Le père Noël a besoin de pieds propres

In the 6th part of our 7 part Christmas Serial, I decide to stay barefoot. My feet had been a lot sweatier than even I imagined or planned for, and, all fun aside, I can't go out with feet so sweaty. Only one thing for it, call in my sub slut hubby and get him to give them a good clean. While he's all to attenative, getting the tongue right between the toes and run right up the sole, this can't be a pleasant experience - they are sweaty and smell from being in such warm boots all day. To credit, he leaves no spot unclean - I decide to tease his eagerness to please a little - moving my feet out of reach, or making his tongue out so I can control what he has.