Eat The Cake From My Nylon Feet

How nice I can For his bday my slave gets a few lumps of delicious muddy cake as a present from me. He is so blessed about but then he quickly understands what that means for him. Of course he is not permitted to eat and love the cake just like that. NO! He has to eat this mud cake from my feet! I take off my high-heeled slippers and press my stinking nylon foot into the middle of the cake. I crush it and make it the best cheesecake he has ever seen! Open broad, slave! Now there is aromatic bday cheese cake! Yummy!