Rubber Maid Cannot Escape the Foot Smell

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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My Rubber Maid is My Ashtray

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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