Ah, the joys of having a slave at our disposal. Today, our feet are particularly sweaty, but that’s not a problem for us. In fact, it’s an opportunity to exploit our slave’s servitude. He is restrained, his head perfectly positioned to allow him to lick every inch of our sweaty feet. And lick he does, without pause or complaint, taking our feet into his mouth and cleaning between each toe. Lady Alice and I look on, amused by the slave’s dedication to his task. We push our feet deep into his mouth, relishing in the power dynamic that allows us to use him in such a way. What a pitiful creature, to find pleasure in licking and smelling our feet. But such is the life of a slave.