Look Honey... A Footslave!
‘Look honey... a footslave! Make him shine our shoes!’
‘Sure thing, sweetie!... You there, the slave, lickshine my boots. And make sure you get off all the gunk and dirt!’
‘Yes, master sir. At once, master sir. Please don’t beat me, master!’
‘Haha! He’s frightened of you, honey! You rock!’
‘Now lickshine my girl’s sneakers, slave! And I wanna be able to see my face in them!’
‘Do as my boyfriend says, slave. Shine my dirty sneaks. And don’t touch my socks!’
‘Yes, mistress madam. Yes, master sir. Please don’t beat me, masters!’
‘Haha! It tickles, honey! I can feel his tongue on my toes!’
‘Do you want me to whip him for you, sweetie?’
‘Nah, let’s just leave him to rot in the dirt. I’m feeling all horny now. Let’s go back to your place!’
‘Sure thing, sweetie!’