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Princess Bonny: Sweets for me, the salt from my soles for you!
It was a sunny afternoon when the mischievous mistress Princess Bonny hatched a plan. She grabbed a large bag of sweets and went to her slave, who was lying patiently on the floor. With a wicked grin, she sat directly on his stomach and firmly slid her feet onto his face.
“Now it’s time for a little reward,” she said in a cool tone, as she took a colorful candy from the bag and popped it into her mouth with relish. “You may clean my feet with your mouth. But remember, this is for my pleasure.”
Her slave knew what to do. He opened his mouth and began cleaning Princess Bonny’s delicate soles while she continued undisturbed, enjoying the sweets. “Sweets for me and the salt from the soles of my feet for you,” she quipped, remaining unfazed.
With each bite, she commanded him to try harder. “Go faster! I want to enjoy it.” Her voice was direct and firm, and her slave obediently complied, internalizing with every gulp who was in charge.
Miss Lilly: I want to ride his face for my pleasure.
The beautiful Mistress Miss Lilly has planned something for her own enjoyment. Today, she will sit on her slave’s face and let him stimulate her for her pleasure. She begins by sitting on his face with her panties on, first showing him his place: his face under her pussy and under her ass. As she does this, she moves around, letting him taste her panties. Then she undresses and sits on the slave’s face with her sweet pussy and her sexy ass. “Go on, lick your Mistress, give it to her good!” She presses down harder and harder on his face until the slave’s face is nothing more than a toy for her to ride with pleasure.
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Princess Fiola: You are a dog to me, destined to suffer beneath my large feet. The beautiful Turkish-Croatian mistress, Princess Fiola, slender and with long, dark hair, enjoys dominating her slave today. His weakness lies beneath her large feet (size 12), as she makes him feel the power of her presence. Every kick is a reminder of his submission, every pressure from her feet a sign of her control. “You are nothing to me,” she says coldly, looking down at him. “Your face belongs to me. I want you to show it to me so I can play with you.” “You are nothing but a foot-sucker,” she continues, gently sliding her foot across his face. “I am your mistress, and you are my toy. You will do everything I want you to.” Her words were like a command, and he knew he would belong to her forever. No mercy, only the power of her feet, drawing him into her world of submission. “You are nothing to me,” she says coldly, looking down at him. The slave has no choice; he must submit. The taste and scent of her feet are salty and sweet, yet intoxicating. There is no mercy for him, only the desire to experience her power further. Princess Fiola revels in her game as she keeps him in humiliation. Princess Fiola enjoyed the game. She was aware of her beauty and power and used them to mold her slave. “You are a dog to me, one I kick,” she murmured with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes as she repeatedly brought her hands close to his face. Her control over him was absolute, and she would show him what it truly meant to serve.
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Nerd Lady Lina: His purpose in life is to be under my socks.
It was a relaxed afternoon as Nerd Mistress Lina sat in her comfortable armchair. She leisurely scrolled through her phone while simultaneously maintaining control over her slave. Her gaze fell upon the white Puma socks she wore—slightly dirty and a little worn, but that’s precisely what made her feel so powerful.
With a casual smile, she placed her socked feet on her foot slave’s face. You’re pretty small down there, she said with a smirk. It was a combination of humiliation and power play that she loved so much. She enjoyed the way her slave writhed under the weight of her feet, which amused her even more. In her mind, she was thinking about the next episode of her favorite show, while simultaneously remaining in control of the situation. A perfect afternoon for the Nerd Mistress.
His sole purpose in life was to serve her—to admire the soft socks she wore and inhale the scent of her feet. For him, it was unparalleled bliss to be her footsteps as she relaxed on the sofa. He knew he was nothing in her world, a speck of dust beneath her feet, but he didn’t mind.
For him, there was nothing more pleasurable than feeling her feet beneath her socks. His purpose in life? Quite simply: to be the perfect footrest for her. He reveled in having her face directly beneath her socks while he inhaled their unique scent—a scent that acted like an elixir of life for him. Every time she changed her socks, it was as if he were immersing himself in a new, ******icating fragrance. It wasn’t just a strange predilection, but for him, an expression of devotion and joy as he completely embraced his role. For him, happiness was so simple.
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Gothic Queen Lucia Heycock: Lick My Gothic Feet Clean!
