Something I really enjoy is spitting out half chewed food and then squashing it into the surface of the floor with the sole of my shoe or boot before my human toy has to consume the food. The human toy must lick the sole of the shoe or boot clean at the end of the meal.
Licking a sole clean is such a perfect indication of the chasm in status between the human toy and the Mistress. And the footwear can be a high-heeled, very sexy boot or shoe; or can be a much less erotic item of footwear. The effect and messages are the same, or perhaps even more rammed home, if the footwear is a track shoe, plain shoe, or flat heeled boot or Ugg boot.
It is probably not a coincidence that two of the most cruel and naturally dominant visitors of whom bitch-boy suffered the cruel attention, within five minutes of each of them arriving, had him licking the soles of their shoes clean while they chatted to me and we casually discussed the forthcoming afternoon.
There is no skin contact, the toy can be mostly ignored, (apart from the occasional curt instruction for more diligence), the sole obviously can be dirty from every source of detritus imaginable, yet not a moments thought is given to hygiene for the toy. The message is that they do not deserve any thoughts about hygiene. And the almost pointless extreme cleanliness of the sole of the Mistresses’ shoe sole is so, so much more important than the self respect or health of the toy. Delightful!
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Thank you for your powerful post, I have read both instances you refer to in your journals and also from your older journals, seemingly it is almost the default welcome for your sister Sarah.
Please may I ask your thoughts on the health risk associated with that? Is there a risk of potentially severe, albeit unintended, consequences? Or is that risk so minimal as to be reasonably discounted? Are there any mitigations or precautions you take before or after having your bb do that?
I am assuming there is a risk but I have always considered the risk so minimal as to be reasonably discounted. Babies eat dirt/soil almost always and more than once. The exit handles in toilets are absolutely germ ridden, yet in a restaurant, we open the exit door by the handle, AFTER we have washed our hands and then we go and use our hands to eat all sorts of foods like fries.
Mistress could, if hygiene concerns Her, assign Her slave the duty of cleaning and disinfecting the soles of Her boot[s] regularly, soo that there will be no cause for worry about a slave becoming ill and unable to serve. However, as Mistress Scarlet points out, most of us are used to little things like that, and slaves’ rigorous lifestyle gives their systems the ability to survive a great many physical insults, inside and out. Thank You, Mistress.
Thank you for the suggestion.
Mmm my idea of heaven licking up half chewed food that’s not only been spat out, but also squashed into the floor by a Dominant Lady. Or indeed licking the soles of Her shoes clean.
Absolutely yes! And the slave is so grateful for Mistress’s kindness to it.
MsScarletetuk. I couldn’t agree more. One of my most submissive actions was licking clean the sole of a Dommes gym shoe. It was sexy or a turn on for me But let me know how insignificant I was only being used to clean Her dirty shoe. After it was spotless I was required to thank Her and was sent on my way!!! Thank You again Good to know I’m not the only one used this way.
I love that at the end you had to thank her. I just love that!
In many Gynarchist homes, the slave must routinely thank its Mistress by kissing or licking Her boots. A typical situation wjould be whipping, for indoctrination, education, serious punishment, or merely for Mistress’s pleasure and entertainment. When the castigation is complete (or Mistress simply tires of Her amusement), She will sit down and rest. If the slave has been hung by its wrists for the lesson, She or an Assistant will untie the simple slip knot — or the slave may simply have stood still for the gift of pain. One way or another, the whipped male crawls, on its belly like a worm, to the Feet of the Mistress, to salute the with its grateful lips and tongue.
The symbolism is that a correctiive punishment — or the privilege of entertaining Her with its suffering — is a gift to Her slave by a generous Mistress. Thanking Her by serving as Her boot-cleaner is simply gratitude. But it also reinforces the slave’s devotion and an acknowlegement of its subservient dependency toward its Owner.
This worthless admirer sends You, Mistress Scarlet, groveling cyber-kisses on the toes of Your boots for the privilege of submitting this humble missive to Your blog.
wonderful, perfect and fitting.
My wife, and long term owner has had me cleaning a pair of her shoes nightly for a couple of years now. She leaves out a pair and expects them cleaned. It was taken to a new level recently when out for a walk she spotted a giant slug in our nearby park. Without a second thought she went over and squished it flat. Needles to say licking that pair was probably one of the most humiliating experiences ever… But still I worship her!
She does sound wonderful!
