Foot Worship: Ariel's Dominance Over a Submissive Babe
Ariel, a stunningly gorgeous woman with a body that could easily intimidate any man, stood before her eagerly awaiting submissive babe. The young girl was kneeling on the cold, hard floor, her eyes fixed upon Ariel's feet. She wore a pair of cheap, faded sweatpants that did little to hide the fact that she was not wearing any shoes.
"You know why you're here, don't you?" Ariel's voice was like velvet, soft yet authoritative. The girl nodded, her eyes never leaving Ariel's feet.
"Good," Ariel said, smirking. She took a step forward, and the girl immediately reached out to touch her foot. Ariel's toes curled against the girl's skin, and she let out a soft moan of approval. The girl's cheeks flushed with both pleasure and embarrassment.
"You're such a pathetic excuse for a human being," Ariel said, her voice full of disdain. "You've been raised poorly, and now you're going to suffer the consequences." She lifted her foot off the ground, and the girl's tongue darted out to lick the sole of Ariel's foot. The dominatrix let out a slow, sensual sigh as she savored the feeling of the girl's tongue upon her skin.
"That's better," Ariel said, smirking down at the girl. She then stepped back, out of reach of the girl's tongue. "You''t think you're going to get away with just worshipping my feet, though." She walked over to a small table where various implements of punishment lay in wait.
The girl watched nervously as Ariel picked up a leather flogger. "I'm going to teach you a lesson in obedience," she said, her voice cold and hard. "And you're going to enjoy every moment of it." She walked back over to the girl and knelt down in front of her.
"Please, mistress," the girl whispered, her eyes pleading for mercy. Ariel chuckled darkly.
"Oh, honey," she said, shaking her head. "You're going to have to do better than that. Now, tell me how you want me to punish you."
The girl swallowed hard, her heart racing. "With the flogger, mistress," she said, her voice shaking.
Ariel nodded, her eyes glinting with amusement. She leaned in close to the girl's face, her breath hot against her cheek. "Good girl," she purred, before standing up and bringing the flogger down hard upon the girl's back.
The girl let out a loud gasp, her body jolting from the impact. Tears streamed down her cheeks, but she didn't move from her kneeling position. She kept her eyes fixed upon Ariel's feet, worshipping them even as she was being punished.
After several more strokes of the flogger, Ariel finally stopped. She knelt down once more in front of the girl, her hand resting gently upon the girl's head. "You're such a good little bitch," she whispered. "Now, why don't you clean up this mess you've made?"
The girl nodded, her tears drying up quickly. She slowly lifted her head, her tongue darting out to lick the tear streaks from her cheeks. Then, she lowered her head and began to lick the sweat and tears from the floor where Ariel had been standing.
As she worked, Ariel watched with satisfaction. She knew that this girl was hers, body and soul. And she would do anything to prove her worth to her dominatrix.
