"The Accidental Spa Master"
The Licking Girls Feet studio was a place of luxury and indulgence, where even the lowest of servants were treated to the finest of treatments. Slave Avril, a newcomer to the establishment, found herself in an unusual situation when she was appointed as the "honorary" spa master for her mistresses, Beatrice and Victoria. Although she was excited by the prospect of serving them, she soon realized that her duties were not as glamorous as she had imagined.
As she knelt before them, eager to please, Avril watched as her mistresses removed their sandals and began to scrape the old skin from their heels. The smell of sweat and dirt filled the air as they vigorously rubbed their feet against each other. Avril's heart sank when she saw that she was expected to clean up this mess.
"Would you like me to clean your feet, mistresses?" she asked timidly, her voice trembling with fear. They didn't reply, simply gesturing for her to get closer with a flick of their toes. Avril hesitated, unsure of what was expected of her. She didn't want to anger them, but she also didn't want to displease them.
"Suck on my heel, slave," ordered Beatrice, pushing her foot into Avril's mouth. Avril gagged as she tasted the sweat and dirt from her mistress's foot. She couldn't believe she was being asked to do such a degrading task. But she knew better than to disobey, so she sucked harder, determined to please them.
As she worked, she could feel Victoria's foot pressing against her cheek, urging her to clean it more thoroughly. The pain was intense, but Avril refused to show any weakness. She concentrated on her task, using her tongue to scrub at the rough skin and remove any remaining dirt.
Hours passed, and Avril's mouth felt raw from all the filth she had been forced to swallow. But still, her mistresses weren't satisfied. They continued to use her face and body as tools for their own pleasure, rubbing their feet against her skin and demanding she lick every inch clean.
Avril wept silently, not wanting to anger them further. She knew that this was her place, that she was nothing more than a slave to them. But deep down, she couldn't help but wonder when this cruel treatment would end.
