DESCRIPTION: After a long day of appointments, I'm exhausted. My feet ache, and I need some serious pampering. That's where my loyal foot bitch comes in. I summon him to the CBT chair, where I recline in comfort, and command him to use his mouth to soothe my tired soles. He eagerly obliges, his lips and tongue working in tandem to massage away the stress of the day. As he licks and sucks, I can feel the tension melt away, replaced by a sense of dominance and control. My footstool is at my beck and call, and he'll do whatever it takes to keep me happy.
