With a devious grin, I bite off a small piece of the banana and spit it out, right in front of my slave. He watches with bated breath as I crush the fruit beneath my feet, his eyes glued to the banana splattering against the ground.
“Clean it up,” I command, my voice dripping with dominance. He hesitates for a moment, but quickly snaps to attention, crawling towards my feet to lick up the mess I’ve made.
He licks between my toes, his tongue darting out to clean every inch of my soles. But it’s not enough – I demand more.
“Don’t let any of it go to waste,” I say, watching as he dutifully laps up every last bit of crushed banana. “And don’t let it stay on the ground – we don’t want anyone getting hurt.”
He continues to lick and clean, working tirelessly until every last trace of banana is gone. And when he’s finished, I have one more task for him:
“Clean the sheets,” I say, smirking as he begins to strip the bed. “Yes, that’s the way I like it.”