Sigma Femdom - Lick my feet
As I approached the sleek black high heels that adorned the feet of my Mistress, Orchidea Blue, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of anticipation and anxiety. Her long, slender legs were crossed gracefully, revealing the perfect arch of her foot. I knelt before her, my gaze fixed on her footwear as I awaited her next command.
"Ita:semplice e intensa adorazione dei piedi di orchidea blu che mi ordina di massaggiarglieli e di leccargli per bene tra la dita!", she purred, her voice like honeyed velvet. "Eng:simple and intense foot worship from blue orchid, who orders me to massage them and lick between her toes thoroughly!"
Without further instruction, I grasped her ankle gently and began to massage the soft flesh, paying particular attention to the arch of her foot. Her skin was warm and smooth, inviting me to explore further. As my fingers traced the outline of her bare foot, I could feel her body tensing with pleasure.
"Eccelente," she murmured, her approval deepening my desire to please her. "Continua."
Moving up her calf, I pressed my lips against the ball of her foot, feeling the delicate bones beneath the skin. My tongue darted out, tracing the lines of her foot, teasing the tender flesh between her toes. I could feel her hips sway slightly, an unmistakable sign of her arousal.
"Massaggia anche le dita," she instructed, her voice low and sultry. "E leccaglie bene."
Obeying her command, I used my fingers to spread her toes wide, revealing the pink, sensitive skin beneath. Then, with a sudden burst of courage, I pressed my lips against the soft flesh, giving it a gentle, lingering kiss. As I ran my tongue along the sensitive skin, I heard her breath catch in her throat.
"Sì," she hissed, her eyes half-closed in pleasure. "Continua."
I took my time, exploring every inch of her foot, tracing patterns on her skin with my tongue. I lapped at her toes, sucking each one into my mouth and teasing it with my teeth. With each passing moment, I could feel her body trembling with anticipation.
"È buono," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. "Assaggia come il vino francese più pregiato."
Her foot twitched beneath my lips, urging me on. I took her hint, using my fingers to part her toes once again. Then, I pressed my tongue against the sensitive flesh, lashing it with short, quick strokes. I felt her whole body shudder as she arched her back, her legs trembling with pleasure.
"Mon dieu," she whispered, her eyes closing in ecstasy. "Continua così."
I heard the unmistakable sound of her arousal as she ground her hips against the floor, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. I increased the pressure of my tongue, flicking and teasing the flesh between her toes, paying special attention to the tender spot at the base of her big toe.
"È sufficiente?" she asked, her voice low and seductive.
Before I could answer, she pulled her foot away, leaving me yearning for more. "Forse non," she purred, lifting her other foot onto my lap. "Eccoti l'altro piede."
I stared up at her in disbelief, unable to believe my luck. She was offering me another chance to please her, another chance to taste her delicious foot. Without hesitation, I grasped her ankle and began to massage her other foot, promising myself that this time, I wouldn't stop until she begged me to.
