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I was contacted by a slave on Twitter explaining his obsession with my feet and his dream of serving me. I didn't pay much attention, since I receive many similar messages. He begged to be mine and to devote himself to me, offering to pay to worship my feet, something I also hear often, but most are just wankers. I didn't know I had a true submissive in front of me, there are very few left, and he wanted to come from Valencia to be at my feet. So I told him to contact me when he was in Lleida. The next morning around 11:30, he asked for a location, so I gave him my phone number and permission to call me. He didn't even take 10 seconds to call me, greeting me - good morning Sir, this dog thanks you for your time. He asked if I had a place or if he should pay for a hotel. I told him it depended on what he wanted. He said he begged to be humiliated and rewarded by being at my feet. Seeing his dedication and devotion was making me excited, so I sent him the location of an empty lot near the center and went there with my car. When I arrived, he was outside his car and he surprised me, he looked much younger than in the Twitter photos. He was 24 years old, but looked 19, thin, with glasses, and quite tall. He got on his knees when he saw me, kissed my sneakers, and asked if he could give me the tribute now or later. I told him later, so I took off my belt and put it around his neck, saying I felt like going for a walk. I walked for a while with him following me like a dog, then sat on a stone, lit a cigarette using him as an ashtray, and threw a stick for him to fetch like a dog. He was sweating and panting, pathetic little dog, do you know that? Yes, Sir. Are you thirsty, little dog? Yes, Master. Then open your mouth, worm. I spat a big gob on his face, followed by two unexpected slaps that knocked him to the ground. He immediately apologized, his cock about to explode. It was ridiculous to see him in his white tracksuit covered in dirt, my spit on his face, and his cock throbbing. So, I started spitting in his mouth, and he swallowed it as if it were a delicacy, thanking me like a good dog. Then I grabbed him by the leash and took him to my car. I sat with the door open and ordered him to clean my sneakers while I spat on him and recorded with my phone. Take off the shoe, dog. Yes, Sir. Smell it. He sniffed it non-stop. I slapped him on the head and told him to take off the sock and put it inside the shoe. I laughed when I saw him shaking. I ordered him to lick my foot, running his tongue all over the sole, moaning as he sucked and licked my toes. I took off the other sneaker and ordered him to take out his cock. He did it with a look of fear on his face. Any problem? No, Sir, sorry, Master, I'm about to burst. I ordered him to switch feet, and as he smelled and sucked my sweaty and hot foot, I hit his balls with the sneaker. His cock was dripping like a good dog. I told him he could cum by licking my feet. He didn't last five seconds before cumming ...