Worshiping Mona's Feet in the Name of Love
MONA - My Old Footbitch - INTENSE Foot Worship And Domination Fun (720p)
Mona's feet have always had a strange allure to me. As her old footbitch, I had served her faithfully for years. Our relationship was intense and passionate, filled with both pleasure and pain. And even though we were no longer together, I couldn't shake the desire to be at her feet once again.
One day, out of the blue, she called me. Her voice was as commanding as ever, and she didn't waste any time getting straight to the point. "My feet are cold," she said in that bratty tone that used to send shivers down my spine. "Come here and warm them up."
Without hesitation, I rushed over to her house. I knew what awaited me - the same mixture of fear and excitement that had defined our time together. As I entered her luxurious living room, she was already seated on the couch, one leg bent at the knee and the other stretched out in front of her. Her feet were bare, and they looked even more stunning than I remembered.
I knelt before her, my heart racing as she kicked off her shoes and rested her bare feet on my shoulders. "Do you remember how to worship my feet?" she asked, smirking.
"Yes, ma'am," I replied, my voice quivering with anticipation. I began by kissing the arch of her foot, moving up to her ankle and then her instep. As I ran my tongue over her smooth, soft skin, she let out a contented sigh.
"That's better," she said, her tone softening slightly. "But don't get too comfortable."
With that, she pulled her foot away from me and pressed it against my face. "You're my footstool," she said, her voice regaining its authoritative tone. "You're here to serve me, and that means worshipping my feet at all times."
For hours, I remained at her feet, her toes curling around mine as she massaged them with her hands. I sucked on her toes, ran my tongue along her soles, and breathed in the intoxicating scent of her skin. As I did so, I couldn't help but remember the way we used to be together - the pleasure and pain, the love and hate.
But despite it all, there was something irresistible about being at her feet once again. Even now, years later, she still managed to exert an impossible control over me. And as long as she allowed me to worship her feet, I would gladly do so, no matter what twisted games she chose to play.
