Once I went home from school and I was met by my uncle, and offered to take me home. I agreed, along the way we decided that we would go to him and sit for a while. We came to him. At home he was not clean—everywhere his things lay. He offered to go sit in the kitchen, we drank a little, and I stayed with him to spend the night. He told me how hard it was for him to live alone, and that he was looking for a housekeeper.

And while he was telling me this, I looked at his feet 43-44 in size, and the dirty socks that lay on the couch. When he fell asleep in his room, I was afraid to go there, but I decided to do the cleaning at his house, then sat down, picked up his dirty white socks and began to smell them. What a pleasant fragrance from them emanated. But then, I went to the bathroom and washed his socks. I stayed overnight with him. In the morning, I cooked him breakfast, cleaned his shoes and went home.

That evening he called me and invited me to his place, I agreed. When I came, he was lying on the sofa, a little drunk.

- You're so good! Even my girlfriend did not clean my shoes, did not wash my socks. Tell me you do not want to work like this with me. I will pay normally, but will you help me around the house?

"I do not think I can."

- You can.

- Yes, and I do not need money. I just helped you.

- Well, that money is not needed, it's great. You will prove to me how much you respect and love me. Yes?

- Yes! Very much.

"Get to work."

After these words, he fell asleep, and I began to do the cleaning in his apartment. I patted his things. All cleaned and thrown into the laundry and rose to his knees. He slept, and I sniffed his sweaty socks, then I carefully took them off and massaged his heels with my tongue. As a result, I fell asleep at his feet.

So I worked for him. At first everything was fine, but then some kind of arrogance started. One day he came home with his friends, and they were about to drink. A little drunk, and he started shouting to me

"Hey guys will meet you, this is my servant." And he will do everything you tell him.

I realized that he was very drunk, and he cannot be angry right now. One of his friends said to climb under the table and get his lighter, but when I climb he puts his foot on me and I could not get out. The second threw his sneaker at me and said to clean until they left. The third one was generally drunk, took me to the toilet with him, I helped him to lower his pants, brought slippers, did a foot massage. In short, I fully serviced his friends.

When everyone was gone, my master was already asleep. Feet on the table. In white sweaty socks. I sniffed them, kissed and licked them, but then:

- What are you doing eh?

- Sorry, I just wanted to see the socks clean or not.

- And for this you have been sniffing my socks for 2 hours already. All right, now get to work.

He looked at me, I continued to sniff, then took off his socks, and began to lick his sweaty soft feet. He lay and laughed at me, and it made me even more excited. He played with me, thrust his white socks into my mouth, made me chew. He kicked me with his feet. Then he called me his dog.

Now I am his slave for the feet.