Qualify as My Foot Slave – Princess Serena
Princess Serena: You as my foot slave.
I know exactly that you are not just looking at my pretty face and not just sliding your eyes over my hot body. Your gaze goes straight to my feet. Because you are greedy. Because you are addicted to them and can barely hold back.
You want to become my foot slave? Then prove yourself. Qualify in front of me. You want that filthy, delicious taste on your tongue? Then earn it first. You get nothing for free.
Lick my dirty favorite sneakers clean first. The soles should shine again. Every groove, every stain, every bit of grit — your tongue works until they look like new. You do not stop until I am satisfied.
Inside the sneakers there is a little surprise waiting for you. I have removable insoles. Months of foot sweat are soaked into them, because I love wearing these shoes barefoot. You lick those insoles thoroughly clean. Every drop, every crust, every smell.
After that you get my bare feet. They smell, almost stink, and they are not completely clean. The sweat, the little crumbs between my toes — lick it all off. Clean my feet with your tongue. Get used to it. That is your place. As my foot slave.
