Princess Pink has already broken Her former selfish boyfriend and turned him into Her personal p*ssy and *sshole sl*ve. She has spent weeks training him to worship Her superior h*les, riding his face for hours at a time until She came over and over again, using his mouth as nothing more than a warm, wet h*le for Her pleasure. But now the pathetic m*le has a new lesson to learn — how to properly honor and clean Her perfect, superior feet.

Late at night, the sl*ve is already blindfolded, collared, and chained to the sofa when Princess Pink walks in wearing nothing but a tiny g-string romper that splits Her perfect *ss cheeks wide apart. She looks down at Her helpless foot b*tch and speaks with cold amusement.

“Wake up, b*tch. You’ve learned how to suck My p*ssy and *sshole clean... now you’re going to learn how to be a proper foot sl*ve. From now on, My sweaty, tired feet are going to use your mouth like a car wash every single day. I’m going to cram My foot down your throat and pull out a perfectly cleaned foot. That’s your only purpose now — to clean the filth from My body.”

She sits on the sofa and shoves both of Her feet directly into his face, c*mpletely sm*thering him. “Smell them first, foot b*tch. Appreciate My foot sweat.” When he doesn’t inhale loudly enough for Her liking, She whips him hard across the chest with Her l*ttle red riding crop, leaving a bright red welt as he cries out in p*in.

“I f*cking said INHALE, foot b*tch! I want to hear you breathing in My foot sweat like it’s the best thing you’ve ever smelled in your miserable life.”

She makes him take loud, desperate sn*ffs of Her warm, sweaty soles, pressing them harder against his nose every time he hesitates. Only when She is satisfied with how loudly he is sn*ffing does She allow him to start sucking. Soon She has him on the floor beneath Her, trampling him under Her full weight. She stands on his chest, his stomach, and eventually his face, grinding Her soles into his skin while making him l*ck and suck at the same time.

“Stick your tongue out. That’s it. I want to feel you l*cking the sweat off My feet while I stand on you. You’re nothing but a human doormat now. A foot rag. That’s all you’re good for.”

She wipes Her feet back and forth across his tongue and face, using him like a dirty doormat while verbally destroying him. But She’s just getting started.

Princess Pink orders him to put his legs up and sits on his stomach with Her back against his thighs. One by one, She crams Her feet deep into his mouth, stretching his jaw painfully wide. He gags hard around Her toes, but She only pushes deeper. Then She crams both feet into his mouth at the same time, making him ch*ke violently as his eyes water behind the blindfold. His body j*rks in the restraints as he desperately tries to breathe, but She has no mercy.

She yanks on the leash, pushing Her foot deeper down his already stretched-out mouth, Her toes visibly poking through his cheek before heading down his throat. Streams of saliva drip from the corners of his mouth and run down his chin, but She just whips him harder and keeps the leash taught.

“Deeper, b*tch! You need to lose your gag reflex — we will be working on that until you can take My entire foot down your trash can mouth. Stop fighting it. This is what you were made for.”

He tries to turn his head and beg for mercy, ch*king and sputtering around both of Her feet, but She only laughs and pushes Her feet even deeper, making him gag so hard his whole body convulses. Tears stream down his face as saliva pours from his mouth, but She keeps pushing, enjoying every desperate, wet sound he makes.

Finally, She moves onto the sofa, facing away from him. She pulls the leash tight and shoves Her feet deep down his throat, f*cking his mouth with Her feet while whipping his body over and over with the riding crop. Every time he gags and tries to pull away, She yanks the leash harder and pushes Her feet even deeper, making him ch*ke and sputter violently around Her soles. His hands twitch uselessly in the restraints as thick strands of saliva pour from his mouth and his body shakes, but She shows him no mercy whatsoever.

“Take it. Take My f*cking feet down your throat like the worthless foot b*tch you are. I don’t care if you can’t breathe. I don’t care if you’re crying. Your only job is to clean My feet, and I’m not stopping until they’re spotless. Cry all you want, b*tch — it only makes Me want to push them deeper.”

She keeps using his throat without mercy, whipping him every time he gags too loudly or tries to resist, until She is finally satisfied that Her feet are perfectly clean. Only then does She drop the leash, stand up, and walk toward the bedroom without another word.

“Good night, foot b*tch.”

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