Cleo's Initiation, part 2: Becoming a Foot Slave
Cleo's heart was pounding as she walked towards the elaborate throne room, her eyes transfixed on the majestic figure of her Master. She could feel the anticipation in the air, thick and heavy like smoke from an incense stick. The lady was right; she had indeed been chosen to serve as a foot slave under the watchful eye of My Masters Feet.
As she approached, she dropped to her knees and bowed her head, her eyes never leaving his feet. The smell of sweet perfume wafted towards her, making her head spin with excitement. She licked her lips unconsciously, feeling the heat rising in her core.
"Stand up," commanded her Master, his voice deep and authoritative.
Slowly, Cleo rose to her feet, her hands trembling slightly at her sides. She stood before him, waiting for his next command.
"I see that you have been practicing your foot worship," he said, nodding towards the mirror behind him. In it, Cleo could see herself on her knees, her mouth open in anticipation.
"Yes, Master," she replied, her voice shaking with nerves and excitement.
"Good," he said, smiling. "But remember, foot worship is not just about pleasing your Master. It's also about showing proper respect and admiration for the foot."
Cleo nodded, understanding the gravity of what he was saying. She knew that she was about to embark on a journey that would test her limits physically, mentally, and emotionally.
"I am here to serve you, Master," she said, her voice quivering with determination.
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The Master moved towards a large chair, motioning for Cleo to follow him. As she walked behind him, she could feel the softness of his feet brushing against her skin. Her heart raced with anticipation, wondering what he had in store for her.
As they reached the chair, he sat down, his feet dangling inches from the floor. Cleo knelt down before him, her eyes fixed on his feet once again. She could see the perfect shape of his toes, the beautiful arch of his foot. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come.
Without warning, he lifted one of his feet and placed it on her shoulder, pushing her down onto the floor. She felt the weight of his foot on her back, the pressure forcing her to stay in place. Her breath came out in short gasps, her heart beating wildly in her chest.
"You are my foot slave now," he said, his voice low and menacing. "And you will do as I say."
Cleo nodded, her eyes filled with tears of joy and pain. She reached up with both hands, cupping his foot gently before pulling it towards her face. She took a deep breath, inhaling the intoxicating scent of his foot, her lips hovering just above his toes.
With a sudden force, he pulled his foot away, sending her tumbling to the ground. She looked up at him, unsure of what to expect next. But as she watched, she saw the slightest glimmer of pride in his eyes, and she knew that she had pleased him.
For the rest of the day, Cleo was put through a series of trials and tests, each more challenging than the last. But through it all, she remained focused on one thing: serving her Master, and becoming the best foot slave she could be.
