Returning home after an evening out, the scent of the city still clinging to your soles, you settle onto the sofa. Your sandals are filthy, a fact you inspect with cold satisfaction. She is commanded to clean them, and for her failure to address the grime on your socks, she is punished with the whip. Once the sandals are spotless, you force her to remove them from your feet. A chain-linked clip is fastened to her nipple, from which your soiled socks are hung.
The true test begins. You stand and deliver fifty brutal kicks to her cunt. The rule is absolute: if the socks fall, the count restarts. Agony is her only reward. With that completed, you sit and force her to her knees. Your feet toy with the chain, using it as a footrest, before you suddenly wrench the clip from her flesh with a callous pull. Your toes then torment her nipples as you declare her breasts are no longer her own. To mark your property, you stamp your footprints onto her tits with savage force, one foot after the other, again and again, until the dark imprints of your soles are beautifully displayed on her skin.
Her pleas for mercy are met with kicks to her head until you are satisfied. Forced to kneel once more, she receives a final warning: this is her last chance to prove herself a worthy toilet. You make her lie back, mouth agape, and fill it with your waste. She is commanded to consume every last bit, and after a thorough inspection confirms her mouth is clean, you spit upon her and force her to swallow the used cleaning paper.