Lucia Haycock, the elegant Gothic mistress, has settled comfortably into her armchair. The dark atmosphere of her room is illuminated only by the soft light of a Styrian candle flickering on a small table beside her. Her dirty Gothic boots are still on her feet after a long day at the club, and she has her feet propped up for relaxation.
On her leash sits her foot slave, gazing up at her with shining eyes. “Kiss my boots,” Lucia commands with a smug smile. Without hesitation, the slave leans forward and kisses the dirty soles of the jet-black boots. Lucia nods proudly, for this is only the beginning.
After the ceremonial welcome, she gives him the honor of removing her boots. With deft hands, the slave pulls off the heavy boots and carefully lays them aside. Beneath her skin, her black socks peek out, contrasting sharply with her pale skin. The slave is allowed to sniff and lick them. He can even swallow the sock lint—a private moment filled with anticipation for both him and Lucia.
A little later, he pulls off her socks, letting the cool air caress her feet. Then he begins to intensely caress the soft skin of her feet with kisses and his tongue, while Lucia lets out contented sighs. In this intimate moment, a game of power and submission unfolds. He meticulously licks her soles, toes, and the spaces between them clean.
Princess Melody: Lick My Black Socks After Shopping
Princess Melody strolled through the mall with her slave. The shops seemed endless, and the atmosphere was vibrant. As she tried on beautiful dresses and searched for new accessories, the foot slave sighed, thinking how much he was looking forward to the moment they finally got home. The thought of taking off her boots and worshipping her feet filled him with inward joy.
After a delicious lunch, where they indulged in various delicacies, they finally headed back. Princess Melody sat down in her comfortable armchair and triumphantly raised her feet. “Kiss my boots and lick them clean,” she commanded with a casual smile. The foot slave leaned forward, gently kissed and licked the dirty boots, and then carefully removed them. When the boots finally disappeared, he could hardly contain his excitement.
With trembling hands, he pressed his face into his mistress’s fragrant, black socks. The sweet scent filled his senses, and he wished the moment would never end. Princess Melody smiled contentedly, enjoying the devotion of her faithful slave. With complete devotion, the slave licked the sweaty socks, from bottom to top and back again, and was even allowed to suck the sweat from the toe area of her black socks.
Goddess Sheila: You Are My Toy and My Footrest
It was an ordinary afternoon when Mistress Sheila decided to play with her foot slave. She entered the room, and her very presence immediately told him that today was a special day. You know where your place is, she said with a mischievous smile, gesturing to the floor—directly beneath her feet.
With a fluid step, she approached him and sat down. Her foot hovered over his face before she gently but firmly pressed him into place. He could hardly believe the power contained in her small, sweet feet. So, are you comfortable? she asked mockingly, ignoring his protests.
She knew how to play with him. Again and again, she lifted her foot, only to slam it back down with full ******. Kiss, she commanded in a voice that brooked no argument. He struggled to his feet, kissing the soles of her feet each time, her smile a satisfied smile as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
But no sooner had he reached the peak of his effort than she pushed him back down, as if to remind him that his place was always there—beneath her feet. Her fragrant, slightly soiled socks added an extra challenge, for the harder he tried, the more clearly he felt who was in control. And Mistress Sheila loved teaching him this lesson in such a playful way. Never forget where you belong, she whispered, running her toes through his hair with obvious pleasure.
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Goddess Sheila: Lick properly, because there will be kicks as a reward.
It was a perfectly ordinary afternoon when Mistress Goddess Sheila settled into her comfortable armchair. She had been longing for some relaxation after a long day and knew exactly how she would enjoy this moment. Her faithful slave lay patiently beneath her chair, ready to submit to her whims.
Sheila smiled mischievously as she slipped off her house socks and glanced at her adorable little feet. “Ready for your punishment?” she asked playfully as she placed her feet over her slave’s face. He looked up, feeling the weight of her presence, which instantly filled him with a sense of both submission and excitement.
“Now pamper my feet,” she commanded, and he obeyed immediately. With every soft kiss and every caressing flick of his tongue against her delicate toes, he felt both rewarded and punished. Sheila relished the feeling of control she had over him and the way he lost himself in his role.
But as a reward for his efforts, he also received the occasional well-placed kick to the face. “That’s for the special treatment you get!” she laughed, lightly tapping his cheeks. It was a strange mixture of pain and pleasure, and he knew he was exactly where he belonged—beneath his mistress’s feet, in a game of power and submission that left no room for doubt.
