Mistress Tess and Mistress Clarissa have a slave strapped tightly in to a straight jacket and on his kness, where he belongs of course. As he's been particularly compliant they've decided to grant him the great honour of worshipping their armpits, inhaling their scent, licking the sweat from their divine bodies. The slave greedily laps at their armpits, besides himself with the fact that he's been given the privilige of placing his tongue against their flesh.