The Lady's Dirty Feet and Her Little Cock Slave
As Lady Kara entered her opulent living room, she couldn't resist the urge to show off her recently acquired pair of stilettos. The leather shone under the dim light, highlighting the intricate design on the soles that promised to leave deep impressions on any surface they touched. She strutted towards her sofa, admiring her reflection in the full-length mirror that hung adjacent. However, as she lifted her leg to sit down, she noticed the accumulation of dirt and grime on her feet. A smirk crossed her face as she remembered her evening plans for her little cock slave.
Lady Kara made her way to the spare bedroom where she kept her slave chained up. He was already awake, his eyes fixed on her as she approached. His cock, tiny but hard, twitched at the sight of his mistress. "Did you miss me, my little cock slave?" She purred, running her manicured toe over his chin before stepping out of view.
Moments later, she returned with a vacuum cleaner. The slave's eyes widened in fear as he recognized the appliance. "What are you doing with that?" He asked, his voice trembling. "Oh, don't be such a baby," She chuckled, flipping a switch on the machine. "I just think it's time to give your dirty feet some attention."
Kneeling down in front of him, Lady Kara took one of his feet in her hand and proceeded to scrub it clean with a wet cloth. As she worked, she watched with amusement as the vacuum's nozzle brushed against his swollen cock, eliciting small moans of pleasure from him. "Don't worry, baby," She cooed, "I'll make sure your little friend gets some attention too."
Once his feet were sufficiently clean, Lady Kara instructed him to remove his restraints. As he struggled to stand up after being immobile for so long, she approached him from behind, her hands gently massaging his thighs. "That's a good boy," She whispered in his ear before guiding his cock into her mouth.
She took him deep, loving the way his moans vibrated against her tongue. As she bobbed her head up and down on his shaft, she used her free hand to tease his balls, rolling them around in her palm. Her other hand reached down and began to cup his buttocks, squeezing them rhythmically as she took him deeper.
Finally, she pulled away, leaving him panting and begging for more. "Such a good boy," She purred, grabbing the vacuum cleaner and aiming it at his feet. With a flick of a switch, the machine hummed to life, the suction cups pulling at his sensitive soles.
As she watched his face contort with pleasure, Lady Kara reached between his legs and began to stroke his cock once again. His hips bucked forward involuntarily, seeking more contact with her hand. She increased the intensity of her strokes, matching the rhythm of the vacuum cleaner as she milked him.
Finally, she pulled him away from the machine, droplets of precum glistening on his cock. "That's enough for now," She said, her voice heavy with disappointment. "But don't worry, my little friend, I'll make sure you get to cum again soon. Just not on my feet."
With that, Lady Kara disappeared into her bedroom, leaving her unsuspecting slave to ponder his fate. As he lay there, spent and satisfied, he couldn't help but wonder what new torments his mistress had in store for him.
