CC - Serpillière humaine
Claudia had fine-tuned her setup with sadistic precision. A metal footrest was fixed just above the slave’s head; he could do nothing but stare, in close-up, at the wretched state of her shoes and the vile task demanded of him.
This time, the soles were particularly repulsive. Simple licking wasn’t progressing fast enough for her liking. Claudia lost patience. She brutally pressed the entire sole against the slave’s face, crushing his open mouth, then began to scrub with deliberate, cruel slowness.
She was no longer content to let his tongue do the work on its own. She actively used it like a filthy human rag: scrubbing, crushing, twisting, and scraping the grime against his lips, his teeth, and the back of his tongue. With every movement, flakes of filth broke loose and fell straight into his open mouth. She asks him to keep his tongue completely extended, flat, and exposed so that he doesn't miss anything.. She loved watching the black grime smear across the pink of his tongue before vanishing down his throat.
She pressed harder whenever he groaned, driving the sole into his mouth until his lips distorted around the dirty rubber. The wet sounds, the muffled little noises of protest and disgust... She ensured that every millimeter of the sole was scrubbed against his tongue, that nothing went to waste, and that every speck of dirt ended up in his stomach.