There is only one place for Raptures wimpy little toe jockey, and that is at the feet of his Mistress, where she plans on keeping him for the rest of his little slave life. There is no better way to enforce this than by hours upon hours of tired, sweaty foot licking. Why should she even acknowledge him? He is just a slave... and his tongue will work tirelessly, even if she forget's that he is there, for fear of the consequences if he should dare stop...