You were exhausted. You hadn't even finished the last few toes yet, and it was hard to tell if the sweat on your face belonged to you or your new master. Suddenly you heard the noise from the TV stop. You looked over her foot to see Brooke staring at you, and she looked disappointed. "Aw, you didn't finish yet? I have to say I' a little disappointed." She leaned forward and picked you up by your legs. "Here, let me give you a demonstration." She then began to use your body to floss between the remaining toes. Dirt and sweat coated your tiny body. She buffed out dead or peeling skin with your face. The whole ordeal was awful. The friction hurt your skin.
"See, now that's better." Brooke removed your limp body from her toes and smiled at you. "You'll get the hang of it eventually, don't worry!" She set you down next to her on the ground, on top of a flip flop. You could see a footprint made of dirt on the Grey foam of the sole. "I'm going to go make us some food, little guy. In the meantime, you can practice cleaning my sole by licking that clean!" She said cheerfully as she stood up, and walked to the kitchen.
The flip flop stank of foot sweat, and the dirt seemed ingrained in the material. You leaned down and hesitantly licked the dirt, then shuddered. Along with the too familiar taste of her foot, the plastic left a bitter aftertaste on your tongue. You didn't want to lick this clean, but if you didn't, who was to say if she would be as forgiving as the last time you let her down.
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