“And I won’t be happy if you don’t commit” Marshall threatened. You stared at the massive paws and walked up to his left one. The smell of sweat hit you as you approached. You could tell this was not going to be pleasant, but you had no choice. You started rubbing the dirty pads, making Marshall chuckle. Your hands became wet with the sweat as you massaged the balls of his footpaw. You watched nervously as Marshall flexed his padded foot and grinned sending a few droplets of his sweat on your face. With a look of disgust, you wiped the big drops of the musky liquid from your face and continued to rub the paws. You tried not to think about what he planned to do with you if you didn’t perform well enough. Instead you tried to put as much effort into kneading his soles as possible, hoping to be left alone if you did a good enough job. Minutes began to seem like hours to you as the stress of trying to appease the giant pup was taking a toll on your mind. But for now you could tell you were doing good because he murred loudly while you massaged. After some time you had completely finished with rubbing the paw. Unfortunately for you though Marshall was not going to let you go so easy. “Alright, you’ve been doing acceptable. But we’re not done yet, I hope you’re ready to...
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