My slave crawls towards me on his hands and knees, naked and eager. A black duct tape covers his mouth, silencing his cries for release. I’ve been depriving him of food, water, and my feet – the only things he truly craves. I rip off the tape, and he immediately begins to worship my feet.
His mouth takes hold of my red sandals, and I let a small droplet of saliva fall onto my foot. He eagerly licks it up, thirsty for any taste of me. He begins to kiss and lick my feet, his desire growing stronger after a prolonged abstinence.
I tower above him, directing his every move. I want him to lick the soles and between my toes, and when he makes a mistake, I strike him on the back with a firm whip. He continues to lick, his tongue growing dry, but I provide him with relief by spitting on his tongue and onto my feet. He licks and sucks, his devotion unwavering.