You and Kanye arrive at his mansion. Once he walks inside, you hear him taking off his sneakers from your new master's pocket. Kanye picks up his shoes, and walks into his living room. He sets the shoes on the coffee table, and sits down. You see the slit of his pocket open, and Kanye's massive hand glide in. His gigantic digits grab hold of you, and pull you out. He sets you done next to his sneakers, and says, "Look. I want you to clean my sneakers. Use you tongue as a tool, and make sure they are completely spotless. We don't have all day, so get to work!" You run over to the sneakers and begin. The size of the shoes is daunting. You try to clean up the specks of dirt and mud as quickly as possible. The whole time, Kanye keeps a watch on you. You dart around the shoes, trying to clean them as quickly as possible. You tongue becomes dry, and tastes like soil. Eventually, you hear Kanye say, "Pick up the pace! That is not fast enough for ME." You try to speed up, but it's no use. You are too tired.
Without a word, a giant blur smacks the shoes from the table. They hit the ground, and you look up to see Kanye's angry face. He says, "Alright. If you can't do that, I'll let you rub my tired, sweaty, socked feet." He flings his white-socked feet onto the table, crossed at the ankles. He demands you to rub them. You slowly walk to the nearest foot, and begin massaging the heel of it. The rough skin fights back against you hands, and Kanye yells, "I don't feel anything! Come on you little runt. My feet need some loving!" You begin to climb the socked foot, and start rubbing the sole of Kanye's foot. You can feel the wrinkles under the sock, and smell the sweaty scent from the sole. Kanye's foot begins to wiggle and twitch, and you hear the giant start to snicker. Uh oh, you think, he's ticklish. The giant's foot starts to sway, and you try to hang on. It's no use though. You fly off and fall onto the coffee table. Kanye's laughing quickly dies down, and he yells, "Yo little dude. I don't feel anything. You better not have...." The giant sees that you are not on his foot. His feet remove themselves from the table, and he stares down at you. "Ok. You can't even handle that. Time to teach you a lesson", he says. Kanye removed the sock from his right foot, and dangles the meaty sole above you. Before you can scream, the sole comes crashing down. The smell is terrible, and Kanye's laughing just makes it more sinister. He begins to roll his foot back and forth, moving you along the underside of his foot. You find yourself under his wiggling toes, his soft sole, and his hard heel. Kanye enjoys this, and suddenly, he presses down hard with you under the ball of his foot.
You are smushed into the giant's foot, and the pressure is amazing. You feel you body becoming stuck to the man's foot. Kanye moves his foot up, and rests it over his other socked foot on the coffee table, crossed at the ankles. "That was so much fun. A god like me needs a runt like you for things like that. Wasn't my sole the best? I moisturize and make sure it's smooth. Now, that will be your job. That lesson was so you will learn to respect me, and listen to me", Kanye says. You tired body sticks to the man's foot. Kanye reaches for the remote, and turns on the television. "Hey little buddy", Kanye exclaims, "You have a front row seat to watch some of my music videos." With that, you watch Kanye himself from the underside of Kanye's foot.
Eventually, your new master decides .......
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