Comply

You swallowed saliva. Eyes closed, body trembling. You would rather die than to do what you were going to do.

You suddenly realized how strong the smell became. It was just because of you being near her foot. Not at one meter no. At ten centimeters, all in front of you sweaty foot flesh, its warmth making you feel like in summer besides the cold temperature of the room.

You stuck up your tongue while approaching your objective. The stink burned your nose like capsaicin yet you could still note all the nuances, hints and whatever in the smell. It was like disgust rose along with the pain, not just physical but mainly mental.

In the exact same moment when your taste buds made contact with the air, you noticed a powerful taste in your mouth. It was just like the brain-piercing cheesy reek that you were enduring, just in taste form.

Just the microscopic droplets of sweat than filled the atmosphere were enough to give you a strong kick to your tongue. They mimicked the smell to the smallest detail but the sensation was even stronger.

Then, the big moment. The one that you feared all this time. Your tongue made contact not with the humid feet skin, but with the thick layer of viscous sweat that coated it.

The vile liquid slipped slowly from the sweaty mass to your open mouth. Knowing how impassive the whole film was, the speed at which it flowed down could only be explained with a weird interaction with your saliva.

A cheesy flavour exploded in your mouth far more potent than anything you had tasted. The hot slimy liquid entered inside your body, not even a spoonful but just a drop and you were retching like you never did.

You backed up instantly from its power and you spitted up the nasty product of Charlie's foul foot.

"Dearie, you know that you have to swallow the sweat, right? After all, they are going to be an important part of your diet..." She said, in a surprisingly affectionate voice.

Even though she was the one that administered your ****, she clearly loved you in a kinda warped way...

"Jokes aside, you are my husband and here, men are expected to feed on their whatever their wives' feet produce..." She concluded.

You swallowed saliva again. The heel didn't disappoint, even worse than you expected. You knew that besides her sadistic personality, Charlie made this for your own good.

Who knows whatever monster would you be handled to if she couldn't make you do your chores.

"This is how their society works after all" You thought "I don't want to get punished, she will clearly do it if I don't comply"

And with that way of thinking, you approached Charlie's left heel again. The sweat that you licked off completely replaced along with a complete new layer of fresh, very liquid sweat that slided down to the floor over the slimy film.

To be honest, it was making a big puddle. When some of it solidified over your mistress' feet, the rest could only flow as the sea of slime reached its peak thickness.

You pulled a face. The amount of liquid on the floor was enough so that you could dunk your entire hand to your wrist, because of the viscosity of the liquid. But that wasn't the sweat you were supposed to lick off.

Once again, like a pathetic dog, you crawled to her heel until your lips were practically touching her feet. You took a breath. Bad decision, the stink hit your brain like a knockout blow. But you had a job.

The tongue was just about to make contact with the slime. And then it came. A hand pushed your head against the sweaty heel. Not only did you touch her sweat with your tongue but also her incredibly soft, along with rank, foot skin.

Your blonde-haired wife's face was revealed to be surprisingly close to you, her body bent with her legs stretched, like a gymnast, a testimony of her flexibility.

"I know this is not your favourite thing" Charlie began "But this is going to be your new routine. This and worse. So please, try to go faster so that I don't have to punish you" She asked.

You couldn't hear a thing. You were in such shock from your current predicament that your mind was locked in your sense, more precisely, in your taste and in your smell to a lesser extent.

Your tongue retracted as it touched her heel skin yet your mouth remained open, even more because of the sudden push of Charlie's hand.

The film of sweat went 4 mm deep so your entire mouth was sunk inside it along with the rest of your face.

As an anatomic response, your nose inhaled because of the push, so you ended up sucking your wife's sweat through your nose, which felt on fire.

"SUCK" Charlie commanded. This time you heard her clearly. You were **** and overly stressed from sensory overload. Your hands firmly gripped the thick liquid on the pond of nastiness than your blonde goddess' feet left behind.

Defeated and broken, your mind **** your body to absorb the vile product of her disgusting feet.

The sweat, once thick enough to sustain a layer half as thick as a finger, quickly liquified as it made contact with your skin.

"Maybe it is my own sweat that changes hers' consistency" You thought to yourself, the first time your brain processed more than just suffering since just a minute ago.

Then the disaster came. Your mouth was quickly filled with the slimy liquid. No place to hide your tongue. Only foot sweat coating your teeth, inner cheeks, palate and basically every single taste bud you had.

To describe the sensation would be very hard. It was like someone made a cheese, let it rot inside a barrel of seawater and after a century, put together a million of these and compressed them into just a droplet.

It was otherworldly cheesy and salty. Before you had only less than a centiliter inside. Now your mouth was coated on it.

You knew you had to swallow. It was the main reason Charlie wanted you to do this as it was impossible to clean her feet and she didn't look like she wanted them spotless.

Grasping her heel with your hands from the psychological and physical pain and shedding almost the same volume of tears as the sweat you were to drink down, you closed your eyes and let the slime slide down slowly through your gullet.

