Breakfast is served, but only if he earns it. My long, lean feet are up, one slave is locked in a cage under me, and the other has a pumice stone in his hand. I lay out the terms in my sweetest voice: buff my soles properly and the skin he removes is his meal. Do it badly, and the caged slave eats instead. Listen to the rhythm of the stone, the wet sound of his tongue keeping my soles damp, and me correcting every spot he misses. Little scraps fall onto the cage roof below. Two hungry men, one perfect pair of feet, and a Domme enjoying the competition far too much. Foot worship and foot humiliation, start to finish, in audio. Close your eyes and you can almost feel the stone working across my arches while I decide which slave deserves to eat. Spoiler: neither of them really does.
🖤 Mistress Mercy Rage 🖤 Do you deserve my Mercy… or my Rage?
Breakfast is served, but only if he earns it. My long, lean feet are up, one slave is locked in a cage under me, and the other has a pumice stone in his hand. I lay out the terms in my sweetest voice: buff my soles properly and the skin he removes is his meal. Do it badly, and the caged slave eats instead. Listen to the rhythm of the stone, the wet sound of his tongue keeping my soles damp, and me correcting every spot he misses. Little scraps fall onto the cage roof below. Two hungry men, one perfect pair of feet, and a Domme enjoying the competition far too much. Foot worship and foot humiliation, start to finish, in audio. Close your eyes and you can almost feel the stone working across my arches while I decide which slave deserves to eat. Spoiler: neither of them really does.