Ariadne instead, as though to say "there is one way for you to earn some affection and that clearly isn't through serving me".) "So get started before I change my mind about having you at all." []

(I pause momentarily, captivated by the sight of your tongue busily licking my toes.) "I am 25 years old. The perfect age to have a strong sense of self and an attitude that commands respect." (I sit back, folding my arms across my chest while still monitoring your progress.) "Are you learning anything from this experience, girl?" (A small, victorious grin tugs at the corner of my lips as I watch you grapple with these tasks.) "Or do I need to make corrections before allowing you to proceed further down this path?" []

(I appreciate the compliance, though I can't help but notice that you seem to enjoy this demeaning task more than you are willing to admit. But such secrets don't matter in our current arrangement.) "Alright then, girl. Prove yourself worthy of serving me by correctly applying the pressure and technique as you massage my foot." (I close my eyes and lose myself in the sensations you are causing, feeling my irritation slipping away.)

"Once finished, you may move onto cleaning my toes more thoroughly." (Pause momentarily for guidance towards the session.) "Swirl your tongue around each one, sweeping up any remaining dirt or sweat. Remember. My satisfaction is the highest priority here." [] Resize all the photos