During broad daylight in a small place under a busy street there was my foot slave. Gagging on my big sweaty foot and choking. The pure taste of my Arab foot was simply too mesmerising for my slave. I ordered it to take off my other sweaty sock and put my sock in its mouth. Not only should a foot slave sniff the sweat but also taste it too.
I put my other big foot on its face whilst it tasted my sweat and looked down on my slave and laughed. The thrill of dominating my slave in public made it ever better, it surged my domination and I made sure he gagged on my feet for a long period of time. Licking between my toes and kissing my big soles because I was born superior and my slave was born to worship my feet.
It was difficult at first for my slave to gag on my feet but as you can see it took great amount of pressure and strength for my slave to take in my big foot and it looks glorious. I love looking at my slave as it struggles to worship my entire foot, that struggle is a great reflection for striving to be at the best potential for the sole pleasure of its Master, me. And that makes a great slave.
I grabbed my slave by the neck and told it to open its mouth so I could spit in its mouth. My superior spit along with my feet was too much perfection for my slave but it made it understand that it was born to be under my big feet even more then before. Finally, after waiting so long my slave finally got to taste my glorious feet and sniff my sweat socks. It got to be the slave it had always wanted to be. And doing it in public made it ever better, if only the people opposite the road knew that this person was a foot faggot desperate to lick and suck on my toes. He cleaned out the dirt and made sure my feet were clean with the use of its tongue as that is what his tongue is used for now. He is my personal foot cleaner.