The slave is in the cell, wearing his straightjacket, in the cold. The sound of my heels announces my arrival. Beautiful, authoritarian, total black, with a leather hat on my head. The prisoner hasn't eaten for days but luckily for him I know how to feed him. I wake him up with the sound of my cane ??on the cell bars. I enter and find him sitting on the floor, malnourished and weak. I sit on the bed and start by making him lick my shoes starting from the tips to the soles and then move on to making him suck the heels. For the moment he can only eat the dust on my shoes, encouraged by my whip. But now it's time for the real meal... I have my shoes taken off and the slave discovers the black soles of my feet. I enjoyed walking all over the prison, including the kitchen, and there may be traces of real food stuck on my soles? I order him to lick the dirty and disgusting soles from my divine extremities. His tongue cleans my soles, but it's a long job? I put my toes in his mouth one by one. I spit in his mouth because it's dry and he can't clean my feet well. Continue licking, first one then the other then both at the same time. Despite his commitment and his hunger, he can't clean them very well, also because there was a lot of dirt and because he is dehydrated. This good-for-nothing made me tired, but I had fun. I walk away saying that maybe I'll come back tomorrow to give them the same treatment.
