Louboutin soles on your tongue—clean, gag, then LAUNDER My socks in your mouth, slave

Description: Red soles tower above your worthless face. every speck of street filth is your dinner. lick the arch. suck the heel. scrape the tread with your teeth until it gleams.then open wide: i peel off my damp, worn socks and stuff them deep. “swish. gargle. wring them clean with your throat. spit the grey water back into your palm and drink it. thank me for the privilege.”no mercy. no safe-word. just patent leather, sweat, and total degradation.