Adwentowy Dzień Kalendarzowy 19: Po pracy spocone stopy pachnące moim stołkiem

Today, I come back from work after 12h spent in my flat shoes and I can already tell my feet are sweaty like never before. My slave is waiting for me, on his knees at the door, ready to give me the leash and kiss my feet to tell me "good evening". As he is blindfolded, I lift my foot just enough to let the smell escape and reach his nose. He now knows what will be his job for the next hour. I handcuff him to the chair and use his face as a footstool, making him smell, kiss and lick : such a pathetic slave !