Beneath my feet while I eat

I’m going to enjoy my delicious chocolate cake all alone like a proper goddess should. I’ll order my slave to lie on the floor underneath the table and worship my beautiful feet. He deserves nothing more than my sweaty, vinegary soles on his tongue while I devour this light pastry. I’m disappointed that he must be reminded to thank me. This one requires more training to become an acceptable foot slave for someone as perfect as Goddess Adrienne.