I decided to spend a weekend in London and had one of my personal slaves acquire an apartment for me. Taking in a private fetish party on the first night (to which this slave was not allowed to attend) he was there to greet me in the not so early hours the next day... What ensued was real... he really was licking the filth from the soles of my boots and I relished in the verbal and physical humiliation I put him t [...]
Featuring Divine Mistress Heather, Lady Victoria Valente
Mistress Heather and Lady Valente have been sessioning for the best part of the day and they have deliberately kept their boots on the entire time. This meant that when the boots were finally peeled off their feet and plunged directly over the slave's nose, he got the strongest possible smell, intoxicating his senses. After inhaling their sweet, sweaty scent, they smother his face with their wet pantyhose' [...]
There is little more satisfying than an audience with a slave who is willing to take almost anything for me, just to get his fix of devotion for the addictive scent of my feet. This slave endured tremendous amounts of suffering, but was rewarded with my spit and the honour of my feet plunging deep into his mouth.
Lady Valente has decided that from now on her in-training foot slave will eat all his meals from her feet, but only after the food has been squashed and stomped between her toes and crushed beneath the balls of her feet. Of course he doesn't just get conventional food... his new diet is enriched with a little saliva and a generous peppering of cigarette ash.
Hot, sweaty and intensely aromatic feet are what this slave gets... to sniff, kiss, lick and suck, straight from her sweaty shoes. It's been a long hot day in the dungeon and Lady Valente demands some soothing attention to her smelly feet. She will make this slave love her scent, so much so that he will yearn for smelly feet to reach any kind of aroused state.
One of my devoted slaves wanted to spoil me with some gifts and on presenting me with two delightful pairs of new stiletto's, it would have been a shame not to give him a little something to take away in return. The dagger sharp heels proved rather useful in this respect as I dragged them across his skin leaving my 'thank-you' all over his body. I did allow him a little worship time as well of course, [...]
