Feet of Fate: A Spitting Session with Miss Lilly
Miss Lilly, the exquisite Mistress of Femdomsquad Video Store, grinned wickedly as she surveyed her latest subject - a pathetic loser who had begged for this moment. He knelt before her, eyes fixed on her glistening feet adorned in shimmering high heels. The anticipation was palpable in the room; both their hearts pounded in unison.
"Come," she purred, her voice like velvet wrapped around a whip. "Take my feet and play with them."
With trembling hands, the slave reached out to touch the hem of her skirt, hesitating. But Miss Lilly's gaze was a command, and he found himself drawn into her world, unable to resist. He grabbed a fistful of her soft, silken fabric and raised it to his nose, inhaling deeply. The scent of her perfume was intoxicating, and it fueled his desire.
"First, my socks," she commanded, her tone leaving no room for negotiation. "Lick them clean."
The slave's eyes darted between her feet and her face, unsure of what to do next. But Miss Lilly's patience was wearing thin, and she needed him to understand who was in charge here.
On shaky knees, the slave leaned forward and pressed his lips against her cotton-covered foot, inhaling deeply as he closed his eyes. The taste of her skin, combined with the scent of her socks, sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body. He licked and kissed every inch of her foot, breathing in the intoxicating aroma like a drug.
After several minutes of devoted attention, Miss Lilly finally allowed him to move onto the next step. With trembling hands, he reached for her ankle, his lips parting in anticipation.
"Slowly," she warned, her voice low and threatening. "You don't want to make a mistake now, do you?"
The slave shook his head vigorously, his eyes never leaving her feet. Slowly, he moved his lips up her calf, feeling the soft skin stretch taut under his touch. With each passing moment, the anticipation built within him, until he could barely stand it.
Finally, he reached the hem of her skirt, his heart pounding in his chest. With a deep breath, he grabbed onto her thigh and pulled, revealing her glistening foot. The slave let out a gasp of pure pleasure as he gazed upon her perfect, arched toes. He could feel the heat of her foot against his cheek, and he knew that this was what he had been waiting for.
Miss Lilly watched as the slave's tongue darted out to taste her skin, his eyes closed in ecstasy. She smiled, knowing that she had him right where she wanted him.
"That's it, loser," she purred, wrapping her fingers around his hair and pulling him closer. "You want more? You want to taste every inch of my foot?"
The slave nodded frantically, his entire body trembling with need.
"Then show me how much you deserve this," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "Taste every inch of my foot, and maybe... just maybe, I'll let you feel my spit."
And so, the slave did as he was told. He pressed his lips against her heel, kissing every calloused spot with reverence. He moved up her calf, paying homage to each tendon and vein, until he reached her toes. With a shaking hand, he reached into his mouth and pulled out his tongue, offering it to her.
Miss Lilly smirked, amused at his eagerness. She leaned down and pressed her foot against his face, feeling the warmth of his breath on her skin. And then, with a slow, deliberate movement, she spat directly into his mouth.
The slave's eyes rolled back in his head as he tasted her saliva, savoring every drop. He moaned loudly, unable to contain his pleasure. And as he licked her foot clean, he knew that this was his reward - to be under her spell, to taste her power, and to feel her spit on his tongue.
