Footbitch For Lady Adriana
As the sun began to set over the sprawling mansion, Lady Adriana settled into the kitchen, her long, elegant legs stretched out before her. Delicate china tea cups and saucers were arranged on the marble countertop, steaming hot water filling the air. Her devout footslave knelt dutifully at her feet, his face buried beneath her silk-covered toes. His hands were bound behind his back, and the smell of sweat and submission wafted up to her delicate nose.
Adriana took a sip of her tea, savoring the rich aroma and flavor. She glanced down at her phone, scrolling through a message thread. Her dexterous feet continued to move, patting and prodding her human footstool as if he were no more than a piece of furniture. His mouth opened and closed around her toes, tongue flicking out to taste the dirt and sweat that had accumulated on her soles.
"Mmm, you're such a good footbitch," she purred, her voice laced with sweet venom. "Do you know how lucky you are to be at the feet of such a powerful and gorgeous woman?"
Without waiting for an answer, she pulled her feet away, revealing the look of longing and desperation on his face. "Now," she commanded, "you will worship my feet. Every inch of them. Clean them with your tongue, and make sure you get all the dirt and sweat off. And don't forget about those lovely arches... they deserve some extra attention too."
The footslave hesitated for a moment, knowing the consequences of disobedience. But as his eyes darted up to hers, pleading for mercy, she smirked and nodded ever so slightly. With trembling hands, he began to lift her feet one by one, placing them on his lap as he knelt before her. His tongue darted out, tracing the lines of her soles, circling her heels with gentle laps.
Lady Adriana watched with a mixture of satisfaction and boredom. She knew he would do anything to please her, but the act itself held little interest for her. Still, it was amusing to watch him grovel at her feet like a lovesick puppy. She continued to sip her tea, unaware of the drops of saliva that clung to the rim of the cup, the ones that had fallen from her footslave's open mouth.
As he worked his way up her calves, she pulled her phone closer, engrossed in her messages. She ignored the whimpers and gasps that escaped his lips, the fumbling of his hands as he struggled to maintain his grip on her ankles. Her attention was elsewhere, focused on the tiny keyboard beneath her thumbs.
"That's enough," she finally said, her voice clipped and commanding. "Stand up."
The footslave rose unsteadily to his feet, his back arched in anticipation of her next command. She took a moment to savor the sight of him, his body trembling with anticipation and fear. With a satisfied smile, she leaned back in her chair, spreading her legs wide and revealing the soft, bare skin of her inner thighs.
"Kiss my feet," she commanded once more, her voice now laced with lust. "And then, you may worship the rest of me."
The footslave hesitated for a moment before his lips met her feet, his tongue flicking out to taste the sweat and dirt. His hands reached up, grasping her thighs as he lifted himself closer to her body. And as he did, Lady Adriana felt the familiar stirrings in her loins. Her fingers curled around the arms of the chair, gripping it tightly as she arched her back, offering herself up to him.
Footbitch For Lady Adriana (MP4)
