Inara watches as her slave lies on her back right at her feet. "smell it!" inara orders, and claire obediently presses her face to her feet, inhaling the scent of sweat and skin. her nose rests against the arch of her foot, her tongue lolls out to lick every inch — from the heel to the tips of her toes. inara enjoys watching her slave turn into a living stand— she doesn't dare touch the goddess without permission. then inara lifts her foot and slowly pulls the slave's mouth over her foot like a sock. "deeper!" she says, thrusting her toes down her throat. claire wheezes, but she does not resist — her throat contracts, trying to take the whole foot. inara laughs, feeling saliva trickle down her ankle. now the slave crawls around the room after her, then licks her feet from below, arching her back, then freezes on her side, sucking her toes. inara sits astride her, pressing her feet to her face, making her to lick even the most inaccessible places.
