After a satisfying workout, I relax with my slave at my feet, his tongue working diligently to clean my sweaty soles. I command him to shut up and lick, embracing his role as my sissy bitch. The taste of my divine feet and the sight of my feminine beauty prove to be overwhelming, and he begins to break down. In order to help him, I clean my other foot with his tongue and then force my foot deep into his mouth, asking him what he was trying to say. He mumbles about being a loser and how losers must lick the feet of winners. I nod in agreement, commanding him to continue licking my feet, his superiority.