It all started at this lively party where I met two gorgeous amazon women who were absolutely stealing the show. One thing led to another, and I suggested we play an exciting little game—a harmless bet to spice up the night. The stakes? If I lost, I'd become their servant for the evening. Confident as ever, I thought, What could possibly go wrong?

Well... I lost. Spectacularly.

Before I knew it, I was on my knees, and the real fun began. The two had been dancing non-stop for hours, and their boots showed every bit of it dusty, sweaty, and downright intimidating. My first tas...

It all started at this lively party where I met two gorgeous amazon women who were absolutely stealing the show. One thing led to another, and I suggested we play an exciting little game—a harmless bet to spice up the night. The stakes? If I lost, I'd become their servant for the evening. Confident as ever, I thought, What could possibly go wrong?

Well... I lost. Spectacularly.

Before I knew it, I was on my knees, and the real fun began. The two had been dancing non-stop for hours, and their boots showed every bit of it dusty, sweaty, and downright intimidating. My first task? To clean those filthy boots with nothing but my tongue. They weren't shy about giving me some extra “motivation,” spitting down at me with a smirk as they laughed and ordered me to get every inch spotless.

As if that wasn't enough, they made sure to use me like the ultimate doormat, wiping the soles of their boots all over me after every step. Humiliating? Sure.

But the way they owned the moment made it impossible not to be completely in awe of their confidence and charm.

Let's just say it was a night I'll never forge and a bet I'll think twice about making next time!