My Foot Mutt Licks My Turkish Size 42 Soles

Military Doctor Crushes Slave Face - Alina Venom Alina Venom: „I am Alina Venom, the strict barracks doctor. Here I am in charge, and I am extremely merciless. You pathetic foot slave failed once again to lick my boots properly clean. You’re sorry? It’s too late for that! You are lying on the cold floor, ready to receive your punishment. Still in full uniform, I slowly take off my heavy work shoes. You can already smell the strong, musty scent of my socks. Without warning, I step with both feet directly onto your worthless slave face. I trample your skull with my full weight, pressing you mercilessly into the ground. I love hearing you moan and whimper underneath me. It only makes me harder. While standing on your face, I pull off my damp socks and press my powerful, calloused bare soles firmly onto your suffering face. Can you feel that? These hard soles are going to crush you now. I will squash your head under my feet. You will suffer, moan and cry like the worthless worm you are. You exist only to be punished under my feet. Welcome to your punishment, slave!“

Ignored & Used as Footrest - Mistress Sarah Mistress Sarah: "I’m sitting comfortably on my bed, legs stretched out, watching a good movie. In one hand I have a bowl of sweets, in the other the remote. Right at my feet lies my slave — quiet, obedient, and nothing more to me right now than a living human footrest. I completely ignore him while I enjoy the film. Every now and then I feel his warmth under my soles. After a while, I slowly peel off my sweaty white socks. The cool air brushes against my bare, slightly damp feet. Without saying a word, I press my warm, soft soles directly onto his face. He gets to feel them, breathe in their scent, and experience their moist warmth. If he stays good and behaves like the perfect footstool, I reward him. Then he’s allowed to gently lick the salty sweat from my soles, cleaning every trace of the day, and take my toes deep into his mouth. He sucks and worships each one while I continue watching TV and eating my snacks. This is exactly how I like it — relaxing in front of the screen with a willing slave’s face serving as my personal footrest. Warm, useful, and completely beneath me."

Lick and Clean Soccer Mom´s sweaty feet - Mistress Lola I’m Mistress Lola. After a long day on my feet, I’ve finally earned some relaxation. I drove my son to football practice and then went shopping. I was in my old Birkenstock sandals the whole day. My feet really smell after this warm, busy day. The sandals are old – the old foot sweat is still stuck to the insoles, and on top of that there’s my fresh sweat on the soles and between my toes. I’m sitting in the armchair now and putting my feet up. My foot slave has to take care of me now. First he has to clean my old, stinky Birkenstock sandals with his tongue. He licks all the street dirt from the soles and the sticky old foot sweat from the insoles – thoroughly and humbly. After that come my bare, sweaty feet. He pampers them with his tongue, licks every spot and especially sucks the foot sweat out from between my toes. He has to recognize me as his Mistress and serve my feet. From now on he is my licking servant. Go on… show me that you know what you’re here for.

Under My Full Weight – Human Foot-Cleaning Machine I am Princess Serena, the dominant, sweet blonde Mistress. Today, I have once again used my house slave exactly as I please. I placed the heavy cube seat directly onto his chest and then slowly, sensually lowered myself onto it. My full weight presses him mercilessly into the floor. He is now nothing more than my living human floor, my personal piece of furniture—a breathing, suffering object beneath me. As I sit comfortably on the cube, my perfect naked feet rest upon his face; his face serves as my footrest. I love how he lies crushed beneath my weight while simultaneously being forced to lick my warm soles. My house slave devotedly licks between my toes, over the soft balls of my feet, and across my entire soles with his tongue. I watch him closely, controlling his every movement. He must work thoroughly; if he misses even a single spot or fails to satisfy me, he will be severely punished. It brings me such joy to see my house slave suffering beneath me like this. He bears my full weight, serves as my floor, and acts as my foot-cleaning machine all at once. That is exactly what he is here for. I am Princess Serena—beautiful, dominant, and merciless. And my house slave exists solely to serve me in this way. He will remain beneath me for a long time, used to worship and cleanse my feet.

My mean smother games I’m Princess Serena and today I’m wearing my extremely short, sexy hotpants. In front of me lies my slave on the bed – exactly where he belongs. Only for my pleasure. Today I’m playing my mean smother games with him. I sit down firmly and heavily on his face, completely sealing his nose and mouth with my pussy or my ass. No more air. I ride his face slowly and with pleasure, feeling him twitch and struggle for breath underneath me. The more he fights, the hornier I get. When I’m not sitting on his face, I press my bare feet firmly onto his mouth and nose. My toes clamp his nose hard, until he’s only gasping and desperately searching for air. I look him coldly in the eyes and enjoy every second of him suffering under me. This is my pleasure. I am mean. I am cruel. And these… these are my games. Breathe, slave. Or at least try to.

Merciless Punishment with my feet Lady Adriana leans back with a satisfied, dominant smile and recounts: „It was another extremely intense session with my slave. I’ll be completely honest — it is a real honor for him to be punished so harshly and humiliatingly by me. So many other slaves would immediately want to trade places with him, just to experience being crushed under my feet once. The punishment was merciless. I trampled his pathetic slave face with my sexy feet until it was red and blue all over. I stood on his face and head with my full weight again and again, pressing him deep into the floor and showing him exactly how worthless he is beneath me. In between, I repeatedly spat right into his open slave mouth and face. My thick spit landed on his skin, and then I sensually rubbed and spread it all over his face with my soft soles. First, he had to lick my spit from my feet — every single drop I generously gave him. Only after that was he allowed to continue suffering under my soles. Because I got a little sweaty during this hard trampling session, he also had to lick every bit of my warm foot sweat from my soles. Afterwards, I extinguished him like a cigarette under my feet — slowly, firmly, and without any mercy. In the end, he was nothing more than a human doormat. A broken, drooling, happy little beta object. And I’m sure of one thing: after this session with my dominant feet, he never wants to be anything else but my personal foot mat.“