You kept on licking and licking and licking and licking. You felt like your jaw would just fall of at this point but you stayed strong even when Andy got mad and would shout at you saying, "C'MON YOU STUPID FUCKING SLAVE, BOTH F-ING FEET." Then you would quickly run to the other sweaty heel which easily dwarfed even at their size 7 or 9 inch size.
What scared you most was when Andy would squish and flex his toes. You felt as if he could easily pop your head with his bolder sized, tanned toes.
After a while Andy finally lay down his phone and laced his arms behind his head. "Ah this is good slave", you were surprised. Maybe something good could come of it.
"Ok slave, good work". You were so overjoyed that you just had to jump up and down. "I DIDN'T SAY STOP LICKING MAGGOT", Andy retorted, instantly you got down on your hands and knees to worship his heel. Andy reached down to get something from underneath the coffee table. When he held it up you were slightly daunted. It was a clear glass jam jar with a golden lid. About 3 and a half inches tall. You would only have an inch of head space. It had one tiny, little breathing hole in the top so you assumed the worst.
"So I've been thinking", Andy started. "Since you've been doing a *decent* job I can give you some time off and well, I don't want you to go insane. Now we wouldn't want that maggot, would we now?!", Andy chuckled but it just scared you. "Anyways, big brother Shaun told me I should always give a salve a small break as to not make them do suicide". This terrified you, could Andy or Shaun be so horrible that you would want to kill yourself! "Now, I'm going to soccer training soon and I *was* going to tape you to my back and make you drink all the sweat but I guess - that can wait..." Now Andy stared at you bottle in hand. "So I've decided you can stay in here".
You didn't know what to think, could this be good or bad. Andy suddenly lurched towards you. You had no chance of escaping the giant. His boy hands gripped you tightly, moving you towards the jar. "No master, I don't think, please!", you begged but he just roughly shoved you into the opening of the jar. When you lay at the bottom you had to admit it was quite uncomfortable. You could not even lay down straight, it was so cramped. Andy now looked down upon you and said, "I knew these would come in handy". "Oh please God no", you thought but it was. Andy's now two inside out black socks were squished into the jar too. Now it was very cramped and the smell, oh God. You were trapped. Andy screwed on the lid. "Nooo, Andy", you squealed but here you were, stuck.
After a few hours...
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