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.

I had such a stressful day at work.

Luckily, I have my foot bitch ready 24/7, so I can use him to channel my frustrations in a healthy way... At least for me, right?

As soon as I go through the door, he greets me, kissing my feet. He's chained and his cock is caged.

I then trample him with my sharp stiletto heels, making him suffer while I also make him lick the dirt from the bottoms of my shoes.

He then has to worship my sweaty feet, licking my beautiful soles and in between my toes.

Just another normal day, for me and for my slave.

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.

After a busy day, there's nothing better than getting home and use my slave to attend to my needs.

He greets me, kissing my feet like a good little bitch.

I then make him lick the bottoms of my shiny high heeled shoes.

I sit on the couch, but I'm not satisfied. I need something more.

I decide to sit on my slave's pathetic face.

He moans while his face gets crushed under my weight, trying to get some air.

I tell him to shut up. I start to bounce my body, making him suffer even more.

It's a comfortable seat, it's a shame it's so ugly.

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!

I know how desperate you are to serve and worship me.

I know that you'd pay me to lick the dirt and grime off my filthy soles. You're disgusting and pathetic.

You think that I'm not noticing that you're obsessively looking at my feet, but you're wrong. I noticed the moment you appeared.

You're a foot freak and you know it.

Enjoy, and dream about being my little, pathetic foot slut. That's all you'll ever gonna get from me: a fantasy.

I just woke up, and as most of you know, the first thing I require in the morning is having my feet licked.

My slave is resting under the bed, but I quickly wake him up, and he slowly crawls from under the bed frame, and positions his face right under my feet, so that I can rest them on it.

I tell him to lick them. He desperately worships them, proving me that he's still worth of being my slave. I sit back and enjoy the morning sun coming through the window.

I then get up and go on about my day, with my foot bitch crawling behind me like a pathetic worm.