Mistress Candy's solas are a feast for the senses, and her eager slave is the lucky guest. He's trained to worship, his tongue a eager instrument of pleasure. From the tips of her toes to her heels, he licks, he sucks, he savors. Her feet, her solas, are his world, his obsession. He's her feet slave, her podolatria devotee, and she's his Deusa, his Goddess, his everything.