【品丝论足】Diary of a Female Slave

I haven't seen Mistress Winnie for a week, but feeling the rope tied around my body is like being by her side. Today I received a call from Mistress Winnie and rushed over to serve her. She looked at the rope on me with satisfaction. Looking at her black-stockinged feet under her red dress, wearing red high heels, my lowly disease flared up. She said the black stockings she is wearing now haven't been washed for a week. I can't wait to taste the delicacy she bestows upon me. This time the taste is indeed stronger than before—the smell of sweat and leather stimulates me, and I can't stop. I lick every inch of smell and dust on her feet, mouthful by mouthful. Mistress is very satisfied with my performance and rewards me with the black stockings she was wearing. I personally take off the stockings from her fair legs and feet, and she uses her feet to stuff them into my mouth. The taste is even stronger. I want to serve Mistress longer, but she is tired and needs to rest. She orders me to go and clean all the high heels at the door. If the stockings can go unwashed for a week, the shoes must not have been cleaned for at least a month, right? The smell must be even better. Mistress really gives the best to her lowly dog. Thank you, Mistress.