Dear Mistress Scarlet ,
I read you blog faithfully and it is wonderful (thank you)…
For a long time I have enjoyed being my full time slave, in my marriage she rules over me in all things. Humiliation has been a corner stone. One of our favorites (perhaps more for her) has been licking shoes, the whole shoe including the heel. Each night I am tasked with licking a pair of her shoes (especially the soles) to a shine. She took this to a new and ultra cruel level recently when we went walking after a rain storm. She was wearing a nice pair of, comfortable leather boots. The kind you would enjoy for a casual walk.
She spotted on our path up ahead a long yellow banana slug… In a flash she walked over to it and crushed it with abandon beneath her heels. Grinding her foot in circles until satisfied. She then checked up an down the pathway to ensure we alone. Which unfortunately for me was the case, then she pivoted her foot towards me. Lick, slave… and to my shame and humiliation I did. The taste was putrid, the smell was worse and my shame complete.
Once I had cleaned her boots we continued our walk and nothing more was said…
With care,
robby.
wow.
When you learn to like that, robby, your Mistress will be quite pleased.
If a dominant wishes to have a go at having the soles of their shoes tongue cleaned but is paranoid over the potential risk to health. Preparation as follows may help. Find a pair of your shoes with smooth soles. Wipe the soles clean with antiseptic wipes. Wipe the floor clean with the same wipes where the action will take place. Prepare fresh food. Use the fresh food, half chewed, spat on the floor you have cleaned, squashed with the sols you have cleaned. The tongue cleaning of the floor and soles can begin.
Mistress Scarlet is truly kind to outline the safety procedure that will lower the likelihood of a slave becoming seriously ill from the joyful and fulfilling act of submissively degrading itself at Her feet and licking the soles of Her Beautiful Boots. Mistress’s plan will also avoid repercussions in the vanilla world from illness or permanent damage to the slave while in servitude.
However, this unworthy worm respectfully suggests that Mistress need not trouble Herself personally with the details of this sanitation and protection process. To do so would interfere, in fact, with the scene image of Her Sublimity and Divinity. It is enough for Mistress to authorize a slave to tend to these details, perhaps before Mistress Herself descends to the dungeon to lend Her Presence to the veneration and humiliation. Performing this preparation, in fact, will give the sub even more reasons to be grateful to the Mistress, and assure that the job will be done with suitable care.
Thank You again, Mistress Scarlet, for being the Perfect Dominant Goddess in every way.
You might enjoy reading a short story by the late comedian, musician and author Steve Allen, titled “Seventy.” It was published several years ago in a collection called, if recalled correctly, “Stories for Tonight.” A google search did not turn up anything on line, but try a public library.
I will need to read a good synopsis to motivate me to go to a public library during lock-down!
Steve Allen’s “Seventy” is an inner-city tale of a wise and clever teen-ager (hence the nickname) who carefully scrubs a square of sidewalk clean in the opening pages of the story, then dumps a jar of relish on it. He then meets some pals a few blocks away at a corner grocery, where he buys a loaf of bread “for his Mom.”
On the way home, he steers the conversation to “Yes, a man will do anything for a big enough reward,” himself as an example. When they reach the prepared part of the pavement, Seventy casually remarks, “Why, for enough money, I would even eat (ugh!) that…” and he points to the blob of ugly green gunk.
“No way,” the horrified pals say. “Put up your money.” A stupendous sum is agreed upon, Seventy rips open the loaf of bread, wipes up a helping of the relish with a slice, and gobbles it down. His friends blanch and almost throw up. Seventy eats some more, and demands they pay the bet, which they reluctantly do, and the wise teen wins again.
Smart people know how to succeed is the point of the tale, and I think of it when I imagine licking the bootsoles of a Mistress who has never worn them outside Her carpeted dungeon. With a little talk of how She stepped in dog droppings on Her way downtown to meet Her slave, the scene is set, the deed is done and the humiliation is accomplished.
Here’s a thought: mix peanut butter or bean curd and Limburger cheese, smear it on Your boots, and have Your slave lick them clean. (Just be sure the fool is firmly immersed in slave-space!)
Sincerely Your Ladyship’s most humble admirer………….
……………………………………………………………………………………bootlicker
I am a massive fan of your blog Mistress Scarlet and this topic is something that symbolises my submissive nature in its entirety. My submissive side and subsequent Female led relationship have grown from my foot and footwear fetish.
