I sit on the floor. The two slaves are standing, in front of me, while I undo the buckle of my sandals and cross my legs. They are my most worn sandals. I bought them last year and have used them assiduously for two consecutive summers. The insole is worn and smells. I place my sandals next to the two little ones, I want them to smell the stench well, to smell it like dogs and recognize it. It's a symbol of ownership that helps them understand their role, if the huge difference in size wasn't enough. I take my time and start talking to him calmly and firmly. A few words "cleaning of feet and insole with the tongue". I point my finger at the man "you! Feet!" Then towards the woman "You! insole" . They are disgusted, I can see it, but they don't dare protest and try not to show it. It amuses me. The woman is nicer to me. I generally like female slaves more, but that doesn't mean I treat them better, on the contrary! I send her to lick my shoes precisely because I consider it more humiliating than licking my feet. The insole is dirty with sweat and dust, it is worn and blackened, it has retained my odors for an entire summer. I want her to run her tongue over it! The male slave is a fool! It's clear right away. After a few seconds of him licking her toe, his face is already disgusted. I spread my toes to release even more stink, even if the smell that is already noticeable is abundant. He just started licking the smaller toe, I point to my big toe! "You have to clean them all and I don't have all day. move on" I feel the movements of his tongue become faster. The woman doesn't turn around, she stays focused on my toe prints, but she too speeds up her tongue.
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Dayana Cinefetish
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