Cleaning team - PART 2

I want to play a little with the woman. I feel the fear of her. The movements of her tongue on the insole are rhythmic and frenetic, I see her little head move back and forth over the imprint of my big toe. She, poor little girl... ten days and a hundred tongues wouldn't be enough for her to whiten that black footprint... but her fear gives her the strength to continue licking that fetid surface. She is so cute and small in the immense weakness of her. I concentrate and call her 

"Slave girl!" 

My tone of voice is threatening and severe. She raises her head suddenly showing me her terrified face. 

“You call that cleaning?” 

She doesn't speak, she trembles... she's so fucking attractive. The only thing I want to do is take her and stick her in her vagina, but I don't want to end my game now.

“Jump into the other sandal, move!”

The left sandal is worse than the right one. My feet sweat so much that they have worn away the leather of the insole. The little slave takes an uncertain leap and reaches the insole. She moves her arms trying to stay balanced. The insole is so soaked with sweat that the slave risks slipping. The stench is intense, so much so that I can smell it distinctly... for her it must be like entering a rubbish bin, but there is no disgust in her face: just fear. I keep my gaze fixed on her. Getting inside a shoe is always a terrible experience for a slave. Inside a shoe they are perfectly aware of their insignificant size, their weakness. The space that for them could be a room is the one I use for my foot, the floor they are walking on is my insole. If I decide to put on the sandal, nothing would be left of them

Inside a shoe a slave understands that she no longer has control of herself, that I can do everything with her...crush her, eat her, throw her...because she is small, I am huge.

"The work you did before is terrible. Start again with this sandal...but I won't give you any other chances. If you can't eliminate the dirt...you become dirty yourself. It's one of the first things I tell you when you come into my house. All you need is a little effort...you don't want to become the insole you're licking, do you?"

continues