CC - Bug and dust under sandals
Claudia slammed the car door and walked into the garage. On the dusty concrete, a bug lay dying, its wings crumpled. She didn’t slow down. The sole of her sandal crushed the insect; the deep treads instantly trapped it, its mangled body sticking to the rubber.
In the bathroom, she sat on the edge of the vanity and extended her feet.
"Lick my soles."
The slave licked diligently tongue flat, then pointed dislodging the bug piece by piece until it vanished entirely into his mouth. Claudia nodded.
"Good."
The other sole was dirty and dusty, which was less unpleasant for her slave.
Time was running out. Growing impatient, she pressed down harder and began rotating her foot in slow, firm circles, grinding the sole against his tongue to scrape off the stubborn remnants. When he faltered, she deliberately crushed his tongue hard enough to make him wince. The pain roused him. He resumed, more determined, until the rubber gleamed clean and looking almost new.
Claudia withdrew her foot and walked away.