After a Long Day at Work, Amazon Daria Relaxes with Royal Foot Worship and Ignore in the Facebox
Remaining lines: Amazon Daria, a stunningly beautiful woman with a commanding presence, was exhausted after a tiring day at the office. She had worn high heels all day, and the pain in her feet was unbearable. But as soon as she reached home, she followed her routine - a session of intense foot worship from her devoted slave.
Part 2: Royal Foot Worship and Ignore in the Facebox
In the dimly lit room, Amazon Daria reclined on a comfortable chair, her feet resting on a small footstool in front of her. Her slave, kneeling before her, awaited her command. Daria, sensing his eagerness, smiled coldly and ordered him to get into the "foot device." The slave, knowing full well what she meant, crawled under the large wooden box and positioned himself so that his face was just inches away from her feet.
With a satisfied smirk, Daria lifted one foot and placed it gently on his forehead. He closed his eyes, savoring the sensation of her foot against his skin. She massaged her sole sensually, tracing circles around his eyes and nose. As she did so, he reached up with his hands, grabbing her ankles and pressing them against his cheeks.
Meanwhile, Daria's phone buzzed with notifications. She glanced at it absentmindedly, barely registering the presence of her slave. He didn't mind; he was content just to feel the warmth of her feet against his face.
Suddenly, she withdrew her foot and placed it on the floor. The slave's heart sank, but then he realized that she had merely switched feet. Now her other foot was on his face, and he was treated to the same sensual massage.
Time passed, and Daria grew more relaxed. She crossed her legs, trapping his face between her thighs. He could feel the gentle pressure of her toes against his lips, and he took them into his mouth, sucking them gently.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, Daria stood up, her feet still in their heels. She stretched lazily, arching her back and thrusting out her hips. The slave remained on all fours, his face flushed with excitement and exhaustion.
"You may rise," she commanded, her voice like velvet. The slave stood up, his knees shaking from the intensity of the experience.
"Thank you, Mistress," he whispered, his voice hoarse from disuse.
With a dismissive wave of her hand, Daria left the room. The slave watched her go, a contented smile on his face. He knew that he would do anything for her, just to feel those magnificent feet against his face again.
