Princess Stella and I love a good tease, and nothing says denial quite like chastity. Our poor, pathetic submissive has his useless dick locked up while we taunt him with our perfect feet. We allow him to smell, lick, and kiss our soles, toes, and arches, but what he really wants is a footjob. Silly sub, he knows he doesn't deserve that. We take great pleasure in making him ache and strain in his cage, rubbing our feet all over him, leaving our sad, desperate foot bitch begging for more.

The only proper way to end a hard workout is to have a lucky sub worship my sweaty ass in my sweaty leggings. I allow Evariste the privilege of burying his face between my perfect cheeks and tasting my sweaty socks, but of course there's a catch. He's going to have to endure round after round of my ass crushing his face, hardly letting him catch his breath. Lucky for him, every gulp of air he takes is potent with the aroma of my sweat.

I was in town visiting Princess Stella for a short while and she found the perfect way to release the stress of travel: busting a set of balls. This pathetic beta bitch is only good for one thing, and that's being a human punching bag. Good thing he proves himself useful to us. With every kick, knee, punch, and squeeze, the stress of the day just washes away. But we love it when it hurts, so we just keep going... and going... and going.