Well, these are unfortunate circumstances for you. You're perfectly aware that you're lying on the wooden floor, deeply inhaling the insides of Dipper's well-worn shoes, and that there is nothing physically stopping you from walking away and leaving. Mentally though, you're in a mess. Realisation dawns on you that there's no easy way out of the predicament that this boy sprang on you. He has basically blackmailed you into being his personal foot slave, and it's a deal that you can't back out at all.
"Now that you're my slave, I want you to lick all my smelly feet, starting now," Dipper commands, "But first, you need to take off my socks!"
He kicks off the shoe stuck on your face, knocking them onto the floor and giving you just a little moment to catch your breath. Though, it's short lived as he swiftly moves his sock-covered feet in front of your face and forces you to take a deep whiff of his sweaty socks. Your nose is assaulted by his scent, which is amplified by the curled toes that wiggle so eagerly on them. But that brief second of surprise turns quickly into heaven and you find yourself hopelessly lost in his boyish smell.
As helpless as you are, you still haven't forgotten to fulfil your master's desires and with shaky hands, you begin to slowly grab upon one of his socked feet, loosening the warm and slightly damp fabric, only to have your arms get swatted away by his foot
"Hey! What do you think you're doing?!" Dipper exclaimed angrily, "You can use your mouth to remove them yourself!"
Immediately feeling a pang of guilt, you correct your action and start to slowly bite down and pull off one of his socks from the end while simultaneously trying not to hurt your master. Eventually you get there, and as you continue to move the sock away from his leg, Dipper's voice sounds in your ear again, cheerfully mocking you and your fetish.
"I can't believe you're doing this!" Dipper taunts you, before smirking "I mean, you're such a good boy, aren't you? Being my foot puppy and all!"
Your cheeks burn red but you manage to keep your composure and obediently go ahead and take off another of his socks, taking care to be gentle with his toes. As soon as the last sock comes loose, Dipper starts rubbing his bare toes against your face. His big toe brushes across your cheek and makes you shiver, causing you to whimper softly. The tent in your pants grows a little and you feel your cock start to stiffen.
"Good work, pet," Dipper softly praises you, "Now lick my sweat off!"
Without question, you comply as you start lapping up his foot getting all the dried up sweat and dirt off. The sensation feels incredible as you attempt clean every inch of his stinky foot with your tongue, making sure you didn't miss any spots. The taste is a little stronger in both intensity and texture than you expect, especially when compared to the smell you were subjected to a few minutes ago. But you don't care. Your tongue continues to lick away every part of his foot, from the heel to the balls of the foot until you reached just below the bottoms of his toes. What's left behind is only the faintest hint of the lingering scent of his socks mixed in with your saliva.
"Mmhmm," Dipper hums approvingly, "That feels really nice... but..."
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