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The Twi'lek whispered in a soothing manner as she slowly floated back down to the ground.
"As I say, you are in my private quarters outside of the Jedi Temple, as for introductions... I am Master Aayla Secura."
Her grin only grew from her as she carefully explained your situation.
"You see, once I heard of what you did, what you've seen, I knew that the council would not simply let you go, so I begged you to be transfered to me for questioning, I had so many fun ideas, but when they refused I got so upset."
The Jedi giggled with devious satisfaction
"So I did what I always do. I trained. For weeks I trained and trained, challenging myself with the most difficult lightsaber combat programs, after all anger has no place with the Jedi, so I had to get it out somehow. The council spent weeks on you, wiping your mind and breaking it down while I trained, it was to my surprise that once they were finished they left it to me to punish you for your crimes against the Jedi."
By now the Twi'lek had begun walking over to you and she slowly leaned onto the bed, climbing in with you to straddle your stomach and pin down your arms.
"I have the perfect idea on how to do it as well."
Aayla moved her legs forward, resting her thick leather boots on either side of your head, letting her bitty sink into you as she sat on your stomach.
"See, I trained for the entirety of you weeks here with the Jedi with no breaks apart from required sustenance, not even to clean myself".
As her boots pressed against the sides of your head you could hear something. You thought about it for a second and.. you weren't certain, but it sounded like her toes, rubbing against the insides of her boots.
"And since you can never be permitted to leave.."
Aayla's grin turned into a toothy half-smile.
"In the name of the Jedi, I sentence you to a lifetime of serving under me, truly smelling the fruits of my labor."
With that, she raised her feet up above your face, using the force to slide off her boots and let them rest on either side of your head once more. Her sweaty feet glistened in the moonlight as she wiggled her long, narrow toes, her dirty blue soles emitting a stench so foul it could send a Rancor running. Aayla giggled once again with delight as she lowered her blue peds, letting her gunked up, long, narrow toes rest elegantly around your nose.
Aayla's smile faded into a sadistic grin as her eyes narrowed towards you.
"Now take a deep breath of my enchanting aroma"
She said as she slicked your nose with her footsweat.
"You'll learn quickly to love that smell, or at least to pretend to"
Aayla continued, wiggling her rancid toes around your nose, stirring the stench of blue cheese from her toes directly into your nose.
"Soon you'll be sniffing my ripe toes like it's air, begging for a chance to snort my sweaty toejam"
She said, pressing her soles harder against your face
"And don't you worry, I will keep these rancid things ripe and sweaty for you."
Aayla hoisted her feet slightly above your face, letting you see them one more time. The dirt that hugged her feet from being in her boots for so long, the sweat the covered her after letting those rancid soles sit in puddles of the stuff, all the mysterious black and brown gunk between her toes that frankly, you didn't want to know what it was.
"So let's hear it, we'll practice.."
She said lowering her feet a little, as if to threaten you.
"After all, you are officially bound to my service for life, might as well get use to it. Beg me. Beg me for the pleasure of sniffing up all the gunk from between my sweaty toes.
Do it, or I make your new life a living hell, my little footsniffer."   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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