Although not a 24/7 slave shoe worship can be done in seconds and has one of the largest impacts on me. For example we could be at a friends house and be left alone in a room literally for 30 seconds and my Mistress will click her fingers ( which is a non verbal order to kiss Her feet) I will hen literally have enough time to kneel and kiss both feet and get back to my chair. .mistress finds this totally amusing as she knows I will have an involuntary and throbbing erection instantly making for a very uncomfortable situation for me.
As a lifetime submissive I find licking the sole of a shoe the most rewarding. It is where I feel the most at the level I need to be. This has also become an indicator of the level of sub space I am at. mistress noticed how the eagerness I lick soles changes depending on how deep I am. While I always love licking footwear, if I am not far into sub space I will not be so keen on very dirty soles. When deep into sub space, after prolonged denial I actually seek out the dirtiest areas with my tongue in an attempt to show that I know my place. After making this realisation Mistress often plays games with me like making me lick dirty soles when she knows I don’t want to. She uses this as a yardstick for my level of obedience.
We always discuss the things we do in order to feedback to each other. We discussed the idea of licking muddy shoes. So we had a walk in the woods and I was in awe of the effort Mistress made in finding mud to stand in. I had no idea how muddy she had decided to get the boots. On arriving home I was hog tied in the kitchen and made to work. As I was deep in sub space I did what I was told and spent around half an hour licking the caked on mud. It became obvious that it is impossible to actual lick muddy boots clean. You end up just moving mud around with your tounge. This amused Mistress as it gave her an opportunity to punish me for failure. I was cropped severely before being released to clean the boots properly with my cleaning kit. I was not allowed a drink or a wash of my mouth and face until the boots were spotless. So far I have not been made to clean such dirty boots but I often get fed crushed food off a freshly cleaned floor.
Despite not being the life time Domme, my Mistress always seems to come up with a wonderful twist. About two months ago She decided that when I worship her shoes I was not only to thank Mistress but also thank the shoe or boot. I must address the shoe as Superior Shoe or Superior Boot. If she is not wearing it I am to hold it up above my head in two hands and look up to it as I thank it. Mistress demands that the thank you be sincere. Is she is not happy I will continue to thank the footwear until she is happy that I mean it.
Your Mistress sounds fantastic. Thank you for the picture of part of your life.
A wonderful post, Mistress Scarlett! I love the “scenes” in Your journals in which Your guests arrive and stand with a hand on the wall and a shoe/boot raised for bitchboy to properly clean…this is a very real example of the Superior/slave differential, and clearly demonstrates his VERY low status, and I’m sure keeps him in proper awe of You and his other Female Superiors.
Humbly,
sissy jamieanne
Oh wow! my greatest love is eating spat out food from the soles of a Mistress’s shoes/boots. i wish it could somehow be arranged that such a meal would be the only way i was allowed to eat.
May it please the Sublime Mistress Scarlet:-
Thank You a thousandfold for Your beautiful post explaining how Mistress humiliates Her slave by ignoring it as it labours and struggles to perform the degrading task of licking clean not merely Her boots, but the very soles upon which the Divine One walks the earth. Few grovelling gestures can be more self-abasing than performing such a task with not a word even of recognition, let alone thanks. It is axiomatic that a Mistress never says or even hints at gratitude for Her slave’slowly labour — such a thing would suggest that a slave has dignity or personhood, a falsehood that must never be whispered! On the contrary, a slave must express total gratitude for the privilege of serving its Owner and Mistress. After all, if it did not serve Her and abase itself constantly before Her Divine and Glorious Presence, there would be no reason for the slave to exist.
Since Mistress is, by definition, Perfect, even the best and most attentive slave can never satisfy Her expectations — at least not regularly. If, once in a while, Mistress finds a slave’s work satisfactory, and She is feeling generous that day, She might deign to mention that She is pleased — whereupon Her slave, flushed with what would be pride in a creature higher in status, thanks Her profusely (but not for too long, as this might delay its next servile duty) for the highest compliment it can ever expect.. It is in this spirit, Most Perfect Princess of Pulchritude, that this unworthy
worm cyber-prostrates at Your feet in groveling gratitude, daring to add best wishes for the holiday season and Your continued happiness and prosperity.
With the most sincere thanks again for Your generosity in sharing Your thoughts with a world unable to generate gratitude worthy of Your Dominant Superiority ……….
…………………………………………………bootlicker