Just relaxing after a workout with my pathetic slave on on fours, licking my sweaty feet. I tell him to just shut up and lick, like a good little sissy bitch. Apparently my feminine beauty and power, and taste of my amazing feet is too much and I sense my loser slave is overcome and awe struck, and starts having a little break down. This can easily happen with the weaker male psych when presented with the divine, superior soles of such a beautiful goddess. So I have to help his dumbass out–I lift his chin up with my toes and wipe the sole of my foot down his tongue over and over until its clean, then repeat with the other foot. Then shove my foot deep into his mouth and ask him what was he trying to say? he mumbles out something about being a loser and losers have to lick the winners feet. Yeah, thats what I thought moron. Keep licking my feet, stupid.