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Nerd Lady Lina: Take care of my feet, you foot-dog!
It was a typical afternoon in Lady Lina’s domain, where her radiant dominance and nerdy aura permeated every room. Kneeling in the corner before the bed, her foot slave waited eagerly for his mistress’s next command. Although she sometimes appeared shy, Lady Lina knew exactly how to take control of the situation.
“Kiss my sneakers, kiss the dirt on my soles,” she commanded with a seductive smile that instantly captured his attention. Her foot slave obeyed, his lips touching the worn sneakers, which he kissed with utmost devotion, inhaling the grime. “Well done,” she murmured, observing his zeal with a piercing gaze.
After treating the sneakers with respect, he was allowed to remove them. The black sneaker socks that clung to her feet were the next item on his itinerary. Her socks smelled of light perspiration and sweet perfume. “Kiss and lick my warm, scented socks!” she commanded, tugging on his leash. Lady Lina enjoyed the way he fussed over her nerdy feet, gazing at her provocatively as she savored his devotion.
“Now pamper my feet,” she finally commanded as he slipped off her socks and stuffed them into his mouth. Her soft, white skin was ready for the lavish attention of a slave’s tongue. He began by massaging her heel with his tongue, then his mouth moved over her toes as Lady Lina let out soft sighs of pleasure. “Yes, suck my toes and clean my soles!” she said with a blissful smile. In that moment, he knew he was completely at her mercy, and he loved it.
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Mistress Sarah: My sweat from the day on his face.
It was a cold winter day when Mistress Sarah, the sexy blonde woman, came home after a long day at the tattoo studio. The air was crisp, and the snow crunched under her winter boots, which unfortunately hadn’t stayed completely clean. She sank into her comfortable armchair and immediately placed her dirty boots on her foot slave.
“Clean them up. Tongue out!” she commanded with a mischievous smile as she leaned back comfortably. The foot slave lay on his back and knew exactly what to do. He got to work, licking the dirt from the soles of her boots and glancing at the seductive blonde, who watched him with a smug grin.
Once the boots were finally gleaming again, Mistress Sarah took them off and showed the foot slave her long, fragrant white socks. “Now it’s your turn. Do you see the dirt under my socks?” she said, pressing the socks directly into his face. The scent of a long day in them was unmistakable; a mixture of warmth and her unique fragrance, a scent only he was allowed to experience. “Now lick them clean and swallow the dirt!” she said with a smug smile, and he obeyed.
Once the foot slave had thoroughly cleaned the socks, the privilege of her bare feet awaited him. They were warm, salty, and fragrant—a true delight for him. This was not only a moment of submission but also one of pleasure for Mistress Sarah and her loyal foot slave. “Open your mouth and lick the sweat from my feet and massage the soles with your tongue”… a command he could not resist.
Gothic Queen Lucia Haycock: Lick My Dirty Gothic Boots Clean!
Lucia Haycock, a true goth girl with short, black hair, numerous piercings, and tattoos, couldn’t resist taking a look around her somewhat chaotic world. Her thick boots with their chunky soles were her favorites, but today the soles looked more like the aftermath of a dirty festival. With a cheerful grin on her face, she plopped down comfortably on the old, worn sofa in the living room and stretched her legs out.
“Hey, foot slave!” she called with a wink, as she lifted the boots. “Come here and lick this dirt off!”
She gave a sharp tug on the leash leading to the collar with the word “Foot Slave” on it.
The foot slave, standing beside her on the leash, looked a little uncertain at first before slowly approaching. Lucia found this amusing. “Don’t worry, I don’t bite, not unless you do your job properly,” she said with a laugh, gesturing to the dirty soles of her boots. “I want them to look brand new, like they just came out of the store! So lick every dirty groove of the tread clean.”
With a small nod, he began to carefully clean the dirty soles with his tongue. As he painstakingly tended to her boots, Lucia leaned back and savored the moment. “This is going to be fun,” she murmured with satisfaction. It wasn’t just a small task for him; it was an opportunity to showcase their unconventional relationship and explore their darker side in a playful way.
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Goddess Sheila: I’ll Flatten His Face Under My Little Feet
It was an ordinary afternoon when Mistress Sheila decided to give her foot slave a very special treat. With a mischievous grin on her lips, she entered the room where her loyal slave was already lying on the bed, waiting. “Today’s the day I’m going to flatten your face!” she exclaimed cheerfully, leaping onto the bed with all her might.
