I rub my spit with my feet into which the slaves face

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.

Queen Daphne: Today I'm going to let my sweet feet be licked. It's time for the foot slave to take off my smelly socks and start licking my sweet, sweaty feet. I want to film this on my phone today so I can show it to my friends later. I'm the only one in our family who uses foot slaves, but that could change. Come on, slave, lick my toes and make me feel good. Let me be your queen. Show that you are my slave. Lick your king's feet and lick her royal foot sweat from her soles. Hmmm, I think I need that!

Lady Alina Venom: Come on, lick the barracks doctor's socks. I'm here in the barracks next to the barracks doctor, and everyone here knows that I'm very strict and get my way. I'm known for my love of dominating weak men, but I haven't had a barracks slave yet. This guy has offered to be a barracks slave, and what he's going to experience today are my smelly socks after a long day as a doctor in the barracks. After a long day as a doctor in the barracks, my socks are damp and musty. Now he can lick these socks clean. He serves as my footrest and, of course, first gets my service shoes in his slave's face. I wonder if he'll start loving the smell and taste of my socks from now on...?

Princess Melody: I'm letting my big feet and club heels be licked clean. Today I'm letting my big feet be licked clean. I'm wearing the high heels I like to wear to the club because I can dance really well in them. The problem is that I sweat a lot in them. My feet generally get wet and smell quickly. To start, the foot slave should lick my club heels clean; the soles are a bit dirty and dusty. Go on, let your tongue glide over the soles and lick them clean. Then he can unwrap my big, bare feet and clean the sweat off my wet soles. He can lick the sweat off my soles and enjoy that delicious, salty taste. He should also suck my toes properly. I love to put my whole foot in his mouth :)

Lady Adriana: I use my slave's face as a human footrest. It's time to use my slave as a human footrest again, and I place my feet directly on his worthless slave face. This is so convenient. I can dominate him under my bare feet, hit and kick him, and let him lick my feet clean. This releases my aggression and is healthy for me. :) It's hot to have a bound slave lying at my feet. As a little token of appreciation, he also gets my spit right there with him :) There are many reasons why I like to place my feet on my slave's face. First of all, it's one of the easiest and most relaxing ways for me to unwind at the end of a long day. After all the stress and challenges of everyday life, I simply can't resist enjoying my well-being after a long day at work while simultaneously demonstrating my power. Another aspect is the opportunity to release aggression. It's no secret that life can be frustrating at times, and I find it very liberating to assert my control in such moments. The feeling of having someone beneath my feet gives me a sense of power and dominance that is simply priceless. It's a form of therapy for me—a healthy, if somewhat unconventional, way to clear my mind and relax. In addition, my slave also benefits from this practice. As I place my feet on his face, his task simultaneously becomes the cleaning of my feet. It may seem strange to some, but for me and him, it's part of the game we play. It also conveys a kind of intimacy and trust that deepens our relationship.

Miss Lilly. Slave, suffer under my dirty, disgusting socks! It's time for a nasty little game. I tie a noose around the slave's neck so that I can pull at any time and take away his air. At the same time, my disgusting, dirty socks are pressed onto his slave face. The socks are so old and disgusting that there are already holes in them. These socks aren't dirty, they are disgustingly filthy and have almost black soles. It's hot, he can't breathe, and at the same time, he has my disgusting socks pressed onto his face. Now I can hit him hard, take away his air, or drive him crazy with the dirt or the stench of my socks. In any case, he should suffer. Suffer under my disgusting, dirty socks.