When class ends, the real training begins. Dressed in my gi and barefoot after a sweaty dojo session, I call you to the front for a “special” technique... one that leaves my sweaty sole pressed right in your face. When I catch you sniffing my toes, I decide to give my good boy exactly what he’s craving. Watch as I tease you with every inch of my soft, smelly feet… until I make you stroke and explode all over my toes. Slow countdown, detailed foot worship, and playful humiliation.