She watched them approach, a powerful Türk Mistress, her presence commanding. Her slaves knew their place, their servitude a testament to her will. The air was thick with anticipation as she prepared their next lesson, a brutal display of dominance. Her gaze was fixed on their faces, expecting nothing less than complete obedience. The filth was not a punishment but a privilege, a test of their devotion to her every command. This was Afitap, the Türk Mistress, training her latest acquisition. He had been late, and the punishment was swift and unapologetic. Her soles became his focus, a obsession he couldn't escape. The slave was eager to please, even in the most intimate of acts. His reward for loyalty was a face full of contempt. Mistress Afitap reveled in his complete and utter obedience. Her power was absolute, her reign undeniable. The sight of her ankles in his mouth was a forbidden ritual. His devotion, though extreme, was unwavering. Mistress Ayeste left no doubt about who held the control. The chains were not just physical; they bound his very existence. Her Turk domination was a sight to behold. He was hers, a toy to be used as she pleased. The turkishk was a testament to his ultimate submission. His journey into degradation was complete, under the watchful eye of his Türk Mistress.