

You've always been a fan of mine. You think I have the most beautiful, sexy feet. You wrote to me countless times, begging to be one of my pets, and now I've finally written back, accepting you. You thought serving me would be a dream, but you were wrong.
On your first day, I put a leash on you and tell you that the first thing you need to do is learn to love the scent of my smelly feet. My foot odor is so strong that you can smell it once you walk in. You know you can't survive sniffing them up close, but you have no choice.
You have to smell my feet through my stinky socks, then directly from my bare soles. I say you'll get used to it over time, but you're not sure I care if you do.