Before I could even process what was happening, Sully reached down and scooped me up in his massive hand. He brought me up to his face, his warm breath washing over me as he examined me like a curious specimen.
"You know, I've always wanted a footslave," he said, his eyes glinting with amusement. "And now, I've got one. You're going to make a perfect addition to my collection."
I struggled and squirmed in his grasp, but it was no use. Sully was too strong, and I was too small. He carried me over to his massive foot and set me down on the toe, where I teetered precariously.
"Get to work, little one," he commanded, wiggling his toes in anticipation. "I've got a lot of dirt and grime to clean off this foot, and I need someone to do it for me."
I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. But as I looked up at Sully's expectant face, I knew I had no choice. I began to scrub and scrape at his foot, trying to remove the dirt and grime that had accumulated there.
As I worked, Sully let out a contented sigh and began to relax, his foot flexing and releasing as he enjoyed the sensation of being cleaned. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of fear as I realized just how much power he had over me, but at the same time, there was something strangely intimate about the situation.
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