Lady Adriana. Eat my dirty socks!
Lady Adriana sat comfortably in her high chair, her blonde hair cascading softly over her shoulders. She looked down at her slave, who lay on the floor before her, a challenging smile on her face. His face was directly beneath her feet, enveloped in the scent of her dusty socks.
Open your mouth, she commanded in a clear, commanding tone. He obeyed immediately, knowing there was no point in resisting. Lady Adriana held one of her dirty socks to his lips. You know what to do.
With every word she spoke, he felt the pressure of her power and dominance. She slowly slid her sock into his mouth, mocking him at the same time: Couldn’t a slave be happy with such a delicacy?
He began to clean the socks, his tongue tasting the dust and sweat as he humiliated himself. Lady Adriana enjoyed her control over him, laughing softly and watching him suffer patiently. That’s right, she murmured, my little slave.
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