There's a knock at the door. When it opens, Mistress Kenna is standing there with Her phone up, smiling, and She's stunning: flawless dark skin so smooth it looks painted on, and a face you'd expect in a makeup ad.

"Surprise. You thought a fake name would protect you? I have every session you paid Me for in LA, I have your real name, and I know exactly where you live. So here's how this works. You serve Me on camera, or every single person you know gets the videos. Get on your f*cking knees."

Cut to it in its new life: a dog. Dog mask, mittens so it can't use its hands, knee and elbow pads so it can crawl all day, collar, leash, and a t*il plug wagging out of its *ss. Mistress Kenna stands over it in a bl*ck crop top that shows off Her flat stomach. She holds the leash short and puts Her muddy red Van in its face, a size 10 at the end of one long, shapely leg.

"Look what I walked through to get here. That's your breakfast, dog. Tongue out. L*ck it. Heel to toe. Get it out of the tread. All of it."

It l*cks the mud off Her soles while She watches, yanking the leash every time it slows down. Chunks fall off onto the floor.

"Did I say you could w*ste it? Down. L*ck it off the floor. Every crumb. Dogs eat off the floor. Now thank Me for feeding you. That's it? Louder, you pathetic f*cking mutt."

It crawls and l*cks up the mud with Her perfect round *ss in tight white booty shorts right above it, the closest it will ever get. Then She makes it take Her shoes off with its teeth. No hands. It works the laces with its mouth and drags each shoe off.

Underneath are Her striped softball practice socks, filthy and soaked through from a whole practice.

"Sn*ff. Deep. Again. That's hours of Me sweating in a pair of sneakers, and it's the best thing you'll ever smell. Now suck it. Suck the sweat out of My sock. L*ck the bottom where it's blackest."

It sn*ffs, sucks and l*cks the socks while She grinds them into its face. Then it pulls them off with its teeth too, one at a time, uncovering long, elegant size 10 feet with skin as perfect as the rest of Her.

"Now My feet. Suck them clean. Every toe. Between them. If I find one speck of dirt you're l*cking the floor again."

Then She shoves it onto its back on the floor and stands on it. Those gorgeous legs tower over it as She tramples it, walking on its chest and stomach while it groans under Her full weight. Then She leans over its face, that beautiful face looking down at it with total contempt.

"Open."

She spits in its mouth. Again. And again.

"Swallow. Say thank You, Mistress. That's not good enough. Open again."

She puts it into the recliner position and feeds it Her dirty feet one more time, pushing Her toes into its mouth until it's sucking them clean. Then She takes Her time looking down the length of Her legs at it.

"Good. Now you're going to be My trash can."

Mistress Kenna gets up, and those white shorts walk away to get Her pedicure kit...

Continued in Mistress Kenna's Blackmailed Trash Can 2: Taste My Foot W*ste.

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