A New Foot Slave for Olivia
Olivia, the charming and dominant mistress, made her way back to her home after a leisurely stroll. She had spent the afternoon walking around town, soaking in the sun and enjoying the warmth on her skin. Her stroll had given her time to think about her new foot slave, Johnny.
As she approached her house, she could see Johnny waiting for her at the entrance. He was nervous and anxious, knowing what was about to happen. Olivia smiled to herself as she thought about how quickly he had become accustomed to his role as her foot slave.
She opened the door and stepped inside, kicking off her boots and leaving them by the door. Olivia walked over to where Johnny was kneeling, looking up at her with a mixture of fear and anticipation in his eyes.
"Well, well, well," she said, smirking down at him. "You've been waiting for me, I see."
Johnny nodded slowly, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew what was about to happen and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Olivia bent down and placed one foot on his chest, gently pushing him back onto the floor.
"Now," she said, watching as he struggled to get comfortable on the hardwood floor. "We have some catching up to do."
She lifted her foot off his chest and placed it on his face, using his forehead as a footrest. Johnny closed his eyes tightly, trying to block out the sensation of her sweaty foot against his skin. But he couldn't help but inhale deeply as she commanded him to smell her foot.
Olivia lit up a cigarette and took a long drag, enjoying the look of pure misery on Johnny's face. She knew she had him right where she wanted him - completely at her mercy and under her control.
As she smoked her cigarette, she watched as Johnny struggled to breathe under the weight of her foot. He whimpered softly, unable to resist her command. Olivia smiled to herself, feeling a sense of power and satisfaction wash over her.
After what felt like an eternity to Johnny, Olivia finally removed her foot from his face. He gasped for air, his lungs burning from the lack of oxygen. Olivia stood up and walked over to him, towering over him with her tall frame.
"That's enough for now," she said, her voice calm and soothing. "But don't worry, my dear Johnny. We'll have plenty more fun together in the future."
With that, she left him there on the floor, wondering what kind of torment she had in store for him next. As Olivia walked away, she couldn't help but think about how lucky she was to have found Johnny. He was the perfect foot slave - obedient, submissive, and always willing to please her.
Their story continued to unfold, each new chapter more thrilling than the last. And as Olivia prepared for their next encounter, she couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation building inside her. After all, she knew that for Johnny, the best was yet to come.
