Rugby Player

“Knock, knock”.. my first session of the day was about to start. As I opened the door, wearing my skinny jeans, black top and flip flops, there he was- a 6 foot plus bulky figure handling a bottle of wine and a box of chocolates standing in front of me. Politely he said hello and I invited him in. I took the gifts from him and noticed the chocolates - they had NUTS. Urghh I don‘t eat these. Did he really think that by buying me this it will automatically grant him some kind of special treatment ? He is in for a surprise. We briefly spoke about general things and then I ordered him to remove my flip flops.. He soon discovered my absolutely filthy dirty soles. Something he so desired. He had 45 mins to clean them spotless. I told him to lay on the floor as I sat on the bed above him- the perfect position. Always beneath my feet. As he began cleaning my soles with his tongue, I humiliated him. As time went on I could see that he was struggling to keep up with this one task he had so I put pressure on him. You’ll have to use your imagination here.. Needless to say he managed to clean my soles spotless. This was one of my first experiences with spitting and impact play in a specific area.