BEATRICE - This idiot's tongue will become a cleaning rag! (HD)
In the luxurious apartment, the gorgeous goddess Beatrice reclined on the couch, her luscious curves filling the room with an irresistible aura of dominance. She glanced around, her eyes falling on the inadequate cleaning job done by her pathetic sissy boy, Lucas. With a look of disgust, she noticed that he had used a dry cloth to clean up after her, completely missing the point of proper housekeeping.
"Ugh, what a dumbass!" she scoffed, reaching for a dirty, dry cloth lying nearby. She shoved it into Lucas's mouth, filling it with her saliva as she spoke in a commanding tone. "This will teach you how to clean properly. Now, use your own saliva to moisten the cloth and try again."
With his mouth full of the disgusting rag, Lucas couldn't help but feel his face contort in disgust. But he knew better than to disobey his mistress's orders. He spat out the dirty saliva into a nearby bucket, taking the wet cloth and trying to clean up the remaining mess.
However, it seemed that the goddess was far from satisfied. She stood up, towering over her pathetic sissy boy like a giantess, and spat on the floor in front of him. "Clean that up too," she commanded, pointing at the puddle of her saliva.
Without hesitation, Lucas dropped to his knees and began lapping up the puddle with his tongue, his face contorting in disgust as he tasted his own saliva mixed with the floor's dirt. It was clear that this was no longer just a cleaning task—it was a humiliating act of submission to his mistress.
Beatrice's eyes watched her sissy boy with a mix of amusement and contempt. She knew he was only good for one thing: satisfying her every whim and desire. And right now, she decided, that meant using his tongue to clean her dirty sneakers.
She sat back down on the couch, placing her feet on the footrest so that Lucas could get a good view of her soles. "See that dirt?" she asked, pointing at her sneakers. "I want you to lick it all off—every last bit."
Without protest, Lucas lowered his head and began licking the dirty soles of his mistress's sneakers. His tongue, covered in dirt from her feet and his own saliva, scraped against the rubber, leaving behind small streaks of filth.
As he worked, Beatrice watched with a smirk, enjoying every moment of his humiliation. She knew that this was the only way her sissy boy would learn—through pain and humiliation. And she had no intention of letting up anytime soon.
In the end, Lucas managed to clean the sneakers thoroughly, his tongue raw and his face covered in sweat. But even then, Beatrice wasn't satisfied. She stood up, towering over him once again, and pointed at the floor where she had spat earlier.
"Clean that up too," she commanded, her voice dripping with contempt.
With a heavy heart, Lucas knew there was no escape. He crawled over to the puddle on the floor and began licking it up, his tongue now used to the disgusting taste of filth.
And so it went, round after round of humiliation and degradation. But for Beatrice, this was simply another day in the life of her beloved sissy boy.
