Amazon Daria's Devoted Footbitch
Daria stepped into her luxurious home, her high heels clicking against the marble floor. She had just finished a long day at the office, navigating through endless meetings and decision-making processes. Her feet were killing her in those stilettos, but she knew that once she was home, her devoted footbitch would be waiting to tend to them.
The slave in question, a man she'd trained since he'd entered her service, knelt on the floor beside her, his eyes fixed on her feet. Daria smiled and walked over to a contraption she called the "facebox," specially designed for foot worship. She gestured for him to get inside, and he hesitantly climbed in.
As he settled into the narrow space, Daria positioned herself above him, her feet dangling just out of reach. She savored the moment, knowing how desperate he must be to touch them. Finally, she relented and slowly lowered her feet onto his face, letting out a contented sigh.
For the next few minutes, Daria massaged her soles sensually against his skin, tracing circles and patterns as he licked and sucked her long, perfect toes. She groaned in pleasure, feeling the tension of the day melt away. Her phone buzzed with notifications, but she ignored it, focusing solely on the blissful sensation of her feet being worshiped.
Every now and then, she would cross her legs, trapping his face under her foot, eliciting moans of pleasure from him. Her heels dug into his skin, not hard enough to cause pain, but just enough to add to the intensity of the experience.
As the minutes passed, Daria felt herself growing tired. She knew it was time to retire to her bath, so she removed her feet from his face and stood up. The slave immediately scrambled to his feet, his eyes locked on hers.
"Tomorrow will be my day off," she said, "but you still have chores to do. Remember, the house always comes first." With that, she turned and headed towards the bathroom, leaving him kneeling on the floor, his face flushed with desire.
Even though he knew he had to wait until tomorrow, the footbitch couldn't help but smile. He loved being at her service, worshiping her every inch, including those beautiful feet that had just turned his world upside down.
