Mistress Scarlet arrives home after a long, hard day working in her hot and sweaty office, and is pleased to see her sl*ve kneeling on the floor and waiting for her arrival. She is need of attention, and after kissing her feet and legs to welcome her home, he crawls on the floor behind her to pamper her some more.

Removing her bl*ck Louboutin high heels, he begins to massage her pantyhosed feet. All she can think about is unwinding in a relaxing warm bath. As they chat, Mistress Scarlet is furious to learn that he has not cleaned the bathroom. She had given him specific orders that morning and he has failed to carry out this simple task. His only excuse is a pathetic “I’m sorry.” How st*pid can he be?

There is only one way to teach him his lesson. Her stockinged feet are stinky and soaked in sweat, and she puts them into his face making him inhale her odour. On his back, she instructs him to suck, l*ck and smell her feet and lets him know that he will not be getting unlocked from his stainless steel chastity cage.

Mistress Scarlet removes her leather skirt to reveal her exquisite seamless Wolford pantyhose, worn without panties. If her bathroom hasn’t been prepared for her, then she is just going to have to use her sl*ve’s mouth to clean her and remove all the day’s sweat.

“I can only imagine how fragrant these must be by now,” she says as she lowers herself down and sits firmly on his face, instructing him to breathe in her scent through her pantyhose. His nose is buried deep in her *ss while she marks him with her scent and lets him know that he will be locked in chastity for another month without release.

He is then used as her office chair and is t*rmented even more by her adorable nyloned feet being rubbed all over his face. He kisses and l*cks them more as Mistress Scarlet stretches out her seductive long legs, showing off her pantyhosed soles and toes. “How do my feet smell?” she enquires, as he moans and groans.

“Do you know what else is sweaty?” She buries her crotch in his face and he gasps for air as he learns what his purpose is: simply to inhale and smell his Mistress as she rubs her divine fragrance all over his face.

She puts on her Louboutin high heels and sits astride him. Before he is instructed to crawl out of the room and prepare her dinner, she drools her spit into his eagerly waiting mouth. “That’s one more thing that you can taste of me. Swallow it.”

Sheer T*rment