My slave waited patiently on the bed, his eyes fixated on the door that led to my return. The moment I walked in, he sprang into action, eager to please his Mistress. With a knowing smile, I handed him an award he had been longing for – the chance to worship my feet once more.
I took my seat in the armchair, my body aching from a long day on my feet. I watched as he dropped to his knees before me, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. I couldn't help but chuckle at how much this pathetic creature loved my feet.
I began by making him lick and kiss my dirty Converse, but that quickly became tedious. So, I decided to add a bit of punishment mixed in with his pleasure. I placed my dirty shoes against his throat, watching as he gagged and choked on the familiar scent. It was exhilarating.
"Start jerking off," I commanded, pushing my shoes deeper into his mouth. His eyes bulged as he struggled to obey while maintaining contact with my shoes. His face flushed a deep purple, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride at his devotion.
Just when I thought he couldn't handle any more, I pulled my shoes away and watched as he collapsed in a puddle of his own release. The sight of his cum pooling around him sent shivers down my spine. This pathetic creature would do anything for his mistress, even if it meant sacrificing his own pleasure.
But the fun wasn't over yet. I removed my shoes and placed them in front of me, waiting for his next act of submission. He crawled over to me, his face filled with fear and anticipation. I placed my bare foot against his lips, pushing it deep into his mouth. His tongue danced around my toes, desperate for even the tiniest morsel of my attention.
I began to thrust my foot in and out of his mouth, relishing in the moans and groans that escaped his throat. He was mine, completely and utterly. And when I felt myself getting close, I pushed him harder, demanding that he make me cum.
With one final thrust, I felt my orgasm crash over me. My toes curled and my body shook as I released into his mouth. When I finally came down from my climax, I removed my foot and wiped it clean on his chin before stepping over him and leaving him there – a pathetic mess of worship and submission.
I couldn't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction as I walked away, knowing that my slave would be left to lick his own juices off the floor. He was mine, and I would keep him that way – no matter the cost.
