Three slaves lie at our feet. Little Goth Bat, Mistress Hecate, and I make them breathe in the intense sweat trapped in our boots. They lick the heels spotless, polishing them with their tongues until everything shines. One boy takes the heel deep down his throat, sucking on it like a filthy bitch. We pass the slaves around so that each tastes the dirt of different shoes. One lies flat on the ground and must lick the dirty sole of our heels. In the blazing Greek sun our feet collected a lot of sweat and now their tongues will serve us as towels. We slip off our shoes. Our slaves crawl closer, eager to kiss our damp soles and lick our bare feet from top to bottom. I shove my toes into my servant´s open mouths and make hin suffer. We spit on them, mixing saliva with sweat and command them to swallow. They must lick every single millimeter of our feet and toes, until they are perfectly cleaned from their eager tongues.