Clean my toes!” I wasn’t even into feet, but I was into Dom Dom, so I opened my mouth and inhaled his sweat and musky feet as I took each toe into my mouth one at a time, one foot at at time, and gave then the attention they deserved. If it appeared I was “phoning it in”, Dom Dom had several times, stepped on the back of my head, had my ass upright and would flog me with his leather belt. This was a good way to remind me to stay on task. Once he felt I’d worshipped his feet correctly, he’d zip tie my hands behind my back, and liked me ass up, he’d had quite a collection of canes, whips, paddles, floggers, etc. Depending on his mood, the duration, instrument, and strength he applied would fluctuate. A lot of it depended on my performance in the prior minutes, and sometimes he liked to use my body to vent his pent-up frustrations about work or other things. He realized early on that I was somewhat of a pain pig, so he had no reservations or qualms about it. I was there by my own consent, and this was part of the experience I signed up for. As crazy as it
