More of my collages [thread]

[slavegirl]

[slavegirl]

She, "it," knew better than to act before being given a command. Master was an exacting man with his little slavette, punishing her with a brutal stomp or grind any time she acted in any way out of line with exactly what he wanted of her. Sometimes, even when she performed precisely as her Master desired, she'd still find herself relegated to one of his shoes for up to days on end before her next use. Such was the live of just one puny little 'slutbug'. "Sniff." She'd hear her Master finally rumble as he shifted to pull out his phone, and she crawled over to his left heel to begin yet another humbling worship session.

[slavegirl]

"G- God, please! I- I've been... S- stuck under a speck of lint for-"

Saxon heard the squeak of his tiny foot slave and rolled his eyes. "Are you kidding me? You can’t even get out from under a speck of lint?"

"That’s not my problem. Figure it out." he huffed as he propped his feet up on his coffee table while he gamed.

The bassy BWWHOOOOMMM of his heels kicking up was accompanied by a body-rattling quake that prompted the slave girl, and the speck of lint she was stuck under, to tumble down as a single, combined piece of dirt to the coffee table; right at the base of one comparatively giga-goliathan heel.

"Damn I love how fucking small you are. I can’t even fathom how insignificant your existence is." Saxon said under his breath, never taking his eyes off his screen as his thumbs worked his controller.

The tiny mite girl had only just managed to peel herself out of the speck of lint she was stuck to and crawled herself over to the towering wall of her Master's fleshy heel to begin kissing.. Licking.. Sniffing like an obedient slave.

"Good foot slave. Glad to see you were able to overcome my foot lint." He chuffed, wiggling his toes, some pieces of lint falling from above, crashing onto the coffee table next to the pitiable gnat of a girl.

[slavegirl]

She had spent the past 3 days as her God's flip flop grunge and was only now starting to crawl along the curvaceous landscape of his footprint in search of suitable dirt to eat.

[slavegirl]

Saxon pulled his foot up onto his leg to examine his sole for a moment. He squinted as he try to figure out where his foot slave had gone, but she was so small and covered by his gunk that it was nearly impossible to find her. He took his thumb and gently massaged his sole, kneading her further into his skin.

"goodness you feel so good down there. Just my little germ I can do whatever I want to. Just absorb my odor, my sweat, my grime."