I'm getting ready for a date with my new boyfriend.

While I'm talking on the phone with him, my bitch slave is pathetically licking my feet, showing me the difference between a real man and a human maggot.

He sucks on my toes, while I passionately talk with my boyfriend telling him how ridiculous my slave is.

After a few minutes, I order my foot bitch to put my high heeled sandals on my feet, and leave the hotel suite, abandoning the sorry excuse of a man that my slave is.

I'm on a business trip, handling important work and managing incompetent people.

I'm at the desk in my hotel suite.

I'm resting my high heeled office shoes on my slave's face.

He's lying on the floor, handcuffed, with his cock imprisoned in a cage. Ridiculous.

He worships my shoes, while I talk on the phone.

I then make him lick my feet, while I vent my frustrations whipping him.

I use his face as footrest, pressing my beautiful soles on it.

I'm sitting on the couch, relaxing.

My pathetic slave is smelling my nylon feet, completely obsessed with the aroma.

I tell him to kiss my soles.

I then realize how smelly my nylons must be, so I command my slave to lie down on the floor.

I step on his body and make him wash my nylons with his mouth.

So stupid, how he looks, while I gag him with my feet and slap his stupid face.

After my nylons are washed, I tell him to take them off and to start kissing my soft, sweaty soles.

I got something new for my slave. A little whip.

He's miserably lying on the floor, with his hands cuffed behind his back, and his cock caged.

I sit on the couch, and show him our new toy.

He crawls towards me, like a pathetic worthless maggot.

I command him to worship my feet, and every time he does it improperly, I whip his back.

He moans in pain, and every time he moans, I whip him again.

It's so pleasurable to play with his mind. So ridiculous, and yet so enjoyable to me.

J'ai eu une journée de travail tellement stressante.

Heureusement, j'ai ma salope à pieds prête 24/7, donc je peux l'utiliser pour canaliser mes frustrations de manière saine... Du moins pour moi, non ?

Dès que je franchis la porte, il me salue en embrassant mes pieds. Il est enchaîné et sa bite est en cage.

Ensuite, je le piétine avec mes talons aiguilles pointus, le faisant souffrir tout en lui faisant lécher la saleté du dessous de mes chaussures.

Ensuite, il doit adorer mes pieds en sueur, lécher mes magnifiques plantes et entre mes orteils.

Juste une autre journée normale, pour moi et pour mon esclave.

I'm sitting comfortably on my couch, with my legs crossed.

My pathetic slave is kneeling in front of me, desperate for my commands.

I tell him to kiss the dirty bottoms of my beautiful high heeled shoes.

After a little while, I order him to take my shoes off and to kiss my gorgeous soles.

He kisses, while also smelling the scent trapped between my toes, inhaling the divine aroma.

I then make him worship my feet. He licks the soles and suck on my toes.

My feet are beautiful, and a temptation to any man desperate to serve me.

Après une journée chargée, il n'y a rien de mieux que de rentrer à la maison et d'utiliser mon esclave pour satisfaire mes besoins.

Il me salue en embrassant mes pieds comme une bonne petite chienne.

Ensuite, je lui fais lécher le dessous de mes chaussures à talons hauts brillantes.

Je m'assois sur le canapé, mais je ne suis pas satisfaite. J'ai besoin de quelque chose de plus.

Je décide de m'asseoir sur le visage pathétique de mon esclave.

Il gémit pendant que son visage est écrasé sous mon poids, essayant de respirer.

Je lui dis de se taire. Je commence à faire rebondir mon corps, le faisant souffrir encore plus.

C'est un siège confortable, c'est dommage qu'il soit si laid.

I know how hungry my slave is for my gorgeous feet.

I'm a merciful Goddess, so I give him the privilege of satisfying his hunger for my dusty soles and sweaty toes.

He's leashed, crawling behind him. I sit on chair, and I start to play with his desperation, by ordering him to caress and kiss my legs. He then proceeds to my feet.

He carefully kisses me feet, slowly descending into his own humiliation, until he has no choice but to start sucking on my toes and licking my dusty soles.

His hunger is my privilege. His despair is my luxury.

As I was getting ready to rest, I got distracted and just laid in my bed, exposing my beautiful white socks.

My slave knows that I expect my feet to get worshipped every time I'm relaxing, so he quickly put his nose and mouth to work.

He began by smelling my socks, inhaling the sweet aroma from my divine feet.

He then removed the socks and started to passionately kiss and lick my soles, and eventually started to suck my toes and lick in between them.

I was pleased, but not surprised. After all, he's my slave, and I expect him to do his job.

My slave has many purposes and uses.

One of them is to just be my floor.

As I'm sitting on a chair, I'm resting my sexy high heeled mules on his face and chest, ignoring the fact the sharp heels are digging on his skin.

After a couple minutes I command him to take the heels off my feet, so that I can a relax a bit more. I tell him to massage them. He complies.

When I'm done with the massage, I just put my feet on his stupid face, to remind him of his place.

I then order him to put my heels back on, and leave. He crawls behind me like a pathetic maggot.

After a day at the pool, my feet got so dirty from walking all day on the grass and pavement.

I knew this wasn't a problem, because I have someone ready to clean my beautiful soles as soon as I get inside.

My slave was waiting for me, awaiting for my arrival.

I showed him how disgusting my feet were. He took a glance, knowing what we would endure to satisfy my needs.

I told him to lay on his back. I then stood on him, trampling on his belly and chest.

He put his tongue, and I started to drag my filthy soles on it.

My feet started to get cleaner right away, while my slave had to swallow all that filth and grime.

I wasn't fully satisfied, so I told him to suck on my dirty, sweaty toes.

Poor foot bitch, turned into a human foot washing machine!

Je sais à quel point tu es désespéré de me servir et de m'adorer.

Je sais que tu me paierais pour lécher la saleté et la crasse sous mes semelles dégueulasses. Tu es répugnant et pitoyable.

Tu crois que je ne remarque pas que tu regardes mes pieds avec obsession, mais tu te trompes. Je l'ai remarqué dès ton apparition.

Tu es un obsédé des pieds et tu le sais.

Profite, et rêve d'être ma petite salope à pieds minable. C'est tout ce que tu obtiendras jamais de moi : un fantasme.