Meowth unbinds your wrists and leans attentively against the wall. You rest your wrists on the heels and start drumming softly on the soles. Caressing the soles, you realize just how soft and warm they are- just as feet should be. They do not flinch or react, but they are very much alive. You drag your fingers along the sweet soles in slow swipes and scritch along the outside edges. You grab the feet from behind and curl them up towards you. A deep sniff takes in little scent, but you like what you can smell. You slide your broad, wet tongue from heel to toe, and you love it. You suck on the ball and cover the whole sole with your tongue.
"You're doing it all wrong!" claims Meowth, who is now standing to your right. "You have to make it tickle, remember." He puts one paw on the right foot's sole and another beneath it, and drags them together. He repeats this a few times before adding wiggling fingers. Then, he digs his paw into the sole. "Try it on the other foot." You dig your hand deep into the arch. Then, you trace the ball with a single finger and follow each wrinkle with a kind finger. Meowth is standing on the other side of the pair, now, and he is licking the sole like a cat would lap up milk from a saucer. You pull back the toes on your foot and scrape along the fleshier part. "That was delicious! Now, the real fun begins for you."
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