The Feetmistress's Ashtray
Leona sat on the plush sofa, her bare feet dangling lazily in the air, waiting for her next foot slave to arrive. She took a contemplative puff from her cigarette and exhaled a long stream of smoke. The air around her was thick with anticipation. Today, she was in a particularly impish mood. Her bright red stilettos glinted under the harsh fluorescent lighting as she flexed her taloned toes.
Suddenly, there was a discreet knock on the door. Leona's eyes narrowed, and she grinned wickedly. "Come in," she called out, her velvety voice cutting through the silence. The door opened, and in walked her new slave. A nervous twitch played on the woman's features as she took in the scene before her. The aura of power and dominance that radiated from Leona's every pore was palpable.
"You must be my new foot slave," Leona purred. The woman nodded, her eyes brimming with fear and desire. "Good," Leona said, taking another drag of her cigarette. She leaned back, resting her head against the plush cushions. "I don't feel like talking much today. I think I'll just test you to see if you're worth my time."
With that, Leona leaned forward, propped her feet up on the coffee table, and blew a thick cloud of smoke towards her slave. "Swallow my feet deeper," she commanded, her voice barely above a whisper. The woman hesitated for a moment before dropping onto her knees in front of Leona. She hesitantly extended her trembling hands and cupped around the feet of her mistress, inhaling deeply.
With each drag, the slave's eyes rolled back in her head, and a low moan escaped from her throat. Leona watched with keen interest as the slave fell deeper under her spell. She grinned, feeling a rush of power surge through her veins. The slave's actions were almost hypnotic, and Leona found herself losing track of time.
Suddenly, she snapped out of her reverie. "That's enough for now," she said, pulling her feet away from the slave's grasp. The woman let out a soft whimper, her eyes searching for any sign of approval from her mistress. Leona just smirked and flicked away the ash from her cigarette. "You'll have to prove yourself to me if you want a taste of my sweaty stockings," she warned.
The slave nodded eagerly, her eyes locked on Leona's. The Feetmistress watched as the slave's desire overrode her fear. She could feel the slave's palpable need seeping into the air around them. With a small smile playing on her lips, Leona reached down and ran her fingers through the slave's loose hair. "Very well then," she said, her voice dripping with honey. "Get ready, because I will be putting you to the test."
And with that, Leona stood up, towering over her new foot slave. The slave could only stare up at her, her heart racing with anticipation. This was it. The moment of truth. Would she be worthy of her mistress's attentions? Or would she fail miserably? Only time would tell. But one thing was for sure: she was ready to do whatever it took to earn her place in Leona's kingdom of feet and slaves.
