I have just completed my training session, wiping the sweat from my brow with a towel as I enter the locker room. I open the cabinet, preparing my clothes for my post-workout shower. But then, an idea strikes me… Why shower when I can call upon my slave instead?
He arrives on all fours, and I command him to indulge in the scent of my feet, my backside, and my armpits – a reward for his service. My sweaty aroma is intense, and he eagerly obeys, taking in the scent of my body.
Once he has finished, it is time for him to clean my feet and armpits with his tongue, providing a thorough wash. However, my backside is off-limits. When I am satisfied that I no longer smell of sweat, I instruct him to put the towel away in the locker while I get dressed.