Lilith and Laila are the bratty best friends I could never deserve to worship, and yet they allowed me to do so. The two start by demanding I clean their boots by tongue. "How's that toilet water taste?" Laila asks me as I clean up whatever filth my two Goddesses have managed to track onto their boots. The demeaning task was very painful, the rough boot soles rubbing my tongue like sandpaper until it was very sore. My Goddesses were pleased enough to allow me to remove their boots and worship their perfect feet. Lilith didn't wear socks today, but Laila has been wearing the same socks for T...

Lilith and Laila are the bratty best friends I could never deserve to worship, and yet they allowed me to do so. The two start by demanding I clean their boots by tongue. "How's that toilet water taste?" Laila asks me as I clean up whatever filth my two Goddesses have managed to track onto their boots. The demeaning task was very painful, the rough boot soles rubbing my tongue like sandpaper until it was very sore. My Goddesses were pleased enough to allow me to remove their boots and worship their perfect feet. Lilith didn't wear socks today, but Laila has been wearing the same socks for TWO DAYS now. Lilith's feet were so stinky and I loved sniffing her cheesy toe funk, while Laila's socks were a nasty treat for a dirty slave like myself. I am so lucky that they even allowed me to clean all the sweat and dirt from their bare feet by tongue, laughing together at my humiliation. Though more often than not, the two mostly go about chatting and totally ignore my existence. Laia holding my leash and occasionally glancing my way as the two bratty friends laugh about all the humiliating things I'll happily do for them. I am truly lucky to serve as their devoted slave and worship their cute smelly feet.