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In a dimly lit room, a leather-clad Lady Deborah reclines, her nylon-sheathed feet tantalizingly close to her kneeling sub. The sub, eyes closed, breathes in the heady scent of Lady Deborah's feet, her body trembling with anticipation. She tentatively touches her tongue to the nylon, tasting the faint saltiness, as Lady Deborah's dominant voice orders her to "Smell... lick... worship."