ROSA - Rich And Bratty - BRUTAL Foot Worship
Rosa, the bratty and luxurious BBW beauty, loved having her old, pathetic slave at her beck and call. He was her loyal houseslave, living in her lavish apartment and obeying every command she gave him without question. As she lay on her bed one day, Rosa summoned her slave to engage in the one activity she truly enjoyed – brutal foot worship.
With a smirk on her face, Rosa stretched out her perfectly manicured feet, dripping with sensuality and command. Her slave crawled towards her, his eyes wide with adoration and anticipation. He knew what was coming, but he couldn't resist the allure of those gorgeous feet. As he reached the edge of her bed, Rosa's heels dug into his back, pushing him closer to her feet.
"Worship me, slave," she commanded, her voice dripping with honeyed sweetness. "Show me how devoted you are to your Mistress's feet."
The slave began by gently kissing each toe, his lips grazing over the smooth skin. He pressed his face deeper into her feet, breathing in the intoxicating scent of her perfume and sweat. As he licked and sucked her toes, Rosa moaned softly, her fingers tangling in his hair.
"That's it, slave," she purred. "You're doing a good job."
Her praise only fueled his devotion. The slave moved up to her instep, massaging the sensitive skin with his hands as he licked and sucked his way up her foot. Rosa arched her back, reveling in the sensation of his mouth on her skin. He moved up to her ankles, paying extra attention to the delicate arch. She let out a soft moan, her toes curling in pleasure.
Finally, the slave reached the top of her foot, his mouth hovering just above her soles. He took a deep breath, anticipating her next command. Rosa's eyes gleamed with excitement as she prepared to test his loyalty.
"Go on, slave," she hissed. "Lick my soles. Taste my feet."
Without hesitation, the slave lowered his mouth to her feet, his tongue tracing every contour of her soles. He licked and sucked, leaving a trail of saliva and kisses behind. Rosa's breath hitched in her throat, her fingers digging into his hair, pulling him closer.
As he worked his way back down her feet, Rosa couldn't help but beam with satisfaction. She loved the feeling of power she got from controlling him with nothing more than her feet. When he reached her toes again, she let out a contented sigh.
"That was wonderful, slave," she said, patting his head affectionately. "You may leave now."
The slave crawled back to his corner, his face flushed with exertion and desire. Rosa watched him go, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. She knew that he would be back, eager to please her and worship her feet once again. After all, he was her loyal slave, and she had him under her spell.
