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I just got home from the office and a few girls told Me that they used to date you, and how you hated feet. You refused to give them foot rubs because their feet always smelled bad. Ha! Then I told them that you were My foot slave. I also invited them over. Not just the girls from the office; but every single one of your ex girlfriends. Every. Single. One. They will all be here soon with stinky feet. You will be a slave to all of them as well as Me. Oh, and I told them to prep their feet to be as stinky as possible. It's going to be a nice little foot party. I’m going to turn them all into Dommes, and you will have to be a slave to them as well.