Two naked, and collared slave girls are locked away in a cage underneath my bondage table, while I'm stretched out; lying across the top tapping away on my phone responding to emails and texts. I pay no mind to the whimpers that can be heard from down below me. The two have been underneath the table for hours, their stomachs growling for food. When I choose to acknowledge them, I tease them, taunt them through the bars with the hope of freedom and snacks; however when I release them from the cage they learn that the meal that I have in mind won't fill their stomachs. But, it will fill their...

Two naked, and collared slave girls are locked away in a cage underneath my bondage table, while I'm stretched out; lying across the top tapping away on my phone responding to emails and texts. I pay no mind to the whimpers that can be heard from down below me. The two have been underneath the table for hours, their stomachs growling for food. When I choose to acknowledge them, I tease them, taunt them through the bars with the hope of freedom and snacks; however when I release them from the cage they learn that the meal that I have in mind won't fill their stomachs. But, it will fill their mouths. The two are to worship, praise and admire my perfect feet with their tongues and lips, kissing & sucking on my dark polished toes. I give their collars labeled "slut", and "whore" meaning as I stretched one out across the floor while the other is to watch in the cage as I gag and fuck her pretty little mouth with my whole foot. Her eyes water and bulge staring back up at me, a look that only fuels my desire to turn them into two little eager foot sluts. Side by side they lay next to each other on the floor as I sit up above them, commanding that they stick out their tongues as I use their flesh as my own personal cleaning rags for the bottom of my soles. This, this is the meal they should truly crave. Perfection.