Mistress Ziva Fey has been gone for three long days at a music festival, where She partied hardy and didn't have an opportunity to shower for a couple of days. She just returned and wants to Her sl*ve to help clean up Her perfect, but quite dirty feet. The sl*ve is bound on an ottoman on its back, wearing a blinding hood with just a mouth zipper and nose h*les, awaiting its owner. Mistress Ziva walks up just wearing a pair of skimpy cut-offs, a red halter top and carrying a flogger.

"The festival was sooooooo fun! I got so sweaty and dirty after partying for 3 days though. Here, smell this:

She squats down and puts the sl*ve's face and nose under Her stinky armpit:

"Can you just give it a whiff, does it smell like Woodstock?"

The sl*ve tells Her they do, then She stands up and puts one of Her filthy feet up to the sl*ve's nose, who can't see a thing, but starts to wrinkle its nose as the odor of Her dirt-encrusted soles. They are smeared a dark brown, with l*ttle specks of dirt, as well as lint and hair that are obviously stuck to Her disgusting feet.

"Now I want you to smell my dirty, filthy disgusting festival feet. See if you can identify any of those smells""

She makes the sl*ve take deep sn*ffs, causing it to gag a l*ttle on the stench. The sl*ve determines that She must have stepped in something nasty. She puts the filthy foot over the sl*ve's nose and mouth, making the sl*ve smell deeply before ordering it:

"Open your f*cking mouth. You're a doormat and need to do what good doormat does. She starts pumping Her dirt-coated toes into the sl*ve's mouth, a l*ttle at a time, deeper and deeper as the sl*ve tries to swallow the grit and dirt from Her foot. She then orders the sl*ve to stick out its tongue and wipes the filthy feet over the sl*ve's tongue like a proper doormat. The sl*ve's tongue starts to turn brown from all the filth, so She orders it to swallow. She climbs on top of the sl*ve and stands on its body. She points the toes from one of Her feet and orders it:

"Open up piggy! You're going to suck every speck of filth from My perfect feet. I'm going to put it as far down your worthless, foot cleaning h*le as it can go"

She starts to push the foot down the sl*ve's throat, a l*ttle at a time until about half of the foot is protruding from the sl*ve's mouth while it tries to deal with the pressure of Her full weight on its body:

"Savor every single bit of filth from My precious feet because that's what you're for-to consume the filth from My perfect body, like My feet and *ss. That's all you're good for, pig"

She pulls Her foot out and smacks the sl*ve in the head with Her foot three times, making it squeal in p*in. She pulls the leash tight while standing on the sl*ve's body and switches feet, shoving the other more dirty foot down the sl*ve's throat until it gags repeatedly. She starts trampling the sl*ve, slapping its face with Her feet while alternating between dirty feet.

"You missed a bunch of spots, I think I need to get My foot deeper down that foot cleaning h*le to get every speck of festival filth. It's a way for you to enjoy the festival too, but a lot cheaper and easier than dragging a filthy, disgusting pig like you out"

She jumps up and down on the sl*ve's body a couple of times, knocking the wind out of the sl*ve. She jumps down and rests Her feet on the sl*ve's face while sitting on the sofa, to inspect the job the sl*ve has done:

"You did a reasonable job for your first time, puppy. Next you're gonna get a chance to clean My dirty *ss"

She stands back up and walks off as the sl*ve groans in anticipation of its next task.

Filtthy Festival Foot Cleaner (HD 4K MP4)