The mistress's feet, bare and inviting, are the center of his world. She orders him to her, her voice a whip crack in the quiet room. He crawls, his eyes fixed on her soles, his heart pounding in his chest. She spreads her feet, allowing him access to the space between them. He leans in, his breath warm on her skin, his tongue snaking out to lick the delicate curve of her big toe. She shudders, a smile playing on her lips as she watches him, her slave, lost in his worship of her feet.