Today the slave will get another meal prepared by my feet. In the morning I crush two little cakes under my bare feet and spit on them - then put them into my hold-up stockings and put them on - then put on my office boots and head out to work. It's cold outside already - but the heating in the office is running full-blast and my feet get pretty sweaty over the day. When I get back from work the little cakes are not only flattened - but also soaked with my foot sweat! I take off the boots and hold-up stockings and drop the food on the floor. Then I spit on them some more and order the slave to... Show more