Chapter 1

So, here’s a little story I took directly from my Tumblr thehypno-sharer. 

I would recommend to go read it there cause I have some very good pics that fit very well with the story. O had to add a lot more to it cause, you know, we need those 1000 words per story to get that premium.

Any way here it is.

A good foot dog.

Mike just came from the bar still feeling dizzy. Entering his house he stumbled into his chair so he could rest a bit. He was immersed surprised to look at the other couch seeing some guy sitting there with his feet on his table and with one shoe off.

-Hey punk, you finally home. I was getting tired of waiting for you.- The young guy said to Mike's surprise.

He was still too drunk and too tired to try and fight some random robber that wanted to menace him. And for some reason he felt as if there was no reason to be aggressive with the man. -Hey I don't know why you chose me, but just take whatever you came here to steal and leave. I'm not gonna call the police or anything, just leave sir-. Mile was surprised to suddenly refer to the man as "sir" but he quickly shrugged it off.

-Well I'm sorry boy but I did came here for something and that something is you boy. I'm in need of a new foot slave to worship me. So let's make this quickly and start smelling my shoe boy.-

Mike didn't knew how to react at what he just heard. Foot slave? What the hell was this guy talking about? He got annoyed at the guy and stand up to drag him out of his house. But before he could reach for the guy, he noticed his hand reaching for the shoe that was on the table and immediately got it close to his face. He was completely taken off guard by his own actions and felt back into his chair. He didn't knew how to react to what it was happening, but he quickly noticed there was something more important he should be thinking of. He should be thinking of the wonderful smell that was on his nose right now. The wonderful and powerful smell that was coming from the shoe he held to his nose.

-That's a good boy. Smell deeply. Feel the pleasure running through your body at the same time the odor from the shoe goes deep into your nose.- Mike could feel the pleasure on all of his body running wild as he took another deep sniff into the shoe he hold against his face. That pleasure started to build up and soon he found himself rock hard. But he was not touching himself, because he was not asked to. Something in his mind was telling him he should not touch himself if the man in front of him didn't told him to do so.

-Looks like someone is about to burst in those pants. Well I'm sorry boy but you will have to wait for some time before you can come. First you are going to cleaup some shoes I've been keeping dirty for some time.- The man took a backpack that was on the floor and from it he took out three pair of sneaker shoes. Immediately after he got them out a potent odor could be smelled from the shoes. Mike could do nothing but to get more aroused from the sudden impact to his nostrils.

-Well boy what are you waiting ? Get cleaning.- Mike immediately knew what he had to do and got into his knees. He reached out to the closest shoe and held it in front of his mouth. But before he could start on his cleaning the man stopped him. -No no boy, foot slaves are not persons. They have more in common with dogs than with normal people. Dogs smell and lick shoes just like foot slaves do. And dogs are always in all fours.- Mike immediately understood what the man, no, what Master ment and got his hands into the floor as he lined up the 3 pair of shoes with his mouth, ready to lick clean the dirt out of each one of them.

– That’s it. That’s a very boy. You are a very good foot dog –. Said the man while he got closer to Mike and started petting him on the head.

Mike wanted to say that he was a good foot dog, but when he opened his mouth the only thing that came out was a bark noise – ARF!! –.Mike was surprised about the thing he just made, he tried to speak but instead he barked. His mind for a moment was about to become normal again, but it was suddenly interrupted by the man that was petting his head.

 – Good boy!! – The man said. – You are a very good dog, that knows that dogs don’t know how to speak and they can only respond in barks like any other dog ‐

*Of course*. Mike thought. He was such a dumb dog for not remembering something so simple. He didn’t know why he got worried in the first place. After all, he was just a dog, and dogs never speak, no, they only bark. He knew that because that is what his master said, and anything that master said was the truth.

– Now doggy, are you ready to take the real deal. – The man said while raising his feet, covered by some very dirty socks, directly into Mike’s face.

Mike immediately got even more turned on that he already was and he just barked with excitement about the dirty feet the were right in front of him. 

– Okey then doggy, go get it –

Mike didn’t think twice before getting his nose right into toes of the dirty foot that was closer to him. It wasn’t long till he peeled the sock with his mouth out of the smelly foot, and started to eagerly lick the sole of of his Master foot. He was so happy to be a dumb foot loving dog that served his Master. And he didn’t remember to be anything else.