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.

Ho avuto una giornata di lavoro così stressante.

Per fortuna, ho la mia puttana dei piedi pronta 24/7, così posso usarlo per incanalare le mie frustrazioni in modo sano... Almeno per me, giusto?

Appena varcata la porta, mi saluta, baciandomi i piedi. È incatenato e il suo cazzo è in gabbia.

Poi lo calpesto con i miei tacchi a stiletto affilati, facendolo soffrire mentre gli faccio anche leccare lo sporco dalle suole delle mie scarpe.

Poi deve adorare i miei piedi sudati, leccando le mie bellissime piante e tra le mie dita.

Solo un'altra giornata normale, per me e per il mio schiavo.

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.

Dopo una giornata intensa, non c'è niente di meglio che tornare a casa e usare il mio schiavo per soddisfare i miei bisogni.

Mi saluta, baciandomi i piedi come una brava cagnolina.

Poi gli faccio leccare le suole delle mie scarpe lucide con i tacchi alti.

Mi siedo sul divano, ma non sono soddisfatta. Ho bisogno di qualcosa di più.

Decido di sedermi sulla patetica faccia del mio schiavo.

Lui geme mentre la sua faccia viene schiacciata sotto il mio peso, cercando di respirare.

Gli dico di stare zitto. Inizio a rimbalzare il mio corpo, facendolo soffrire ancora di più.

È un sedile comodo, peccato che sia così brutto.

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!

Mi sono appena svegliata e, come la maggior parte di voi sa, la prima cosa che richiedo al mattino è farmi leccare i piedi.

Il mio schiavo sta riposando sotto il letto, ma lo sveglio velocemente, e lui striscia lentamente da sotto la struttura del letto e posiziona la faccia proprio sotto i miei piedi, così posso poggiarli sopra.

Gli dico di leccarli. Li adora disperatamente, dimostrandomi che è ancora degno di essere il mio schiavo. Mi siedo comoda e mi godo il sole mattutino che entra dalla finestra.

Poi mi alzo e proseguo la mia giornata, con il mio leccapiedi che striscia dietro di me come un verme patetico.

Sono stata in vacanza e passo il tempo in piscina.

Il mio schiavo è rinchiuso in un armadio, perché non voglio vedere la sua stupida faccia quando non lo sto usando.

Comunque, dopo qualche ora in piscina, sono rientrata per poter parlare con un’amica.

Mi sono seduta su una sedia e ho aperto l’armadio, liberando la mia puttana dei piedi.

Lui si è inginocchiato davanti a me, baciandomi i piedi.

Poi gli ho detto di leccarli, così da potermi rilassare mentre parlavo al telefono. Ho anche usato la sua faccia come poggiapiedi.

Dopo essermi soddisfatta, gli ho ordinato di tornare nell’armadio, così che potessi tornare in piscina.

È fantastico avere un posto dove tenere il mio schiavo fuori dalla vista, e farlo uscire solo quando ho bisogno di farmi venerare i piedi!