LadyNataly

Your slave tongue needs to get to work today. Just look at my filthy soles – this can’t go on. You’re in the right spot under the table, so get on with it. Otherwise I’ll have to punish you. Let’s see how much pain you can take – my heels are divine, after all. You’re such a crybaby. Are you finally done? Then get lost, you loser.

Me and my divine boots – aren’t they gorgeous? You’re sitting just right, you boot slave. I’m going to test just how much pain your nipples can take. The clamps are sitting nicely on your nipples, now just the heels to go, lovely. But the soles need cleaning too, come on, make an effort, you loser. You’ll get my spit in your face to help you along. Right then, you’ve got everything you need. Your tongue and my spit. Am I not gracious?

Come here, my boot slave. Today you’re getting the full pampering treatment. You get to lick my dirty soles, you get to lick my spit off my boots, and your nipples have a date with my heels. Sounds like paradise for you, doesn’t it, slave? Am I not a gracious goddess? Then do your job properly. Are you finished? Say thank you and get lost, you loser.

You street mutt, do you want to serve your mistress? Well then, let’s get on with it... Down you go, as you should. Now bark for me; you’re allowed to lick my dirty soles. Because you don’t listen, you mutt, you’re going to be punished. Let’s see how much pain you can take, you whining rag. When you’re done, get back to your doghouse. You loser.

Now look at my boots – they can’t stay like this. Are the soles going to stay this filthy? Come on then, you boot slave, get under the table and lick them as befits a slave to his goddess. Does your little cock twitch when you’re allowed to lick your goddess’s soles? It’s a lovely job for you, you loser.

I want my high heels to be clean at the office too. So slave, get under the table – you know what your job is. Lick my heels nice and clean; the dirt from the street has to go. Your tongue is just right for that. To make it comfortable for me, I’ll rest my heels on your nipples. There are clamps on them already, which will intensify your pain even more. I like that. When you’re done, you’ll disappear. You loser.

Don’t I have divinely beautiful feet? The high heels make them even more divine. Rejoice, for my heels will be standing on your nipples. You may lick the soles, along with the dirt stuck to them. Does the sight of this heavenly vision make your little slave cock twitch? Right then, you may get started, you loser.

My old, filthy ballerina flats. Just look at what you’ve got to lick – six months’ worth of grime. Is your little slave cock twitching? Come on, lick it properly – I don’t want to see a trace of that filth left. You’re good for nothing else, you loser. Are you done? Then get lost.

Once again, you can’t wait to lick your mistress’s soles. Come on, do it nice and slowly, so you can feel the grime on your tongue. You love it, and your little slave cock is getting all wet. You’re such a pathetic loser – come on, get on with it, you loser.

Your head makes a great footstool for me – see, it works. And you get to suck my soles and heels. Well, you like that, don’t you, you shoe slave? Is your little cock twitching? It’s just hot air coming out of you anyway, you loser.

Your worthless, fat hands, you slave. Come on, hold them out and enjoy it when your mistress walks all over them. Thank me for the attention and the pain. I’ve had my fun. You’re a loser.

I love it when the soles of my feet are nice and clean. Who’s responsible for that? That’s right, you. Do you love the taste of dirt? See, so stick out your tongue and get on with it. I don’t want to have to say it again. Let that street grime melt on your tongue before you swallow it. I can see you’re enjoying it and it turns you on. You’re a loser, come on, carry on.

Just look at my divine white high heels. You can’t wait to clean the soles with your tongue. You’re already getting restless and your little cock is getting wet. Come on then, you can get started. Do it properly, or there’ll be consequences. You loser

You can see that the soles of my high heels need cleaning. I’m busy, so get under the table. Now get on with it, you shoe slave. Lick the soles nice and clean; you can swallow the dirt. Now do the other one – don’t forget the heels. You’d deserve to be punished all day if I saw this. So get out of here now.

The slave enjoys licking my filthy soles. He makes an effort, and I like it. He also gets to suck my 12-cm heels – a very special treat. Would you like to try that too? Come on, be brave.
Right then, my shoe slave, once the soles are clean, you can get lost.

Your gracious mistress. You may lick my soles and savour the filth from them, then swallow it. And because I am being so gracious to you, I shall place my heels on your nipples. So savour the filth whilst you’re in pain. It could even be your birthday today, you loser.

Come on, slave, your mistress needs an ashtray and the soles of my boots need cleaning. So that’s exactly your job – enjoy being allowed to swallow your mistress’s cigarette ash. For a more refined taste, I’ll spit on my boot, which you’ll then have to lick off. A feel-good package for you, you loser. Now swallow the filter and get lost.

Pain, pain, pain – that’s exactly what you need. You’re my plaything, and look how I’m playing with you. My heels are getting a proper workout, and the nipple clamps add to the fun. Well, I’m enjoying it. So come on now, lick my soles and heels and get lost. Loser

To me, you’re nothing but a pastime. You must obey your mistress’s every word. Come and lick the soles of my boots clean; don’t forget the heels. Do I always have to tell you? Your nipples have to endure it; the clamps are set very tight. It’s particularly painful for you when I tear them off with my boots. Pain and licking my boots at the same time – a paradise for you, you loser.

Are you thirsty? Your Mistress will take care of you again. Sit down and enjoy the coffee your Mistress is spitting into your mouth. Swallow it and think about the fact that your mistress has mixed it with her divine spit. Because you swallowed it so nicely, you’re allowed to lick my boots clean, which have been splattered. It was quite a successful coffee party for you, loser.