Your Foot Slave Training Starts Now
You're chained. Kneeling. My foot is inches from your face. Dirty. Sweaty. Waiting. I am your Russian Mistress and I have absolutely no patience for your pathetic existence. The chain around your neck reminds you that you're not leaving until I say. And I won't say until my feet are clean. I will tell you exactly how to lick my soles. How to suck each toe. How to use your worthless tongue to remove every speck of dirt from my skin. And while you work, I will remind you what you are, a foot slave, a tongue with no opinions, a creature whose only value is the pressure of his lips against my dirty sole. You'll obey. Because you're trained. Because somewhere in that broken little brain, you know this is where you belong. On the floor. Chained. Licking.
So open your mouth. Stick out your tongue. And prove to your Russian Mistress that you're good for something after all.