Maria J. – Sweaty Feet After Work – Kicked Right in the Face

Maria J. is already sitting in the white armchair, legs spread, arms relaxed. Her slave lies before her – face up, eyes fixed on her feet. The day has been a nightmare, now he will pay.

She lifts the left sneaker, slowly pulls it off. The smell of sweat hits him, warm, salty. She holds the shoe over his face. “Breathe. This is your perfume.” He inhales, his chest rising frantically. Then the right one – barefoot now. Her soles glisten, red, moist, after eight hours of pressure.

“Tongue out.” She presses the left sole flat against his mouth. He licks immediately: flat, greedily, from heel to toe. She rubs in the sweat, moans softly. “Cleaner. Every crease.” He almost gags, but obeys.

Suddenly she lifts her foot – and kicks. Hard in the face. Nose flat, cheeks red. “Be grateful!” He gasps: “Thank you, Mistress.” She laughs, stomps again, sole of her foot firmly on his mouth and nose. “Keep licking. Between your toes, too.” Her toes curl, pressing in. Frustration dissolves—every drop of sweat, every pressure of the day, travels down his throat. She leans back, eyes half-closed. “That’s good. Stay lying down. Again tomorrow.”

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