Lick My sweaty armpits POV

Mistress Tess returns from a long day of luxury shopping, her designer haul paid for with your credit card. Now she’s home, and you’re waiting—eager to serve as her personal armpit cleaner. She skipped deodorant just for you, knowing you’d relish the task.

From this point on, every time she walks through the door—after the gym, a night out, or any other adventure—you’ll be there, ready to lick every trace of sweat from her armpits like the devoted, obedient slave you are.