Flogging My Shoeworm

My little shoeworm is right where it belongs – hogtied and slithering way down on the floor beneath the dirt that gets stuck on my soles. It doesn't need it's hands or feet to kiss my heels or lick up my spit off the floor. Either task is pretty much it's sole purpose in life. When the worm struggles to get a whiff of my hosed feet or lick my gorgeous shoe I simply use my flogger to give it some incentive. I love watching it squirm and wriggle when I press my six inch stiletto heels deep in its flesh leaving behind red marks all over its back.