Foot Worship
Princess Alice: He's licking my work socks.
I call the foot-slut over and tell him straight away what he has to do today. I want to see him lick my musty work socks clean after an 8-hour shift at the organic store. But first, my Vans sneakers get kissed and licked. If he does that nicely, he can take off my sneakers and lick my socks. Mmm, they smell deliciously musty, and the soles are a bit dusty too. He can lick and swallow the dust from the soles of my socks. So, are you jealous? Do you want to lick my socks too?
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Miss Lilly: Today is gaming day, and he has to lick my feet and socks.
Today is gaming day, and I enjoy gaming for hours. Slaves aren't allowed to play with me; they have to motivate me. The slave is allowed to lick my musty socks while I play, and also my sweaty feet, because when I'm excited while playing, my feet tend to sweat because I get very warm. Today he has the following task: He has to motivate me by licking my feet. The more exciting the scenes on the console are, the more and faster he has to lick. If I need to concentrate, he has to stop for a moment and only smell my feet. He has to lick my feet and encourage me. My socks and my bare feet have to be licked to motivate me, and woe betide the slave if I lose the game! In the end, my bare feet get a bit cold while I play, so he has to return to his normal position as my warming footstool and offer his face as a warm footrest. Too bad he got a few kicks in the game because of my reaction. Oh well, he can thank me with foot kisses and come back the next gaming day.
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Miss Lilly: He's licking my disgusting socks!
So the little whore wants to lick my disgusting socks? He wants that so badly, but he has to qualify first. First, he has to lick my patio and basement shoes clean. The shoes are so disgustingly dirty, and I've never actually cleaned them. There's years of dirt on them. Come on, slave, kiss and lick my dirty shoes. If you're a good foot licker, you'll get the hottest and most disgusting socks at the same time. For a week, I walked through the hallway and basement wearing these socks especially for the slave. Every walk was a pleasure in my mind, because I knew the slave would eagerly lick my socks clean. Can he do that? I don't think so! But I want to see him lick them, I want to see his slave tongue licking under my disgustingly dirty socks. As a thank you, he is allowed to eat the socks and I support him by spitting in his mouth.