With a cheeky look, she stood on his face, her small, dominant feet pressing gently but firmly against his expression. “Here, do you feel that? I’m going to flatten your face!” she laughed as she felt him buckle under her weight. The cracking sound of his face elicited a peal of laughter from her. For her, it wasn’t just a game, but also an expression of her power.
“You’re a rug to me!” she repeated with a cheeky nod, leaning forward a little further to increase the pressure. His face was now the perfect spot for her small feet, and she reveled in the control she had over him. “How does that feel? You’re my personal doormat!”
His silent moans were music to her ears, and she remained in this position for several minutes, enjoying the power and the pleasure it offered. It was a game where she knew she would always have the upper hand.
She maintained the position, continuing to joke and gently squeeze him. The combination of dominance and desire made the room practically crackle with energy. “I could go on like this forever!” she exclaimed, ever ready to push her foot slave further.
Princess Bonny: The slave licks my dusty house socks clean.
It was a relaxing afternoon when Princess Bonny, the sweet redhead mistress with a cheeky grin, settled into her comfortable armchair in the corner of the room. She wore her favorite leggings and the cozy house socks she’d been wearing for three days. Her slippers had already seen their fair share of action around the apartment, which was clearly evident in the dirty soles.
With a contented sigh, she leaned back and put her feet up, simply letting her mind wander. “Hey, foot slave!” she called in a slightly challenging tone. “Come here!”
The foot slave, who had long yearned for this opportunity, immediately came running, his eyes shining with anticipation. “Yes, Mistress?” he asked, a touch of reverence in his voice.
“First, you must clean my slippers,” she commanded, holding out her slipper to him, its dirty soles right in front of his face. He nodded eagerly and began licking the slippers with his tongue, while Princess Bonny watched with obvious pleasure, unable to suppress a grin. He licked the house grime from the slippers and swallowed the dirt.
Once the slippers were somewhat cleaner, she smiled mischievously and said, “Now for my house socks.” The foot slave could hardly contain his joy. How he loved cleaning and licking his mistress’s dirty socks! With great devotion, he set about cleaning them while she watched him with amusement. He smelled and inhaled the scent of her socks and licked away the dust.
“A good foot slave does everything right,” she murmured. And as she leaned back, she knew that she had once again done everything right that day.
Princess Alice: Human Foot Covers Beneath My Bare Feet.
It was an ordinary afternoon in the elegant, tastefully furnished living room of Mistress “Princess Alice.” She sat casually in her luxurious TS armchair, her cell phone in hand, while her foot slave, to whom she had given a strict command, lay at her feet. His position on the floor, humble and submissive, was exactly what she had desired.
With a smug smile, she regarded him before deliberately placing her socks against his face. The soft texture of her socks pressed gently against his lips as he inhaled the familiar scent of her feet. It was a form of control, a sign of her power over him. The socks were only the beginning, a prelude to what was to come.
“Take them off,” she commanded in a cold, authoritative tone. Trembling with excitement and desire, he obeyed immediately, his hands shaking as he removed the socks from her feet. Finally, without the thin layer of fabric, she placed her bare feet on his face. He was now the perfect footrest for her bare feet, and she savored every second of absolute control.
Once she had settled in, she returned to her phone, completely ignoring him. His existence was now merely a means to an end, ready to serve her and fulfill her desires while she remained in her own world. The relationship between dominance and submission was perfectly defined for her in that moment.
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Princess Melody: In the morning the foot slave greets the princess by licking her feet.
Princess Melody slowly woke up in bed, the sun’s rays gently tickling her face. Her bare feet peeked out curiously from under the covers. A mischievous smile crossed her lips as she thought of her foot slave. “Kneel!” she called as soon as she woke up, and she waited impatiently for him to position himself in front of her bed.
With a quick glance to the side, she saw him immediately go down on his knees, ready to kiss and pamper her feet. She was just sticking her feet out from under the covers when he began kissing her tender soles with tender abandon. Meanwhile, she activated her cell phone and started checking her emails.
“Come on, lick the afterglow from my feet!” she murmured tiredly while her foot slave continued to work on her feet devotedly. His lips slid over her soles, the toes were sucked clean, and she felt the pleasant tingling sensation that his ministrations elicited.
