Foot Slut Training Begins
As you stepped into her luxurious apartment, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. The date had been nothing short of perfect; she was intelligent, beautiful, and shared your love for fine dining and wine. Now, as you stood before her, you wondered if tonight would be the night when she finally gave in to your burning desire for intimacy.
Your hopes were quickly dashed when she slipped out of her high heels, revealing her perfectly manicured toes. With a seductive smile, she motioned for you to kneel beside her. Your heart raced as you realized what was about to happen - she was going to make you worship her feet.
Without hesitation, you began to massage her stockinged feet and kiss each toe, taking in the intoxicating scent of her perfume. She groaned in pleasure, a sound that sent shivers down your spine. As you looked up at her, you noticed her gaze lingering on something else - your rapidly hardening cock.
"Seeing that, I think we're going to have to make a few adjustments to our arrangement," she purred, her voice like silk. "From now on, you're my foot slut. Your duty is to worship my feet, and nothing more."
You felt a mixture of shame and arousal as she ordered you around like this. But there was something undeniably erotic about the idea of being her sole focus when it came to intimacy. You vowed to be the best foot slave she could ever ask for.
She pulled you closer, guiding your face towards her feet. You could feel her perfect toes brushing against your lips as she ran her hands through your hair. The sensation was intoxicating, and you found yourself hungry for more.
"That's it," she whispered, her breath tickling your ear. "Suck on my toes like they're the sweetest thing you've ever tasted."
You obeyed without hesitation, taking one of her feet in your hands and gently massaging it while mouthing her toes. She moaned in pleasure, and you couldn't help but feel a rush of satisfaction at the thought of bringing her such pleasure.
As your attentions shifted to her other foot, you noticed something curious - she wasn't wearing any panties. The thought of her bare pussy just inches away from your face was driving you wild. But for now, your focus had to remain on her feet.
Despite your growing arousal, you maintained your foot worship with vigor, ignoring the throbbing ache in your cock. You knew that she was the one in control now, and you were determined to prove yourself worthy of her affection.
It wasn't long before she moved your hand towards your own crotch, guiding your cock to her mouth. You felt her hot breath against your skin as she took your aching length into her mouth, teasing and tantalizing your sensitive flesh.
With one final, expert stroke, she took you over the edge, milking your cum onto her perfect feet. As you looked up at her, tears of shame and arousal streaming down your face, you knew that you had found your calling as her foot slut.
