Mistress Iside demands perfection, her expectant gaze upon her slave as he kneels before her. Her feet, adorned in delicate lace, await meticulous attention. She points to a stray speck of dirt on her polished toenail, her voice a sharp reprimand. With trembling hands, the submissive obeys, his tongue darting out to delicately swipe at the offending particle. Iside's soles twitch, the sensitivity heightened as he lavishes her feet with worshipful care. She guides his head, positioning it just so for optimal cleaning. Her breath hitches as his lips graze her Achilles tendon, sending shivers down her spine.
Finally, she withdraws her foot, inspecting it critically before deeming it acceptable.