“Keep it up! After all, I need to start the day in a good mood.” She sent off a message and looked down at him again. “Have you got everything ready yet?” she asked teasingly, giving him a quick, playful kick with her foot. He knew exactly what he had to do – only the best was good enough for the princess! Then send him to the bathroom, because he is not only a foot licker after the night, but also a living bath mat.
Lucia Haycock: Lick the cellar dirt off my feet.
Lucia Haycock stepped barefoot out of the dark cellar, where dust clung to her feet with every step. The narrow steps had left their mark; the shadows of the old walls were nothing compared to the power she exuded. With a confident smile and an air of superiority, she strode into the apartment that was her domain.
No sooner had she entered the hallway than she went straight to the bathroom. The room was her personal sanctuary, a place where she could become aware of her power. She dropped down onto the tub, the water not yet running, and called for her foot slave. Her tone was direct and unambiguous—there was no room for hesitation.
“Come here and take care of my feet,” she commanded with an air of self-assurance. “They’re dirty and need your attention. Go on, lick my feet clean and swallow the dirt.” It was a command he could not refuse. She was used to men lying at her feet, ready to fulfill her smallest desires. The thought that her feet, which had moved through the grimy cellar, were now in his care filled her with a dark pleasure.
He knelt before her, his eyes lowered, as he began to remove the dust from her feet with his tongue. She used his face to rub her feet clean. Lucia enjoyed being the center of attention while her foot slave devoted himself entirely to serving her. It was her world, and she lived it to the fullest. A slave’s face is, at best, for cleaning her feet.
Goddess Sheila: I make the foot slave lick my dirty sneakers clean after training, and now he will lick my bare, hot, and sweaty feet. He must lick the salt from my soles and clean between my toes with his tongue. Whatever his tongue finds between my toes, he must swallow. The food will be a mixture of sweaty feet and damp lint. Lick my feet while I relax! Lick! Lick! Lick! Lick everything you find on my bare feet!
Miss Lilly: Come here, satisfy me, pamper me, lick my feet
Miss Lilly was simply the perfect ruler of her little kingdom, and today she had decided to treat herself to a well-deserved break. The sun streamed through the living room window, creating a cozy atmosphere. She settled comfortably on her luxurious couch, leaned back, and casually raised her feet. “Foot slave! Come here!” she called out in a confident voice. It was no secret that she enjoyed her power and knew how to use it to make her day even more enjoyable. The foot slave immediately sprang to her side, ready to obey her every command. “Kiss my feet, and do it hard!” Miss Lilly commanded nonchalantly, holding her feet out toward him. She watched him with a satisfied smile as he leaned closer. His lips tenderly touched her toenail-adorned feet, first gently, then more intensely. Miss Lilly closed her eyes and savored the moment; the gentle pressure of his kisses instantly relaxed her. “That’s good, but I want more! The soles now! Kiss and lick them! Massage my feet with your tongue,” she demanded, lifting her feet slightly to give him easier access. The foot slave followed her instructions meticulously. Miss Lilly couldn’t help but grin as she immersed herself in her own little kingdom of pleasure. The sight of him, his gaze fixed on her feet, filled her with a sense of superiority—and so much joy. Every kiss and every lick was like a touch of luxury, and she felt like the queen she was. “Don’t forget the toes!” she added, watching as he immediately responded to pamper that part of her feet as well. Miss Lilly leaned back further, enjoying the intense attention and the feeling that everything was focused on her. At that moment, nothing was more important than her own well-being. She glanced at her watch, but in this perfect world, she didn’t want to waste a thought on time. She was the mistress of this cozy hour and simply enjoyed herself, enveloped in the attention of her faithful foot slave.
Goddess Sheila: You’re just my living bath mat. Come on, you loser. How about you be my living bath mat or bathroom rug today? You’ll keep my feet warm, and I can do two things at once: prepare for the day and take out my aggression on you. I can kick you in the face in the morning and start the day completely relaxed. I’m going to make you suffer, and my sweaty little feet will kick you in the face again and again. You’ll get your orders for the day, like cleaning my house and licking my toilet clean. That’s a great start for both of us, isn’t it?! You feel like a little worm being crushed under my feet. Enjoy your time under my dominant little feet.
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Lady Nisha: My pet and foot cleaner!
