Mistress Gaia – Tasty Grit

The day spent at the beach put me in a superb mood. I also thought of my slave, who stayed to clean the dungeon space while I was at the beach having joy with my friends. In fact, as soon as I get back to the basement, I have a bounty all for him. When I left the beach I didnt wash my feet which are still dirty with sand. He will have to deal with it with extreme allegiance, as he did last summer. If he wants to slurp my feet he has to do it under these conditions, certainly a bitch like him does not deserve to eat them when they are clean. As I expected, this slave instantaneously rushes to gobble them. However, since the sand is so much he has to gulp it. There are noises while hes chewing on the grit that truly make me laugh a lot. As he licks I tell him that perhaps if he behaves well, one day he will have the honor of accompanying me and some of my friends to the sea. Everyone on the beach would understand that he is a slave, both because he should serve us and revere us in all respects. After all, a abominable man like him could never go to the sea with beautiful women. I determine to also practice a lot of footgagging while he is gobbling. When I bury my feet to the back of his mouth he gasps for air. Who knows if its just the sand that bothers him? After making him give one last eat, not without some insult because he is incapable to maintain the right position, I send him away. Now that he has eaten most of the sand, I can go and take a nice relieving shower, without getting too .