Carol sits on the couch while her slave vicky stands submissively, like a goddess's footstool. "smell it," carol commands, tossing her a sweaty sock. the slave grabs it with her lips, inhaling her mistress's scent deeply, memorizing every nuance. "now—bring it!" the slave snatches the sock in her teeth like a ball and crawls after carol, wiggling her butt until carol stops and yanks it back in a game of tug-of-war. the slave whines, trying to hold on to the trophy, but the goddess is stronger—she wins, and then without warning, shoves the sock deep into the slave's mouth. "swallow it, bitch," carol whispers, watching drool drip down her chin. suddenly, carol drops the slave on her back and stands on her back like a trampoline, jumping and laughing. "good footstool," the goddess says, then straddles her like a horse. the slave wheezes, but doesn't dare resist—she knows her place is only beneath carol's feet. then, finally, he allows her a "reward": he lowers his bare foot into her open mouth. but simply licking is too much of a luxury. carol slowly presses, stretching vicky's throat until she begins to gag. true worship begins where dignity ends.