I like to keep pet slaves, always on a tight leash. But a pet like that should also be useful. Pets generally like to lick, so they can also clean with their tongue. My shoes, socks, and feet need a green wash. So come on, you licking pet, lick everything clean, lick the dust off my sneakers and socks, and my bare feet desperately need a foot wash. The foot sweat has been sticking to my hot soles for a while.
Mistress Sarah: I have my feet licked before work!
From 12 noon I work in my own tattoo studio. I’ve been tattooing for 10 years. I have the idea that I’ll have my feet sucked before work, because then I can relax and do my work in the tattoo studio. I want a foot massage with a scalpel tongue before I head out. I want my toes to be sucked and I want to drive to work with nice thoughts. Maybe I’ll enjoy having my feet licked regularly before and after the abortion. Who will serve me for this?
Goddess Tracy: I use the slave to have my feet licked.
Immediately after a techno club weekend, I have my dancing boots taken off and my feet licked in the Lady House. I like it when a slave is on a leash and I forgot to wash his feet after the weekend anyway. It’s not a bad thing, I’ll just have my feet licked clean. I just sat over the slave and let him lick my bare, fragrant feet. I let the slave lick my slightly calloused heels soft again. Watch the video of me using the slave after the club weekend!
Queen Marie Müller: I dominate the slave under my feet in the hotel toilet. My slave is where he belongs: At my feet on the hotel toilet. I’m going to give him a little lesson now, a glorious punishment under my soles. I have it under my pink Buffalo sneakers at the beginning. These sneakers look cute but the sole is dirty. He will now clean the soles directly with his tongue. Of course I also punish him by pressing my Buffalo soles firmly into his face. I could use it as a toilet now, shit to shit :). After he was allowed to smell my sneakers, I will humiliate him under my sweet, musty socks. He even gets fucked by my socked feet. What I particularly like: The slave lies with his face on the toilet floor, where I may have peed a little and I use it as a footrest for my sweet feet. I will humiliate him under my bare soles and flatten him. I will also stand on his face with my full weight. Flattened out in the hotel toilet, that will be his fate, haha!!! 🙂
Mistress Sarah: I’ll spit in his face and rub it with my feet.
He’ll receive the ultimate humiliation: I’ll spit in his face and rub my spit in his face with my feet. I’ll sit on him and see how well I can aim my spit. He gets my spit in his mouth and in his face, and I can see how much he enjoys it: his painlessness and my spit. He especially enjoys the humiliation of me rubbing my spit in his face with my sexy soles, leaving him with a mixture of sexy spit and foot sweat from me…
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Lady Abiola: The white foot rat will lick my bare feet.
I’m still studying for my studies. I have to read a book until the evening. My foot slave, my white foot rat, is allowed to relax me a little and make me feel like a princess. He will take off my warm, wet socks and lick my bare, large feet intensively. He will massage my feet with his tongue and lick them clean. He will clean the spaces between my toes with his tongue. He is welcome to eat the foot dirt. I just love using my white foot rat. I am a true Ebony Mistress.
Lady Kim: I want my human footrest to sniff my socks.
The little doormat should now sniff my socks. I sat above him in my beautiful dress and I placed my big feet (shoe size 43 EU) with my scented socks on his face. I’ll rub my sock scent on his face. He should also lick my socks. He has a lot to lick with such big feet. I also tell him again and again that it can only be used as a doormat, as a living doormat for my luxury feet. I film him with my cell phone while he has to lick the sweat from his feet under my socks and the dust from the floor. I can show these videos to everyone later and humiliate him.
I just don’t pay any attention and you wouldn’t believe how brutal and heavy my big feet can be.
Mistress Sarah: The foot slave under my dressing table.
When I get ready for a shoot, the foot slave has to crawl under the dressing table and kiss my feet. I want him to pamper my feet and worship me under the table. He should be happy that he’s allowed to squat under the table, because my feet are all he gets. While I’m putting on some makeup, I notice that the floor doesn’t seem to be quite so clean, because my soles are dirty. So the foot slave under the table has the task of sucking the dust and dirt off my soles. Crawl, little foot slave, crawl under the table and do your job.
