You had come to the conclusion that this might just have been what you were born for. You had spent your entire life in a box, waiting to serve like this. Even if you were to escape right now, what would your life be like living among giants? And anyways, you figured there were probably worse masters to serve than this one. You step towards the second toe on her right foot. From this close you could see the dirt trapped under her partially painted nails, as well as the stinky dirt greased between her toes. You could see your own face reflected in the tarnished polish of a small, silver toe ring on that toe, worn down by wear and sweat. You stared at your own reflection as you kissed the end of Brooke's toe.
"See, that's not so bad! You'll make a great foot pamperer!" Her toes wiggled a little with excitement. You begged to differ though. Your lips stung a little from the dried salt on her skin. The scent of her foot hung perpetually on your lips, just under your nose. It wasn't incredibly terrible, but made you feel uncomfortable. "Let's start with something simple," she snuggled into the couch, keeping her feet on the table as she grabbed her remote and turned on the TV. Some kind of flashy cartoon played on the TV behind you. You had never seen TV before, so you started to turn around to watch.
After a few minutes, her big toe poked the side of her head. She was trying to be gentle, but the force still knocked you onto your butt. "Hey, I don't mind if you watch, little guy. But while you do, mind cleaning out these toes? I think that's where most of that smell is coming from... and that is kind of why I bought you. No offense." You turned back around to see her toes spread out on the white-painted wood of the coffee table. With a small sigh, you wedge yourself into her big and second toe. Greasy old sweat coats your body on all sides as you go to the webbing between her toes. "It might help if you use that tiny tongue. Just a thought," she said, but wasn't even looking at you anymore.
This was a colossal job for someone only a few inches tall. But you pressed your face into the webbing of her toes, trying to hold your breath as the air burned your eyes a bit. There was a faint humidity coming from her skin, exacerbating the raunchy odor. But you diligently stuck out your tongue and licked the grimy skin. It was a bitter, salty taste. Specks of dirt and sand coated the inside of your tiny mouth as you worshiped this woman you barely knew. Specks of dirt and hair that were stuck to the toes were loosened by your saliva, allowing you to pluck them out and move them to the side. She laughed as she watched her show, occasionally getting distracted by messages on her phone. As you moved from toe to toe, you had to struggle to keep your mouth moist. You couldn't hold your breath forever
The smell was overwhelming,, burning your nose and forcing you to take small, labored breaths. You were starting to feel dizzy. Everything just tasted like salt after a while, and you were dying for some water. Real water. She seemed to forget you were there sometimes, and would squeeze you with her toes- idly fidgeting with your body. After a few episodes, she finally looked down to check on you, to see how you had done.
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