I push his mouth straight under each arm in turn, his cries of protest muffled by my hair and bodily juices. I continue his torment of cleaning every inch until I am fully satisfied with his work.
The slave now covered in my sweat thinks his ordeal is over, little does he know I have other plans! I lie myself on the bed and instruct him to lick the left or right armpit, one after the other repeatedly. I ensure that the slave is kept in a permanent state of licking my sweat as I make him swap between each arm in turn. He struggles with this task and I ensure that the frequency is increased – I enjoy seeing him in a state of struggle and desperation.
Thoroughly used, I sniff the slave’s face; it reeks of my sweat and he’s close to crying from the ordeal. Suffice to say this will be the first of many underarm cleaning duties I have planned for him in the future!