I am Mistress Lola, 40, mother and Dominant. By day I drive my son to football practice and chat easily with the other football mums. No one suspects what is really going on under my sneakers or my well-worn Birkenstock slides.

During the day I wear only sneakers or Birkenstock sliders. I own many pairs of Birkenstocks — all heavily used, sweat-soaked and moulded to my feet. In them I develop especially cheesy feet: a creamy, pungent buildup collects between my toes, and the soles turn faintly yellow. Even in open sliders my feet stay cheesy and ripe.

That is my particular specialty. I enjoy having my cheesy feet licked clean. A slave must push his tongue deep between my toes and thoroughly lick out the cheesy film until nothing remains. That is not a request. It is an order.

In private life I am consistently ecological and vegan. In my free time I like to go to frivolous parties — then in tight, slutty outfits that hide nothing. The inconspicuous football mum of the daytime becomes the Mistress who knows exactly what she wants: submission, foot service, and complete devotion to her body, especially to her used, cheesy feet.

Anyone looking for me is not looking for a nice neighbour. He is looking for the woman who will put him on his knees after training or after a party and show him what a tongue between the toes is really for.