Head on floor, full

1-Dirty boots

Claudia had devised an ingenious solution for cleaning her boots and shoes: she had locked her sl*ve in a box buried in the ground, leaving only his head protruding, like a trophy offered to her whims. That day, she arrived with a confident step, perched on her new high-heeled boots, already soiled by the dirt and dust of the streets. They were made of shiny bl*ck leather, but stained with grime that dulled their shine. She approached her sl*ve's head, which was barely emerging from the ground, and fixed her domineering gaze on hers. "L*ck my dirty boots," she demanded in a firm, commanding voice. The sl*ve, submissive and resigned, obeyed without a word. Her tongue slid over the surface of the leather, picking up the accumulated grime, polishing every inch with devotion. Claudia watched the scene with a satisfied smile, pivoting slightly to offer him every angle. Once the uppers were cleaned to her liking, she lay languidly on a nearby chair, her legs stretched out towards him. “Now, take care of the soles,” she ordered. They were particularly repulsive, encrusted with grime, dust, and some indefinable residue that clung to them like a second skin. The sl*ve l*cked diligently, but Claudia frowned—it wasn’t effective enough in her eyes. The idiot’s tongue wasn’t enough to dislodge all the grime. Annoyed, she jumped up, placed her foot on the sl*ve’s forehead, and j*rked his head back. Thus positioned, vulnerable and exposed, he became a perfect human rug. Claudia then vigorously wiped the dirty soles of her boots on her outstretched tongue, rubbing insistently, as if polishing an inanimate object. As she rubbed her boots over her sl*ve's face and tongue, his face blackened, smeared with dust and dirt. Dark streaks stained his cheeks, his chin, his wide-open mouth, while Claudia's boots gradually regained their immaculate cleanliness, shining as new. Satisfied with the result, she stepped back to admire her work: a humiliated sl*ve, a soiled face, and impeccable boots, ready for new adventures. "Stay here, I still have dirty shoes to clean," she murmured with a triumphant smile, before walking away, leaving him there, locked in his box, awaiting the next chore.

2-Disgusting sandals

After having her new boots cleaned, she approached her sl*ve with her old wooden high-heeled sandals, in an absolutely disgusting state. The sandals were smeared with dried grime, sticky dust, and indefinable stains that seemed embedded in the soles, as if they had been bathed in a fetid puddle. Claudia approached her sl*ve's head, the sl*ve's tongue sliding over the worn soles, picking up the accumulated grime, striving to clean every nook and cranny with silent devotion. Claudia watched the scene with a satisfied smile, pivoting slightly to present every angle of her disgusting sandals to her. The sl*ve l*cked them diligently, but it wasn't enough. The lackey's tongue wasn't enough to dislodge all the stubborn dirt. Annoyed, she placed her foot on the sl*ve's forehead and abruptly threw his head back. Thus positioned, vulnerable and exposed, he became a perfect human doormat. Claudia then vigorously rubbed the filthy soles of her sandals on her outstretched tongue, scraping insistently, as if polishing an inanimate object. Under the effect of this rubbing, the sl*ve's face blackened, stained with grime. Dark streaks marked his cheeks, his chin, his wide-open mouth, while Claudia's sandals gradually regained their original appearance, the wood and soles freed of their grime. Satisfied with the result, she stepped back to admire her work: a humiliated sl*ve, a soiled face, and finally clean sandals. "I still have dirty shoes to clean," she murmured with a triumphant smile, before walking away, leaving him locked in his box, waiting for the next chore.

3-Filthy heels

After having her filthy old sandals cleaned, Claudia strode confidently toward her submissive, perched atop sexy white pumps in a pitiful state. The soles were covered in a thick layer of caked grime, as if they had been trampling on filthy walkways, mixed with sticky dust that formed a grayish crust. Stains of organic residue had embedded themselves deep within the soles, while barely identifiable strands of grayish matter hung limply from the edges. She stood in front of her submissive and gestured for him to tackle her disgusting shoes. Obediently, he brought his tongue to the grimy soles, gliding over the rough surface where the grime had caked into a tenacious crust. He struggled to restore the shine to the pumps, fighting off the layers of dirt that clung to them like a second skin. Claudia, amused, slowly pivoted, exposing every angle of her soiled heels, watching with cold pleasure as he tried to dislodge the caked-on dust and ingrained stains. But the grime, deeply embedded, resisted with an almost living stubbornness. Irritated by this ineffectiveness, Claudia pushed her sl*ve's head back with her foot. In this position of total submission, he was nothing more than a tool at her mercy. She then rubbed the soles vigorously against her outstretched tongue, scraping away the hardened grime, ingrained dirt, and dusty stains. The dirt gradually came off, leaving blackish streaks on the submissive's face. Streaks of grime stained his cheeks, chin, and open mouth, as the pumps gradually regained their original cleanliness, freed from layers of foul residue. Satisfied, Claudia stepped back to contemplate her work: a humiliated submissive, his face smeared with dirt, and his pumps finally spotless, freed from their shell of grime. With a triumphant look, she walked away, leaving him alone until the next task.

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