Licking the Dirt Off My Feet
Lora looked at her feet, covered in dirt and grime, her toes curling in anticipation. She was feeling a bit mischievous and decided to test her servant's abilities. "I'm not so sure you can do it," she teased, leaning back against the wall with a smirk on her face.
The servant, a young woman with wide eyes and trembling hands, knelt before her mistress, ready to please. "I'll try my best, Mistress," she said softly. Her heart raced as she looked up at Lora, waiting for her command.
"Well, then," said Lora, standing up straight and giving a commanding nod of her head. "Get to work. And don't you dare miss a spot."
The servant bowed her head in submission and began to lick at Lora's feet, starting at the heel and working her way up to the toes. Her tongue danced across the rough skin, tasting the earthy flavor of the dirt. As she licked, she could feel Lora's presence looming over her, watching every move.
Her tongue flicked out, catching a patch of dirt on Lora's ankle. She drew it back in, feeling the particles stick to her tongue. She could feel the heat from Lora's gaze as she continued to clean her feet.
"Not bad," Lora said, her voice filled with amusement. "But you can do better."
The servant tried to focus on her task, her tongue darting out to catch every piece of dirt she could find. She licked the ball of Lora's foot, feeling the rough texture against her tongue. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of arousal as she thought about how dirty she was making her mistress's feet.
As she worked her way up Lora's calf, she noticed a small patch of dirt clinging to a sensitive spot near her knee. She hesitated for a moment, unsure if she should dare to touch it. But Lora's eyes were on her, watching her every move.
With a deep breath, she leaned forward and licked the dirt away, feeling the warmth of Lora's skin beneath her tongue. She could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks as she tasted the sweat on Lora's skin.
Lora watched as the servant licked and sucked on her feet, feeling a rush of power and dominance. She wondered how far the girl was willing to go to please her.
The servant's tongue traced the outline of Lora's toes, tickling and teasing as she licked away the last traces of dirt. She looked up at Lora, waiting for her approval.
"Very good," Lora said, her voice softening. She reached down and ran her fingers through the servant's hair, feeling the strands stick to the dirt on her feet. "You may stand now."
The servant stood up, feeling a mix of relief and anticipation as she looked up at Lora. She could feel the dirt and sweat covering her body, a testament to her devotion and obedience.
Lora walked past her, her feet leaving muddy tracks on the floor. "Make sure you clean this up," she said over her shoulder, not looking back. "I don't want any stains on my floor."
The servant watched as Lora disappeared around the corner, feeling a twinge of sadness as she realized that the moment of closeness was over. But she knew that there would be other opportunities to please her mistress, other tasks to complete. And she would do anything to earn Lora's approval once again.
