If you’ve ever truly experienced worship at its most intense, you know there’s something different about feet after a workout — warm, flushed, alive with effort. A raw, intoxic*ting scent that lingers and commands attention. Today was back day and cardio at the gym. When I returned, I ordered my slave to be ready. First, I let him inhale the rich scent trapped inside my worn shoes. Then he moved to my damp socks, tasting and worshipping them eagerly until I decided he had earned something more demanding — I pushed them into his mouth, silencing him. They’re not small, by the way. Not easy to manage while still trying to serve properly. Reaching my bare feet with his tongue required effort, patience, devotion. But of course, he found a way. After all, what could be more rewarding than the privilege of my warm, hard-earned soles?
