Gabriella and I enjoy a drink and conversation at the bar counter, eagerly awaiting our night out. Our devoted slaves crouch beneath our stools, eager to fulfill our every desire. A simple request for a kiss on our boots prompts them to promptly remove our shoes, allowing us to savor the sensation of their faces against our feet.
We begin by ordering them to lavish attention on our socks, savoring the feeling of their lips and tongues against the fabric. Once we’re satisfied, we allow them the privilege of removing our socks, revealing our bare feet for their adoration.
Our slaves find themselves utterly dominated, as we plant our feet firmly in their mouths, eliciting gags and gasps as we force them to endure our soles and heels. We take pleasure in using their tongues as a slippery surface to rub our feet against, and revel in the sensation of our heels slapping against their faces.
Once we’re ready to depart, our slaves remain in position, waiting silently for our return. Their devotion is unwavering, their obedience unquestioning.