I come home from the clubs to see that Kitten has clearly been slacking on his household chores. Everything looks so haphazardly cleaned. After bitching him out, I coax the truth out of him that he's been playing video games for most of the day instead of doing what he's supposed to.

So sad for him. I was going to give him a treat - the chance to lick and suck on my sweaty toes. But not anymore. The most he is going to get is to clean my shoes and stockings with his tongue. My shoes are caked in filth from the dance floors at the club. Spilled drinks, stomach bile, dirt and grime h... Show more