At this point, it was far too late for you to disobey. The mind-numbing slime has seeped into your being and was coursing throughout your whole body. There was a ringing in your ears that prevented you from hearing anything but the soft cooing of your frog mistress. Likewise, your vision was filled with a haze that prevented you from focusing on anything but the feet in front of you. You tried to scream out in desperation, but when you opened your mouth, the only thing that came out was a small stream of drool. You fumbled for words, but your clouded mind could only find three appropriate words for the situation: "Love... froggy... feet..." You inhaled the sour scent of the frog's feet as more slime dripped into your agape mouth.
"That's right... sniff up the scent of your mistress's feet... you love your mistress's feet... you love her slimy soles... her webbed toes... her smelly heels... ahuhuhuhu..." You wanted to disagree, but you couldn't quite remember how to say anything but "Yes, mistress." Come to think of it, you couldn't remember anything except the slimy feet slipping and sliding across your face. As far as you were concerned, this was, is, and will be what your life entails. Just you and the smelly frog feet. Their cheesy scent filled your lungs as the slime filled your stomach. You felt almost as if you could live eating the frog's salty, sweaty footslime alone.
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