Cinamon let out a long, satisfied sigh as she lay on her back, her eyes closed peacefully. She had just finished giving Milton the tongue-lashing he so richly deserved, and it felt good to finally be in control. Her luscious lips curled into a smile as she remembered the look of sheer terror on his face when she threatened to crush him beneath her foot if he ever disobeyed her again.
Sitting up, she took a drag of her cigarette and blew out the smoke lazily. It was time to leave, but first, she decided to make sure Milton would never forget the consequences of disobeying her. Slowly, she slid her socks back onto her feet, savoring the slight resistance as they slid over her smooth skin. Then she pulled her shoes onto her stockinged feet, lacing them up tightly.
Standing up, she turned around to face Milton, who was still kneeling at her feet, his head bowed in submission. She couldn't help but admire the view – her ass in those tight jeans, her firm globes rising temptingly under her shirt.
"Remember this, Milton," she purred, tapping her foot impatiently. "If I ever catch you worshipping another girl's feet or even thinking about it, I'll make you regret it for the rest of your life."
With that final threat, she turned on her heel and walked away, leaving Milton staring after her, his heart beating wildly in his chest. As she walked down the street, the wind ruffling her hair and the sun warming her skin, she couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. She had finally taken control of her life and her relationship with Milton.
And if he ever stepped out of line again, she was more than ready to deliver some serious payback.
