March YCH Commission - Demon Slayer - Mitsuri Caption

Mitsuri's Foot Licker by MegaSexyFeeties

Underneath the radiant sun, Mitsuri and her foot cleaner journeyed through the verdant countryside. She debated if she had made a mistake by purchasing him – he was new and untrained. She has bought him on a sale – foot cleaners are usually males who have sold themselves into industrial servitude due to debt. They usually go through a training facility before being available to be purchased.

Mitsuri recalls the faithful meeting. As she was strolling around the town, a newly opened Foot Servant shop piqued her curiosity. She loved visiting those places as all servants could be tested out before the purchase, which meant Mitsuri could have a free foot-licking session.

She spent some time browsing the goods – the foot cleaners were of various ages – from young adults to late 30s. She didn't know what happened to older servants, and she didn't want to know. They were probably sold off as hard labour slaves or private limitless slaves. Who in their right mind would want to buy an old slave? Sure, they would be experienced in foot cleaning, but at what cost? It is absolutely okay for a female to grow old and wrinkly, but an industrial servant? Just ewwwhh. No, thank you! Any slave over 39 should just be hidden away from public sight, working hard to pay off his debt in whatever way his owner desires.

But the younger adults were nice to look at. Of course, only the handsome ones were allowed to be foot servants. The more ugly ones… were put to use in different ways.

Therefore, it shocked her to find an ugly boy – looking to be in his mid-20s – amongst the foot servants for sale! He was hideous. Oh, and so cheap! According to his sale information – he wasn't even trained! A total novice!

Mitsuri approached the ugly man slowly. She took off her boots – presenting her bare feet.

Mitsuri: "You! Servant! I want to test you out. Lick my feet clean!"

He looked at her with frightened, pleading eyes.

Foot licker: "Yes, Mistress! But…I've never done this before… What do I do…?"

A look of annoyance crossed Mitsuri's face. How stupid could this boy be? Surely, licking feet is common knowledge. The servant was lucky. Mitsuri didn't walk much today, and her feet shouldn't be too stinky.

Mitsuri: “Ugh, really? What's wrong with you? You stick your tongue out and lick my foot clean. Obviously. Until all the smell and dirt is gone. Until I'm completely satisfied with your work. You're basically a foot-cleaning device. That's the only function of your life now. You must strive to do your job perfectly – what's the point of living if you're not fulfilling your life purpose? " – Mitsuri poked the servant's cheek with her toes. He recoiled in disgust, but trembling, he stuck out his tongue, searching for the sole. When it finally connected with her skin, she moaned in pleasure. Ohh, his tongue was sooo hot and wet, making it feel amazing on her tired soles!

The servant gave a tentative lick to the sole. His face scrunched in disgust, and he recoiled back.

Foot licker: "I'm sorry, Mistress. I can't do it. Your foot is so… sweaty and salty! I can't stand it's taste on my tongue… And it has an unpleasant odour…"

Mitsuri sighted. She looked at his price again – he was so cheap! Sold almost for free! At this point, she made up her mind – she would buy him! She couldn't force him to continue licking her feet right now, but if he belonged to her, it was her right to have her feet cleaned by that tongue of his – whether he liked it or not. And she could sell him off at the next town if he was annoying.

And that's how she found herself travelling with a new companion! Or rather, a new foot-cleaning device – since industrial servants were no longer classified as humans but as sub-pets or useful objects.

They walked for a long time. Mitsuri gave an unhappy sight as her servant kept on slowing down with each passing hour. Perhaps making him carry her heavy luggage was too much for him – his body looked like it needed a good workout, so it was not harming him. Carrying heavy loads will only help him serve her better!

Mitsuri observed her licker with each step, embracing his beautiful struggling form. Yes, he may be ugly, but honest work and struggle are attractive – mainly since she has caused that discomfort. Her heart filled with desire for that tongue to be on her soles finally. But first, they must be at their stinkiest! It's the boy's fault – he had a chance to lick her feet clean when they were relatively clean but refused. So now he has to face the consequences of his actions.

It was evening, and they had finally stopped to rest. They will be camping outdoors. Her servant looked barely alive from exhaustion at this point. Oh well. He can rest all he wants after he gets her feet spotless clean.

After removing her boots, Mitsuri noticed her once pristine feet had become caked with sweat, dirt and grime from the long journey.

With a sigh, Mitsuri glanced down at her filthy feet, a frown tugging at the corners of her lips. Though she meant to ease the foot licker into his role – be slow and gentle with him - the discomfort of dirty feet weighed heavily upon her. He'll have to take whatever she dishes out.

With each graceful step, she made her way to the foot licker, who was currently resting by the tree.

Mitsuri: “Foot licker! You will clean my feet now. I don't want to hear any complaints from you, or I will sell you off as a hard labour slave. You better do a good job if you want to keep your status as my foot licker. " – Mitsuri knew that she was being cruel right now, but the comfort of her feet took priority. The servant basically cost her some pocket change, so he had better be useful – money is still money, no matter how little. However, he had already compensated for the initial cost by carrying all that heavy luggage. He was ridiculously cheap. But she does have to look after him now! Provide him with food and lodging and make sure he doesn't die. Not that there would be any legal consequences for her if he did drop dead, but she would rather preserve life. If she doesn't find him useful, surely the servant will be of use to someone.

She sat down before him, lifting her legs and holding the soles before his face. The foot licker visually recoiled.

Foot licker: "Mistress… Your feet stink horribly!"

Mitsuri rolled her eyes.

Mitsuri: "Duh, of course, they stink! We've been walking for hours! Hurry up, lick them clean for me!"

The licker leaned closer, trying to reach her soles, but the smell caused him to cough uncontrollably.

Mitsuri rolled her eyes yet again.

Mitsuri: "You're terrible at this. I'm selling you off tomorrow. You'll be a hard labour slave. Maybe I'll get enough for you to afford lunch. You're worthless, you know."

That got the servant's attention. He dove for her feet quickly, burying his nose in her soles, lapping at her dirt-covered feet like someone who was dying of thirst but found salvation in the hydrating foot sweat.

Mitsuri smirked. So he was able to do a proper job after all. Pretending to be as delicate as a maiden, he's got some nerve! She decided to treat him more harshly to unleash his full foot-licking potential. Surely, he can be a good foot sponge or a foot towel for her if he tries hard enough.

Mitsuri moans in delight as his amazing tongue gets between all the foot folds, between the toes, and all around her cracked heel. He then spends a long time sucking each one of her toes. This lasts for hours – the foot licker is doing an amazing job cleaning her feet and relaxing her fully. The smell is just completely gone! By the time he's done, it's already dark outside.

The foot licker looks exhausted, his face flushed. Mitsuri inspects her feet – spotless and odourless but covered in his saliva. She casually runs her soles over his cheeks, wiping all the sweat away on his skin.

Mitsuri: "Good foot, licker. Now I will go to sleep. You can sleep too, but only when you've made my boots odourless. I don't care what technique you use – you can sniff the odour in with your nose or lick it away with your tongue – just get it done. If you fail, I will get rid of you tomorrow!"

Foot licker: "Yes, Mistress" – he had tears in his eyes and looked ready to faint. Mitsuri knew the task was a tedious one, so he probably wouldn't get any sleep tonight. But with a tired mind, he would be more susceptible to her commands – she would mould him into the perfect tool for cleaning her feet – the journey would be difficult for the licker, but in the end, he would learn to love his new life. Even if someday he were freed from his servitude, he would still crave the taste of her soles – she would make sure of it!