The Feetmistresses' Trainee
Bruninha surfista and her roomate jhully sat in front of their computer, smirking as they watched the male slave on the screen below them. He was lying on the bed, his eyes locked onto them with an intense mix of fear and anticipation. They had ordered him to stay there, and now it was time for them to train their new foot slave.
Jhully leaned forward, her long dark hair falling over her shoulder as she spoke softly. "You know what to do," she said, her tone carrying a hint of menace. The slave's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed nervously, nodding his head in agreement.
Bruninha surfista reached down and unzipped her black boots, pulling them off one by one. She kicked them off onto the floor, revealing her perfect tanned feet. Her toes were painted a deep red color, matching the fiery passion that burned within her.
Jhully followed suit, removing her own boots and socks to reveal her smooth, milky white feet. She ran her hands over them, savoring the sensation of the cool air on her soles. The slave watched in awe, knowing that he was about to be put through his paces.
"Get on your knees," jhully commanded, her voice now colder than ice. The slave complied immediately, dropping down onto his knees in front of them. They exchanged a satisfied glance before leaning forward, their feet dangling inches from his face.
"You want to serve us, don't you?" Bruninha surfista purred, running her fingers through her long hair. The slave nodded eagerly, unable to take his eyes off her perfect feet.
"Then you better start worshipping them," jhully warned, her voice like steel. The slave hesitated for a moment before reaching out with trembling hands to touch the soft soles of Bruninha surfista's feet. He hesitated again, looking up at her for permission.
She nodded slowly, her expression unreadable. "Go on, touch them," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. The slave leaned forward, pressing his lips against her foot, feeling the warmth radiating from her skin. He breathed in her scent, savoring the intoxicating aroma of sweat and femininity.
Jhully chuckled darkly, watching as the slave's hands moved up her leg, massaging her calf muscle. "That's it," she murmured, closing her eyes in pleasure. "Feel the power of our feet, slave."
The slave nodded, his lips moving faster against Bruninha surfista's foot. He felt the electricity coursing through his body as he sucked on her toes, tasting the sweetness of her skin. Jhully reached down and grabbed his hair tightly, pulling his head up to meet her gaze.
"You're doing a good job, slave," she said, her voice a low growl. "But we're not finished yet." She leaned back, her foot coming to rest on the slave's shoulder. He looked up at her in awe, feeling the heat from her foot radiating against his skin.
"Now," she said, her voice a command. "Worship my feet." The slave nodded, his eyes wandering between her feet, taking in the sight of her perfect toes. He lowered his head once again, pressing his lips against her foot and breathing in her scent.
Bruninha surfista leaned back, watching with satisfaction as the slave's tongue traced the lines of her arch. She ran her fingers through her hair, feeling the power coursing through her veins. Jhully reached down and grabbed the slave's hair, pulling his head up to meet her gaze.
"You're ours now, slave," she said, her voice soft but threatening. "We'll train you to do our bidding, and you'll worship our feet until the day you die." The slave nodded, his eyes wide with fear and excitement. He knew that he had found his purpose, and he was ready to serve his new mistresses.
