You give a small moan, disappointed with your unworthy self. Tails smirks, wondering just how low he can make you feel. It'll be fun to find out. Gripping your hair with his toes, he lifts your head out of his shoe.
"Turn it over."
After you obey he forces your head down again, pressing your face close to the filthy sole of his shoe. You shiver as the smell of dirt, rubber, grass, and the various things he's stepped in fills your nose.
Ahhhhh
You feel light headed and giddy with pleasure. You just want to take in this wonderful scent forever and....
"Hey!"
A sharp stomp to the head brings you back to reality. Not wanting to displease your master any further you eagerly lick away at the bottom of his shoe, swallowing the dirt and crud like it was candy and greedily licking between the treads, determined to not miss a single spot. Tails watches on in approval as you completely clean one shoe then move on the next. Once he's satisfied with the job you've done, he rubs your head with his foot, treating you like a dog that had done well.
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