Barefoot Worship for the Lady's Sole Slave
Lady Lina's feet were a sight to behold. Long, slender, and painted red, they were the object of her slave's deepest desires. As they returned from their walk, Lady Lina could sense the anticipation in the air. The slave, his heart racing, waited eagerly for his mistress's next command.
"Now you'll get to lick my bare feet," she announced, her voice dripping with dominance.
The slave's eyes widened in excitement as he watched Lady Lina slowly slide her feet out of her warm, moist black socks. The musky scent of her feet filled his nostrils, making his member twitch in anticipation.
"Admire my first bare foot," she commanded, extending one silky smooth sole towards him. The long, red-painted toes curled invitingly.
The slave couldn't believe his luck. He knelt before her, his tongue tracing the contours of her foot as he savored the taste of her skin. He licked every inch of her sole, paying special attention to her toes. He kissed them, sucked on them, and even nibbled gently.
"You're such a freak," she purred, her voice thick with amusement. "You'd do anything for my feet, wouldn't you?"
His reply was a moan of delight as he took in the second bare foot presented to him. He repeated his adoration, lavishing attention on her second foot, ignoring the growing bulge in his trousers.
Lady Lina watched with satisfaction as her slave lost himself in worship of her feet. She was used to being admired, but the depth of devotion her slave showed was truly unique. As he worked his way up her calf, licking and sucking, she knew she had found the perfect plaything.
Satisfied with his efforts, she finally slipped off the second sock, revealing her second bare foot. This time, she didn't ask him to lick; she commanded it.
"Lick my feet," she said, her voice harsh. "Lick them clean and show me how much you love them."
The slave responded immediately, burying his face in her feet, nuzzling them with his nose. He licked her soles, the arches, and every inch of skin between her toes. He groaned in ecstasy as he felt the soft, warm flesh against his tongue.
Lady Lina watched, amused by his antics. She knew she held power over him, and she intended to use it to her full advantage. As he lapped at her feet, she considered the possibilities for their next encounter. Maybe she would make him wear her used pantyhose as a reward...or maybe she would find another way to humiliate him.
For now, though, she enjoyed the feeling of his tongue on her skin, the way he trembled with excitement at her feet. She knew he would do anything for her, and that knowledge filled her with a sense of power and satisfaction.
As the slave's tongue worked its magic, Lady Lina couldn't help but wonder how far she could take this. She knew he was eager to please, to make her happy...and that made her all the more eager to explore the depths of his devotion.
She couldn't wait to see what he would do next.
