A Footgoddess's Indulgence
Superior Goddess Iveta, the reigning queen of foot fetishism, was relaxing in her lavish mansion when she decided to engage with one of her loyal foot slaves. The slave, known only as Footbitch, had been kneeling at her feet for hours, eagerly waiting for her attention.
Slowly, Iveta leaned back in her luxurious armchair, casting a benevolent gaze upon her junior. Her Italian leather stilettos gleamed in the soft light, an invitation for Footbitch to worship them. The slave, his face contorted in ecstasy, reached out towards those sexy feet, his hands shaking with anticipation.
"Worship me, Footbitch," Iveta commanded, her ice-cold voice echoing through the room. As Footbitch began to kiss and lick her feet, Iveta noticed that they were feeling a bit chilly. She pondered for a moment, then snapped her fingers, summoning her slave closer.
"Lie down, Footbitch," she ordered, pointing towards the floor. Obediently, Footbitch lowered himself onto his back, his eyes never leaving Iveta's feet. With a smirk, she stepped onto his chest, positioning herself above his eager mouth.
"Take my shoe off and open your mouth!" she commanded, her tone leaving no room for disobedience. With shaking hands, Footbitch removed her shoe from her foot and placed it on the ground. Then, he opened his mouth wide, anticipating the delicious sensation that was about to come his way.
Iveta placed her bare foot into his mouth, pressing down on his tongue and gagging him. As she did so, she resumed checking her smartphone, seemingly indifferent to the slave's predicament. His eyes watered, but he dared not remove her foot from his mouth.
For several minutes, Iveta continued to text and scroll through her phone, completely unaware of the footsucking session she was subjecting her slave to. She didn't even flinch when he started to drool profusely. Eventually, she grew tired of him and decided to move on to the next activity.
"Put my shoes back on," she commanded, pointing towards the shoes lying on the ground. Obediently, Footbitch picked up the shoes and slipped them back onto her feet. Then, he knelt before her again, eagerly waiting for her next command.
Iveta stood up, towering over her slave. She placed one foot on his shoulder, using him as a footstool. As she casually talked on her phone, she leaned against him, relishing the feeling of her weight pressing down on his frail body.
Finally, she grew bored of him once again and moved on, leaving Footbitch lying on the floor, exhausted but still eager for more. He watched as she left the room, her majestic presence lingering long after she had gone.
It was just another day in the life of a footgoddess's loyal foot slave.
