Foot Worship - Lady Eviana's Devoted Slave
Foot Worship - Lady Eviana's Devoted Slave
When the doorbell rang, Lady Eviana took a long drag from her cigarette and sighed, exhaling a plume of smoke. She had been relaxing on her chaise lounge, watching old films from the golden age of Hollywood while enjoying a glass of cabernet sauvignon. Her feet were propped up on a silken cushion, and she was in no hurry to attend to whoever was at her door.
"Enter," she called out, taking another sip of her wine. A moment later, her slave appeared before her, his eyes downcast, his heart pounding with anticipation. He was naked except for a pair of silk panties on his head, a collar around his neck, and a leash in his hands.
"Ah, my dear slave," Lady Eviana purred, taking another drag from her cigarette. "You have brought your little plaything with you, haven't you?" She smiled, her red lips curling into a sinful grin.
The slave nodded, his eyes widening in fear and excitement. He knew that he had pleased his Mistress by finding a beautiful woman to share their fetish for foot worship. He knelt before her, his eyes fixed on her feet.
"Good boy," she said, taking one last drag from her cigarette before stubbing it out. "Now, let's see what kind of show you've arranged for me."
The slave led his guest into the living room, where he had set up a shrine to his Mistress's feet. There was a soft mat for her to stand on, a basin of warm water, and several towels. He knelt before her, his hands on his thighs, his eyes never leaving her feet.
"Very good, slave," Lady Eviana said, walking over to the mat. She sat down, crossing her legs, and sighed with pleasure as the slave began to wash her feet with a soft cloth. He kissed each foot, lingering on the toes, and massaged her arches.
"Now, slave," she said, her voice low and seductive. "Show me your new toy."
The slave nodded, his heart racing. He led the woman forward, his own cock stirring in his panties as he anticipated watching his Mistress worship another woman's feet. The woman knelt before Lady Eviana, her eyes fixed on her mistress's feet.
"Go ahead," Lady Eviana purred, leaning back on the mat. "Take off her panties and put them on your head."
The slave did as he was told, his hands shaking with excitement as he removed the woman's panties and placed them on his own head. He looked up at his Mistress, his eyes full of love and devotion.
"Now," Lady Eviana said, stretching out her legs. "Show me what you've learned."
The slave leaned forward, his mouth opening in anticipation. He knew that he had to make his Mistress happy, to please her in every way possible. He pressed his lips to her foot, kissing it tenderly before beginning to lick and suckle.
"Oh yes," Lady Eviana moaned, closing her eyes and arching her back. "That's it, slave. Worship my feet like the devout foot slave you are."
As he worshipped his Mistress's feet, the slave felt a surge of pleasure building inside him. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced before, and he knew that this was his true calling. He continued to lick and suckle, getting lost in the sensation of pleasing his Mistress in this most intimate way.
Finally, Lady Eviana could take no more. She reached down and grasped her slave's cock, stroking it slowly as he continued to worship her feet. "Come for me, slave," she purred, her voice low and seductive.
With a final moan of ecstasy, the slave came, his cock spurting its load onto the mat. As he lay there, spent, Lady Eviana leaned forward and took one last drag from her cigarette. Smoke curled around them both, a testament to their devotion and the unique bond they shared through foot worship.
"A job well done, slave," she said, her voice warm with approval. "Now, go clean yourself up and get some rest. Tomorrow, we begin again."
And with that, the slave rose to his feet, bowed deeply to his Mistress, and exited the room, his mind already lost in the world of foot worship and the pleasure it brought him.
