Saying you’d do “anything” to keep a job is never going to end well. Previously this has involved kissing feet, then eating cum.
And now, on the floor, with a gag that pushes the mouth open – it’s time to be an ashtray for Goddess Calathea.
The boss takes her smoke break in her office, using the employee as a filthy ashtray… and receptacle for spit, obviously.
How truly degrading, a mouth filled with ash.
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Goddess Calathea is not impressed. She calls in her employee, to see about his review for a raise.
She has him kneel as there are no chairs. And it seems his review is not just enough for a raise, but not enough.
He is going to have to really show he is committed to the company and what it means.
He is told to kiss, lick and suck her heels. He is reluctant, what kind of company is this? However, Goddess Calathea makes it clear this is the only way to keep the job.
He worships her heels, but that is just the start.
She is wearing latex toe socks, he must suck and worship those – before finally, she removes those. Latex toe socks make feet very sweaty, nevertheless he must kiss and worship to keep the job.
And this is only the beginning.
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Having been put to work, Goddess Calathea thinks her rubber maid deserves a treat.
She fits a hood over the maids head, then slips off her sharp heels.
She then slips her fishnet feet into the hood – the tired sweaty feet, get even sweatier in the heat of the hood – the maid has no choice but to sniff, and smell and inhale the aroma.
Knowing feet arouse the maid, Goddess Calathea teases further, the maid is strapped to the chair and cannot reach cock to masturbate – so the instruction is just to rub the crotch like a clit – extra humiliation for the pathetic maid.
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Goddess Calathea has had a long, exhausting day, and now she’s craving a well-deserved break. As she slips into her provocative latex dress, her sharp heels click against the floor, signaling her desire for domination. Her eyes land on her helpless rubber maid, bound and gagged, strapped to a chair, and rendered completely at her mercy.
With a sly smile, Goddess Calathea lights up a cigarette, taking slow, sensual drags as she gazes at her maid. The maid’s fate is sealed – she’ll serve as nothing more than an ashtray, a human receptacle for Goddess Calathea’s smoke and ash. The rubber maid’s struggles are futile as Goddess Calathea teases her with puffs of smoke, taunting her with each exhale, her eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure.
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