After an exhausting session, I find myself lounging on the sofa, only to discover my armpits are damp and pungent. Desperate for a remedy, I call upon my loyal pup, whose tongue is perfect for the task at hand. I attach his leash, ensuring he stays close and proceeds to lick my armpits clean. He’s merely a lowly slave, allowing me to spit in his mouth as I switch from one armpit to the other. I even let my saliva drip onto my boots, permitting him to clean them off with his eager tongue.