The BMB gathered their new recruit. His fate was sealed as he faced their dominant presence.
He knew his place- a slave beneath their powerful gaze. His body trembled awaiting the command.
Then came the demand- worship these master feet. His training began instantly.
A toothbrush his only tool- every toe every sole must shine. A disgusting task for a new slave.
He licked and adored each inch. The taste of power on his tongue.
His face became their footrest. Humiliation was the ultimate pleasure.
The pungent scent of their soles filled his nostrils. He was ordered to sniff deeply.
Another foot another face. His role was clear- a human mat.
The master watched his every move. Power radiated from his every pore.
A sole presented for deep worship. His mouth opened wide ready to obey.
He kissed and licked with fervor. A slave's devotion absolute and undeniable.
His body was their throne. The heavy weight of master feet on his chest.
Each arch each heel demanded attention. He massaged them with skilled hands.
More masters arrived- more feet to serve. His work was never done.
He rubbed away their weariness. Providing relief to his powerful superiors.
The master's foot- clean and satisfied. A silent testament to his slave's effort.
The Bad Masters enjoyed their afterparty. Their slaves exhausted but obedient.
His face still trapped under a foot. The ultimate sign of his complete submission.
The master smiled a predatory grin. His power absolute his slave broken.
The cycle would continue- endless slave domination. His fate was sealed forever.
