Ivory Soles - Training A Tiny Sweat Rag

Ivory Soles - Training A Tiny Sweat Rag

Ivory Soles was a stunning giantess, standing at an impressive eight feet tall. Her eyes sparkled like sapphires and her long, luscious hair cascaded down her back in golden waves. She had the most amazing pair of feet that any foot fetish enthusiast could ever dream of worshipping. Her soles were as smooth as silk, and her high arches begged to be adored. Her toes, on the other hand, were a different story – each one perfected and well-manicured, with bright polish that matched her icy-white skin tone. Over the months, she had grown to cherish her little shrunken slave who spent every waking moment inside her shoes, breathing in her foot sweat and absorbing her essence. But today, things were about to change.

Ivory looked down at her slave, who was no bigger than a pocket watch now. His face was flush with exhaustion, but there was also a hint of excitement in his eyes when he saw her approaching. "It's about time you woke up, little one," she said, her deep, velvety voice sending shivers down his spine. "You've been sleeping long enough." She bent down and picked him up gently between two fingers, examining him closely. "You've become quite comfortable in my shoes, haven't you?" She chuckled softly, a soft rumble that reverberated throughout the room.

Without waiting for an answer, she placed him on the floor and stood over him, towering above him like a mountain. "I've decided that you've had enough rest, slave," she announced, her voice filled with authority. "From now on, you're going to have to work harder for your mistress." She bent down again and picked him up, holding him close to her lips. "Start by cleaning my feet," she commanded. "Every inch of them."

Her slave nodded earnestly, his heart pounding in anticipation of what was to come. He couldn't wait to taste her delicious foot sweat and pay homage to her perfect toes. But first, he had to prove himself worthy of her attention. Taking a deep breath, he began his task with utmost care. He started with her feet, slowly cleaning every crevice and corner, using his own body to wipe away the dirt and sweat that had accumulated over time. He licked her heels, kissed her arches, and nibbled on her toes, savoring every delicate flavor.

meanwhile, Ivory watched with amusement as her little slave worked diligently at her feet. She couldn't help but feel a surge of pride in him. "You have always taken such good care of me, haven't you, little one?" she asked, her voice gentle yet commanding. "And now, it's time for me to return the favor." Reaching down, she picked him up again and held him close to her face. "Open your mouth," she ordered. "And say 'ahh'." He opened his mouth obediently, and she breathed in deeply, filling his mouth with the foulest, stinkiest, most delicious toe jam he'd ever tasted.

And then, it was time for phase two of his training. Ivory held him up to her face once more, letting him feel the warmth of her breath on his skin. "You've been my personal sweat rag for far too long, slave," she said, her voice low and threatening. "From now on, you're going to be more than just a rag. You're going to be everything that I need you to be." And with that, she leaned down and used his body to wipe the sweat from her soles.