The Divine Mistress's Feet Pedicure
The day was long and tiresome for Lady Scarlet, walking around Milan. Her feet were aching from the uncomfortable sandals she wore, her normally pristine feet now dry and flaking off. As soon as she returned to her studio, she called out to her slave who had been waiting anxiously for her return. She'd noticed him loitering in the background as she went about her business.
"Get over here, you worthless piece of flesh," she commanded him harshly, her voice carrying an undeniable edge of anger and impatience. As the slave scurried over to his mistress, she couldn't help but marvel at his obedience despite how he'd failed her earlier.
"Take off my sandals," she instructed him, pointing to the offending footwear. Without hesitation, the slave kneeled down and removed each sandal, placing them reverently at his mistress's feet. It was then that she noticed how he avoided making eye contact with her, knowing full well how upset she was.
"Look at me!" she shouted, causing the slave to flinch but still not meet her gaze. "I said look at me!" she repeated, her voice a low growl that sent shivers down the slave's spine. Reluctantly, he lifted his head to look at her, his eyes wide with fear and anticipation.
"You disappoint me," she said quietly, leaning forward to speak directly into his ear. "You were supposed to make my bed, but it was still unmade when I got back. Now, if that wasn't enough, you've allowed my feet to become a mess."
Without another word, she gestured for him to lie down on the floor, his head near her feet. She then proceeded to massage her tired soles against his cheek, feeling the rough stubble scratch against her skin. Despite the slight discomfort, it felt strangely good to have someone attending to her needs after a long day.
As she massaged her feet, she pulled out a pumice stone and began rubbing it against her heel. To her delight, she saw the skin peeling off, revealing smooth and supple flesh underneath. Some of the loose skin stuck to the pumice stone while some fell onto the slave's face.
"Clean it up," she ordered, pointing to the pieces of skin lying on the floor. Without hesitation, the slave used his tongue to pick up the flakes and swallowed them obediently. Seeing this, Lady Scarlet became more experimental, rubbing the pumice stone over his cheek as well as her foot. The slave was instructed to pass the stone back and forth between them, alternating between feet and cheek.
When she was finally satisfied, Lady Scarlet stopped him and made him eat all the pieces of skin that had fallen on the floor. It was a bizarre sight but one that left her feeling strangely aroused. She could see how devoted her slave was to her, even when she was angry or upset with him.
With a satisfied smile on her face, Lady Scarlet stood up, her sandals once again in her hands. "That will teach you to take care of me," she said with a smirk, knowing full well that her slave would remember this lesson for a long time to come. She walked away, leaving him there on the floor, wondering what punishment would be next.
