You begin to scrape out the gunk with your hands, but Mark notices. "You know, you should never turn up your nose at a meal. You never know when I'll get the chance to feed you. I'd better see you using your tongue, slave." You almost gag; he wants you to lick his feet clean. You reluctantly stick out your tongue and bury your face in the toe crevice. You lap up Mark's salty sweat. It overpowers your tongue and nostrils, flooding your senses with his scent. A glob of toe jam gets in your mouth. You glance up at Mark, who is watching you with a gleeful smile. You slowly chew the glob and swallow it.
You puke, you can't help it. Mark's foot, lifts up around you. You look up to see his face is now furious, and his foot slams down on you. Your body smashes against the floor, though thanks to your indestructibility, nothing feels broken. Mark's foot shifts and rolls you over, trapping your face between his toes. He leans down over you. "Next time you lick my feet, you're gonna learn to appreciate it. You get to eat my toe jam, my sweat. That's the sweat of your god. But for now, your going to get a little punishment. Maybe after that, you'll like my feet better."
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