I must admit, I take great pleasure in using my slave for my personal indulgences, especially when it comes to my feet. As he lay there, obediently waiting for my every command, I knew exactly what I wanted to do with him.

Without a second thought, I planted myself on his knees and extended my filthy Ugg boots right in his face. They were absolutely disgusting, covered in dirt and grime from days of wear, and I couldn't wait to see the expression on his face as he took in their putrid aroma.

As I settled in to read my book, I casually rested my boots on his face, enjoying ...

I must admit, I take great pleasure in using my slave for my personal indulgences, especially when it comes to my feet. As he lay there, obediently waiting for my every command, I knew exactly what I wanted to do with him.

Without a second thought, I planted myself on his knees and extended my filthy Ugg boots right in his face. They were absolutely disgusting, covered in dirt and grime from days of wear, and I couldn't wait to see the expression on his face as he took in their putrid aroma.

As I settled in to read my book, I casually rested my boots on his face, enjoying the sensation of their warmth on his skin. I could tell he was struggling to catch his breath, but I was too engrossed in my book to care.

After a few moments of using his face as my personal footstool, I decided it was time to have a little fun with him. I ordered him to kiss my filthy boots, watching with satisfaction as he obediently complied. And then, just to really test his devotion, I made him lick the bottom soles clean.

As he worshipped my boots, I couldn't help but feel a sense of power and control over him. He was nothing more than a lowly foot bitch, subservient to my every whim and desire.

But my fun didn't stop there. Next, I decided to subject him to my long, sweaty socks, rubbing them all over his face as I continued to read my book. I could feel the moisture from my feet soaking into the fabric, and I knew he could smell it too.

Once again, I ordered him to kiss and sniff my socks, relishing in the power I held over him. And then, just when I thought I had pushed him to his limits, I removed my socks and rested my stinky bare feet on his face.

He was completely at my mercy, enduring the stench of my unwashed feet as I used him for my own pleasure. And as I looked down at him, my human foot bitch, I couldn't help but revel in the fact that he was nothing more than a pathetic loser, completely subservient to my every desire.

- Sadistic Queen

SD