Goddess Tracy: After working at the bar my feet are licked clean. At the weekend I work out at the bar in a techno bar and after the night shift my feet and socks are damp and fragrant. Today I got the offer to have a foot slave lick my bare, sweaty feet clean after the night shift in the bar. I have my work socks taken off and then my feet are intensively licked clean, each toe is sucked thoroughly and my heel, which has a slight callus, is sucked with passion. I want to have my feet licked soft after work.
Miss Abilola: I ignore my white footrest while I eat a snack!
I got a snack after the lecture at the university and I want to make myself a little comfortable, or rather my white slave has to make me comfortable. He has to make his white slave face available as a footrest for my feet. I want to rest my powerful feet (shoe size 40) on his warm face and have my feet massaged with his tongue while I eat. His snack is the dirt and sweat between my toes and the salt on the soles of my feet is the spice. I like to think that a white slave is my living footrest.
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Lady Xena: I let my old Adilettes and my dusty feet be licked clean!
I have been wearing these Adilettes almost every day for 2 years now, even if they don’t look like it. I wear the slippers at home and on vacation and after sports. I think it’s time for a slave’s tongue to lick these Adilettes clean. He should lick the dirt from the grooves of the profile and kiss the Adilettes devotedly. Then he has to take the slippers off with his mouth and take care of my dusty feet. He has to kiss my feet and lick the soles. He can swallow the dust from my bare soles or keep it on his tongue as a souvenir from me for a foot slave.
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Miss Lilly: My footrest licks my feet clean.
How hot it is to have a horny foot slave who licks my feet clean on command. If I want to have a relaxed smoke, then the slave has to lick my feet. That’s normal for us. It’s comfortable to have a slave body under my feet. But it’s also practical, because on command, he also licks my feet clean. I only have to flick my fingers and his tongue is out, and I can rub my dusty soles clean on him. He’s welcome to keep the foot sweat and dirt on his tongue and swallow it. He’s getting hornier and hornier, and I have even more of him in my hand, or rather, under my feet.
Lady Kim: Ignored under my big, sweaty soles.
On a warm summer day when I was out and about, my big, sweaty feet need air and relaxation. I like to let a foot slave suffer and moan under the weight of my feet and legs. I simply take off my sneakers and my musty warm socks and press my big, wet soles onto the foot slave’s face. From now on, he is ignored and is only allowed to refresh and massage my soles with his tongue on my command. Massaging my feet with my tongue without me taking the pressure off his face is a tough task. His face and tongue are squashed under my weight under my soles. The way he still has to make an effort is a pleasure for me.
Lady Kim: I’m having my big feet licked for the first time in my life. I’ve heard that there are guys who like to lick our ladies’ feet. I talked to my girlfriend about it and told her that I wanted to try it out and see if there really were guys who would lick your feet clean and do so on command. I should tell her about it directly and also send her photos from the session. This will be a great souvenir and we will have fun with it. First I have my white sneakers licked clean. They’re not that white anymore and the dirty soles need a tongue. I want the sneakers (size 43) to be clean again afterwards. Afterwards I let you lick my pink socks. Maybe the slave can suck out the musty smell of my socks 🙂 As a reward, he gets my big, bare feet and my long toes held in front of his nose. Now I want to see how long it takes him to lick all the salty sweat from my big soles. In the meantime I’ll take some photos for my girlfriend.
Lady Kira-Lis: I spit in his face and spread the spit with my feet!
I sat down on the slave so that he can no longer avoid it. His head is firmly clamped between my strong thighs. I spit in his face and humiliate him. Then I rub the spit in his face with my bare feet. He can also lick the spit off my feet. I think it’s absolute humiliation for my victim: My spit on my face and the spit is even distributed with my bare soles. I find having to lick spit off my feet is like a reward for my victim.
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Mistress Abiola: I use the white foot rat as a bathroom mat.
I am a beautiful dark-skinned mistress and I use white foot slaves as my personal foot rats. I use them and I subjugate them. Today I use the white foot rat as a bathroom mat before I meet my girlfriends. He begs me to let him serve my girlfriends too, but I will test him as a human footrest first. If he does a good job, then I will recommend him to my girlfriends. Watch this hot video of me.
Lady Nicole: He gets a little punishment under my bare feet! I take off my gym socks and my victim is ready to receive a small punishment from me with my bare feet. I will press the soles of my bare feet on his face and be thankful to have my feet licked. I’ll kick him and show him where he belongs: under my feet. I love these dominant foot fish games. Come to me and I will play with you too.