Absolute servitude for feet

Description: After a walk under the sun, my servant had the honor of worshiping me as he should: kneeling at my feet, cleaning every inch of my heels with his mouth—still marked by the path i had walked. unsatisfied, he offered himself as my human ashtray and savored, with devotion and delight, the incomparable taste of my saliva.for him, there is no greater luxury than being of service to my pleasure.