After I got home, I just wanted to seat and talk to my friend.
As I go through the main door, my slave, being the good boy he is, crawls to me to greet me, but I’m tired and I don’t even acknowledge him, and go straight to the kitchen.
The foot bitch desperately crawls through the floor behind me, and as soon as I seat on the kitchen stool, he obediently kneels, waiting for my command.
I start to talk on the phone with my friend, and order my foot bitch to kiss my feet through my beautiful stiletto sandals.
After a couple of minutes, I tell him to take them off, and to start licking my feet.
His tongue feels so good on my soles and toes. I’ve been on my feet all day, and they were so sweaty, but my slave’s mouth makes them feel refreshed, as he washes every inch of them with his tongue.
He has to behave, otherwise he gets punished. Not with physical pain, as we’re way beyond that. I punish him through denial, and that’s enough.
