Lady Samantha's new slave awaited his initiation, a bundle of nerves and anticipation. His heart pounded within his chest as he heard the lock click open, signaling his release from the confines of the kennel. Slowly, he emerged, his eyes wide with awe and fear at the sight of the imposing mistress before him.
"You must learn obedience, slave," she commanded, her voice dripping with authority. "Begin your training now."
The slave nodded, trembling slightly as he knelt down on the cold floor. He could feel the weight of her gaze upon him, and it sent shivers down his spine.
"First," she continued, her finger pointing towards her long, shiny pvc boots, "you will clean my boots with your tongue. See to it that you clean them thoroughly, from the soles to the heels."
The slave nodded again, his mouth watering at the thought of tasting her boots. He leaned forward, pressing his face against the leather and inhaling deeply, taking in her scent. Then, he slowly extended his tongue, tracing the outline of the boots before beginning his slow and deliberate lick.
His tongue lapped against the boots, cleaning them meticulously as he listened to Lady Samantha's instructions. He could feel her pleasure in his service, and it only fueled his desire to please her even more.
As he progressed, he became bolder, pressing his tongue deeper into the crevices of the boots. He could feel his cock hardening in his pants, and he knew that this was a sign of submission.
When he had finished cleaning the boots, Lady Samantha stood up and removed them, revealing her bare feet. Her soles were black with dirt, and she pointed to them, nodding towards the slave.
"Now," she commanded, "you will clean my feet. Use your tongue to lick every inch of my soles, heels, and toes. Remember the scent and the taste, for it will be ingrained in you forever."
The slave hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. But Lady Samantha's gaze was upon him, and he knew that disobedience would not be tolerated. With trembling hands, he reached out and pressed his lips to her foot, feeling the rough texture of her skin against his own.
His tongue flicked out, tracing the outline of her foot before moving slowly up towards her heel. He could feel the warmth of her flesh against his tongue, and it sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body.
As he worked his way up her foot, he took long, deep breaths, inhaling the unique scent of her skin. It was intoxicating, and he found himself growing more aroused with every passing moment.
When he had finished, Lady Samantha nodded her approval. "Very good, slave," she purred, her voice a whisper of approval. "Now, return to your kennel."
With a heavy heart, the slave obeyed, his mind reeling with the events of the day. He knew that this was just the beginning of his training, but he also knew that it was a privilege to be serving such a powerful and commanding mistress.
As he crawled back into his kennel, he could still feel the taste of her skin on his tongue, and the scent of her feet lingered in his nostrils. It was a bittersweet moment, one that marked the beginning of his journey as a slave.
