As you were smelling the foul odor of a little girls foot, she had a brilliant idea in mind. She said to you her idea. "Alright little slave, since my toes sweat a lot, they produce toe jam. I would love for you to take a bite of it." You had to stop smelling her feet, and try to look for bits of toe jam. You found a piece in between her third and fourth toe, and sniffed it to see what it smelt like. Sweet holy conniption, it was vile! How does a little girls toe jam smell so badly! You almost threw up on how it smelt, but you knew that you had to try a taste of it. You take a bite of it, and your tongue felt like it had just touched a lemon. It was so sour and tasted so badly. It was like pickle juice but rancid and had other chemicals to it. You then realized there was more of it and then had to go to work. Bite by bite you chewed on her toejam, and Angie was feeling relief that she had a toy that could do anything for her. Literally, anything. Finally you had succeeded in tasting and eating her toe jam. It was extremely disgusting in your opinion, but delightful for Angie. You were thankful that the pain was over, but it didn't mean she wasn't going to make you do it again (which hopefully it didn't). She then said to you, "Thanks so much for tasting my toe jam Joey! How did it taste?" You replied with, "Very sour and rancid. Please don't make me do that again, ever." She took it in as a warning, and planned not to make him, at least for now. After the madness ended, you were ready to end the day and get some sleep, but Angie wanted to declare her ownership/plans over you. She said, "Well little slave, I just wanted to let you know what I'm gonna do with you. I have ballet class and soccer practice, so that means my feet get super sweaty and smelly. Luckily, I have you to endure all of this! So whenever I have ballet class, you're gonna sniff and clean my feet. After soccer practice, you will do the same thing. I'm so glad my mom got you. I love having you as a foot slave." You gulped, as this was going to be your life from now on. But you thought on the bright side that her feet did smell good, so that was a bonus point. She then heard her father say it was time to get some sleep, so she grabbed you, put you under her bed sheet, and put you beside her feet. She fell asleep, while you endured her foot smell under the sheets. It truly was some sort of honor to get to be this close to a girls foot. The many things with Angies feet were in store for you, but that will be for another day.
THE END.
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