Which of my slaves wants it more? That’s the question I settle on a blanket in the shade, swimsuit on, two collared men kneeling at my feet after crawling across the yard on their leashes. The reward is simple, and I tell them out loud: the best worshipper gets my ass on his face. Then the work starts. Hands rubbing, mouths licking, one slave sucking all five toes at once while I press my foot in further. Grass and dirt still cling to my soles. They don’t seem to mind. I keep demanding desperation, and you can hear them give it to me. When I finally choose, the winner lies down for his prize and I sit on his face, the other still busy at my feet, and my free foot slips down to his cock. Lean back, picture the sunny yard, and decide which tongue you’d be.
🖤 Mistress Mercy Rage 🖤 Do you deserve my Mercy… or my Rage?
Which of my slaves wants it more? That’s the question I settle on a blanket in the shade, swimsuit on, two collared men kneeling at my feet after crawling across the yard on their leashes. The reward is simple, and I tell them out loud: the best worshipper gets my ass on his face. Then the work starts. Hands rubbing, mouths licking, one slave sucking all five toes at once while I press my foot in further. Grass and dirt still cling to my soles. They don’t seem to mind. I keep demanding desperation, and you can hear them give it to me. When I finally choose, the winner lies down for his prize and I sit on his face, the other still busy at my feet, and my free foot slips down to his cock. Lean back, picture the sunny yard, and decide which tongue you’d be.