Even after swallowing, the aftertaste it left was awful. You noticed something viscous inside your throat and looking up to the foul source made you gag profoundly like you never did.

So, you continued the process again and again. You pressed your lips against Charlie's left heel and you filled your mouth with sweat only to struggle to take it down to your stomach. She eventually closed her eyes and limited herself to just enjoying your "efforts".

More sweat dripped down continuously, mostly from above but also from the heel itself. Some of it fell down into your face while you were "working" so vast was the volume of fluid produced.

You lost your track of time, swallowing what could be gallons and gallons of sweat. You wanted to stop desperately but you didn't want to disappoint your new wife, who spent the whole time moaning every time your tongue made contact with her foot, as you knew she had worse things in mind.

Suddenly when you were in the middle of mowing down another batch, Charlie picked you with her hand, fingers under your armpits so that you won't fall. Then she said:

"You spent two hours drinking sweat non-stop. Not bad for a newbie, I should say" She was smiling at you, with a little bit of concern but mostly lust.

"You cannot imagine how pleasurable your tongue was on my skin. You made me wet" She explained before she licked her lips.

"Now I want to change my position so I can see you worshipping my soles. Don't worry about my other heel, I just want to feed you my sweat and allow your tongue to fulfill my horny desires" She told you.

Now her legs were crossed and her left foot was facing up in a horizontal position. With a light push of her right leg, she managed to make it so that it was totally parallel to the ground and you couldn't slide down in any way.

And then, she dropped you down into her heel, your naked body over her soft skin. The smell was horrible as you were closer to her toes in this position.

"Lay down with your ankles on the border of my heel" She ordered. You obeyed, even when you knew what was going to happen. Your entire body was touching her sole now, your head right in the center of her arch.

You noticed how humid her foot was. The overactive pores were generating sweat non-stop and the air you were breathing was mostly the steam it came from it evaporating.

Obviously, that steam had a reek that made you sick to the core but that was only half of the story.

It was quite strange that the sweat changed its state so quickly in a room which was almost sub-zero, so that could only mean one thing.

Yeah. Charlie's foot was inhumanly hot. You would be trembling from the cold if you were away from them, but being literally over them made you feel like you were in a tropical jungle. A pretty stinky one.

Also, a waterfall of the smelly liquid formed thanks to the amount produced. The sound of water being spilled filled your ears, only to be interrupted by Charlie's voice.

"Well Sam, it's time to start your routine" She announced, happily. It was clear that, although she cared for your wellbeing a little bit, she was fond of feet worshipping to the point of being turned on and making noises every time your saliva reached her peds.

"Please, start by licking my arch. Move by crawling over my sole, no all fours, belly on foot" She told you with a bit of a mocking tone "The surface may be a little bit slippery, but I may help you if I feel like you need some help"

Defeated, you obeyed your wife as you began to dip your tongue in the wet surface of her foot arch. The sweat was noticeably more than on the heel, not by the zone being more prone to doing so, but from the curvature of her arch, which made many of the fresh sweat to slide down to it.

Then it started. Long licks across her sole, collecting untold amounts of perspiration over her soft skin.

Incredibly, the mind-melting stench began to rise again and again, without signs of having a limit. Then a nightmarish thought crossed your mind "Could it be that her toej…" You erased the nasty image of Charlie's toe cheese from your brain, so revolting it was.

She was a kind soul. She did see you with love in her eyes. But she had the same type of sadism as her brethren. To make a tiny man suffer her feet. And it seemed that she was going to increase the intensity as much as she could.

Certainly, foot worship was beyond sexual intercourse for her. The noises she made gave you the impression that she may be enjoying your tongue in her feet more than you were despising it.

You spent one hour and a half enduring this ****. If you were on Earth, you could say that you drank more than three times your weight on sweat.

Charlie's arch was a mini pond of fluids at this point. Every time you tried to caress her sole with your tongue, you had your nose almost sunk into the vile liquid because of the sheer volume of it.

You didn't have the most minimal intent of swallowing but your wife said in the middle of the action, with a exhausted tone:

"Every time… hah, hah… you give my foot a lick… hah, hah… take a mouthful of its sweat… hah, hah, hah… Then swallow"

So you spent 90 minutes doing that disgusting and repetitive task without rest. Your mind was broken from the hellish taste and vile smell.

Charlie then dropped you on the floor, then said:

"You did well… hah, hah… for your first time Sam. I've almost climaxed. I feel… hah, hah… thankful that I have the pleasure to have you serve me, although you seem to be suffering a lot" She concluded while panting, rightly so.

After a while, she stopped, seeming to have recovered:

"I would call it a day but the rules here forbids me to do so. Then here's the deal: I will ask you to do a last thing to me. One that will probably let me get my desired satisfaction" She announced.

"So if you fulfill this last task I will let you have a break until tomorrow, when the official bridal enslavement begins. Also, I might give you an additional reward if you prove to be worthy of it. So I won't delay it more, the task is…"