Cleaning Doormat (720 HD)
Lady Kara's doormat was filthy, and she was in no mood to spare her slave from the task of cleaning it. She grabbed a vacuum cleaner with a variety of nozzles and got to work, her long legs striding across the room as she positioned the machine between her feet.
Her footwear was immaculate, and she knew that the slave's tongue would be perfect for removing any remaining dirt or grime. With a sneer, she bent down and placed one foot on his face, grinding her heel into his nose as he gagged on the scent of her expensive perfume.
"You pathetic creature," she spat, her blue eyes flashing with contempt. "You're lucky I don't just step right into your mouth."
She ran one of the nozzles up and down her instep, feeling the vibrations against her skin as she watched the dirt fly from her shoes. The slave's tongue flicked out, desperate to clean her feet but also eager to taste the dirt that clung to them.
"That's it, slave," Lady Kara purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Clean my feet like they deserve to be cleaned."
As he lapped at her feet, she moved the nozzle to his face, grinding it against his cheek and chin. The sensation was both humiliating and arousing for him, knowing that she held all the power in this twisted relationship.
Finally, satisfied that her doormat was spotless, Lady Kara stood up and stepped away from her trembling slave. "Now," she said, her voice cool and commanding, "you can return to your pathetic existence, knowing that you've served your purpose."
With that, she turned her back on him and walked away, leaving him with a cocktail of emotions swirling within him: shame, humiliation, and an inexplicable sense of satisfaction at having pleased his mistress.
