My toes wiggle in anticipation as my foot slave lays a beautiful, made-from-scratch cake at my divine feet. I softly and carefully caress its silky coat of frosting, and slowly sink my feet deep into it’s moist, fluffy layers. Its rich decadence squishes up between my toes, and its velvety smooth thickness coats my ankles and arches. I continue working it over with my soles until it has devolved into a pile of mush. I savor the taste of the sweet, salty mess I’ve created. I run my tongue up and down every soft, wrinkly inch of my gorgeous soles. I suck and lick on each and every single one of my toes. Besotted and full of desire, my foot slave foolishly dares to pull out his pathetic, worthless cock without my express permission. To remind him of his place, I use my hands, feet and mouth as one, bringing him closer and closer to the edge until he’s ready to explode, and then…