have brought My slave to My sacred shoe room, after a long day on the farm, making sure all slaves and prisoners are disciplined correctly, My feet are very sweaty. At the end of each day I demand My heels cleaning and My feet worshipping. As he slowly removes My Louboutins, the sweat trickles down My arches and is eagerly licked up by his tongue. he takes this task so very seriously, one wrong touch will leave Me displeased which will result in the most severe punishment. My feet are unveiled and he inhales My sacred scent, the heat from My shoes consume him. his tongue explores My toes as... Show more