"In the name of the Jedi Order, I, Satele Shan strip you of the rank of Padawan"
This was all happening so fast. You had been caught snooping around a forbidden section of the temple by none other than grandmaster Satele herself. Your heart sunk as her voice boomed down to you.
"You shall be put to service under me, and more specifically..."
Said the Jedi Master, using the force to slide you closer to where she was seated in front of you, meditating.
"You shall personally service my feet. It will be a difficult task but you have a lifetime to adjust. Your duties will be simple ones of course, but you will find them difficult to fathom at first I'm sure. Firstly, these boots or any boots of mine for that matter don't breath, therefore whenever I am not beside you, you shall be breathing for them with you nose dug into the opening. There's years of usage in those thing that make them feel all the way to coruscant and you will not stop huffing my boots until you sniff up every trace off my footstench from each boot."
Taking off her boots in front of you, you felt Satele force your head into the ground, dragging your head face up under her big, meaty feet. Her soles glistening with sweat and her small, pudgy toes held small specks of toejam captive between them, both feet assaulting your nose with the nasty stink of a fine cheddar left out under the suns of Tatooine for over a month. Before you knew it, both of her feet closed in on you, her toes spreading wide to capture your nose between them.
"Secondly, this is how you shall spend each day with me. you'll becoming very familiar with having your face trapped under my swamp-like feet. As I don't give myself time to wash often, you'll at first find it difficult to cope, but every day you will be in this position. You will be grateful that I slather your face with my sweaty feet and you will learn to properly breath while I smother your nose in my foul toes, learn to breath in the pure stink of ripe feet while I hold your nose between my toes.
I can see my smelly feet are already numbing your mind, just keep taking nice and deep breaths and once you fall asleep, I can fill your mind with force visions of my foul feet. Once I imprint the though of you sniffing my feet into your unconscious mind, it won't take long until I have you sniffing at my heels no matter how horrid you find them."
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