Princess Alice's Foot Service
Princess Alice, clad in a soft, silken robe, stood before her eager foot bitch. Her bare feet were warm and fragrant, adorned with delicate nail polish that matched her auburn hair. She smiled wickedly as she looked down at him, the anticipation in his eyes almost palpable. "Won't you tell me, my little foot bitch?" she purred, running her fingers through her hair. "Won't you admit that you can't wait to lick my feet clean after work?"
He nodded eagerly, his heart racing. "Yes, my Queen," he whispered, his gaze fixed on her feet. "I can't wait to worship your soft, fragrant soles."
Princess Alice chuckled, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. "That's more like it," she said, stepping closer. She drew her foot back slowly, inviting him to take a whiff of her scent. "Go on, my little foot slave," she commanded. "Kiss my foot."
He leaned forward, pressing his lips against her foot, savoring the sweet, musky scent that emanated from it. His tongue darted out, tasting the skin, and he moaned in pleasure. "Your feet are so soft, my Queen," he murmured, running his tongue up her calf.
Princess Alice giggled, her toes curling with delight. "I know they are," she said, rolling her eyes back in pleasure. "Now, lick my toes. Clean them thoroughly."
Obediently, he leaned forward, his tongue darting out to lick each toe clean. He lapped up the sweat and dirt, savoring the taste of his Queen's essence. As he worked his way up her foot, he murmured words of praise, telling her how beautiful and perfect her feet were.
When he reached the top, he looked up at Princess Alice, his eyes shining with love and admiration. "Your feet are truly magnificent, my Queen," he said, his voice trembling with emotion. "I would be honored to serve them for the rest of my life."
Princess Alice laughed, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "I think I could tolerate that," she said, leaning down to kiss him on the cheek. "But for now, you can rest. Tomorrow, you'll get to do it all over again."
And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving him to bask in the glory of her presence and the scent of her feet. He lay there, his heart racing, dreaming of the day when he would be allowed to serve her again. For now, though, he was content to sleep, dreaming of the soft, fragrant soles that he had worshipped so diligently today.
