ARIEL - Shave To Be Saved - EXTREME Footsmother In Socks (Human Furniture Position)
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I really hate to shave, but Ariel doesn't like to see me unshaved. She thinks it's disrespectful, so she wants to show me how important shaving is for her slave standards. Extreme footsmother in socks (human furniture position), this cruel brat doesn't stop making me suffer and now she's sitting on my belly, covering my face under her feet, and smothering me with her socks! I beg her to stop, but her socks are covering my face as she presses her feet hard against it. She says the last thing I'll see is her soles in socks coming on my face, and I start to seriously fear what comes next.
It was a hot summer day when Ariel brought me into her chambers. She had been nagging about my unshaven appearance for weeks, warning me that it was disrespectful to go unshaven in front of a mistress like her. I hated shaving; the razors were old, dull, and always cut me. But Ariel didn't care; she insisted that I shave every day to maintain her slave standards.
She began by placing a small towel on the floor, telling me it was where I would kneel while shaving. Then she produced an old, rusty razor from a drawer, its blade barely visible beneath layers of dust. She showed me how to hold it, demonstrating precise strokes across her own smooth thighs. I could feel my heart racing as I imagined those same strokes across my own flesh.
As I began to shave, Ariel watched intently from behind, occasionally reaching out to adjust my hand or guide the razor. It was unnerving, knowing that she was so close but not touching me. Her scent filled the air, a mix of sweet perfume and musk that made my mouth water. Every time the razor grazed my skin, I flinched, anticipating the pain that always followed. But Ariel remained silent, her eyes fixed on mine in the mirror.
When I was finished, Ariel inspected my work, running her fingers slowly across my now-smooth cheeks. She nodded in approval, but it was clear that this was just the beginning of my punishment. She ordered me to my knees, telling me that it was time for her to show me what true obedience meant.
I knelt before her, my heart pounding in anticipation of what was to come. Then, without warning, she pressed her bare feet against my chest, holding me down with surprising strength. I gasped for air as her arches dug into my sternum and her toes curled against my throat. It felt like I was being smothered by pillows, suffocating beneath the weight of her perfect body.
As the minutes stretched into hours, Ariel remained silent, her feet pressing harder against me with each passing moment. My vision began to blur from the lack of air, but still, she refused to speak. It felt like an eternity passed before she finally lifted her feet, allowing me a brief moment of relief before collapsing onto the floor.
I lay there, gasping for air, my body aching from the pressure of her feet. Ariel looked down at me, her face expressionless. "Shaved in silence," she whispered, her voice soft but menacing. "Now get up and prepare for your next task."
And so I rose from the floor, still feeling the weight of her silence pressing down on me. I wondered what she had planned next, but as always, I knew better than to ask. I was just her slave, and I would endure whatever she put me through.
