A serf's life is one of service, of pleasing his mistress in any way she desires. Today, that means worshipping her feet, every inch, every curve, every bone. He starts at the heel, his tongue tracing a slow, sensual path up to her toes. She watches, her eyes dark with pleasure and power. Her body is a temple, and he is her humble priest, paying homage with his tongue. But this is not a gentle, loving act. No, this is BDSM, raw and intense. As he licks, she whips, the crack of the leather against his skin echoing his every move. He gasps, but he does not stop. He cannot stop. He is hers to command, hers to punish, hers to pleasure. And he would have it no other way.