In broad daylight, in a small square under a busy street, there was my slave on foot. Gagging on my big sweaty foot and choking. The pure taste of my Arab foot was just too enticing for my slave. I ordered his to remove my other sweaty sock and put my sock in his mouth. A foot slave must not only sniff sweat, but also taste it.
I put my other big foot on his face while he tasted my sweat and looked at my slave and laughed. The thrill of dominating my slave in public made it even better, it made my dominance rise and I made sure he gagged on my feet for a long time. Licking between my toes and kissing my fat soles because I was born superior and my slave was born to scrub my feet like a good bastard.
At first it was hard for my slave to gag my feet, but as you can see it took a lot of pressure and force for my slave to take my big foot and it looks glorious. I love watching my slave as he struggles to worship my whole foot, this struggle is a great reflection to strive to be at his best potential for the sole pleasure of his master, me. And that makes for a great slave.
I grabbed my slave by the neck and told him to open his mouth so I could spit into his mouth. My superior spit with my feet was too perfect for my slave, but it made him realize that he was born to be even more under my big feet than before. Finally, after waiting so long, my slave was finally able to clean my glorious feet and sniff my sweat socks. He was becoming the slave he had always wanted to be. And doing it in public made it even better, if only the people across the road knew that this person was a faggot who desperately wanted to lick and suck my toes. He cleaned the dirt and made sure my feet were clean with his tongue, because that’s what his tongue is for right now. He is my personal foot cleaner.
