Total Domination: Stinky Feet Worship
The sweat dripped down his forehead as he lay on the cold floor, staring up at the woman on the bed. Her legs were crossed, and between them was the most beautiful, yet pungent scent he had ever encountered. He could barely take a breath without gagging, but he knew he had to try. He crawled towards her, his body aching from being in this position for so long. As he reached her feet, he looked up at her face, awaiting her command.
"See that hose there?" she asked, pointing to a bucket full of water and a black hose coiled nearby. "You're going to use that to clean between my toes." She grinned wickedly, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "And don't forget to lick them clean too."
His stomach churned, but he knew there was no other choice. He grabbed the hose and started running water through it, splashing it against his face to try and clear his head. Then, he took a deep breath and leaned in close to her feet, hoping the fumes wouldn't overwhelm him. He doused the hose with water and began cleaning between her toes, his mouth watering at the thought of what was to come.
"Good boy," she purred, reaching down to run her fingers through his hair. "Now, lick them clean."
He closed his eyes and leaned in, taking a deep breath before pressing his lips against the sweaty, stinky skin of her foot. He licked tentatively at first, but slowly worked up the courage to taste the sweat that had soaked into her pores. She moaned softly, her foot moving against his face, urging him on. He lapped at her skin, feeling the soft, warm flesh against his tongue.
As he worked his way up her foot, he could feel the tension in his body beginning to fade. It was like nothing else he had ever experienced before—the scent, the intimacy, the power she held over him. He knew this was wrong, but he couldn't help himself. He needed more.
When he reached the top of her foot, he looked up at her, awaiting his reward. She smiled down at him, her eyes filled with satisfaction. "You're such a good boy," she whispered, reaching down to stroke his hair. "Now come here."
He climbed back up to the bed, crawling between her legs until he was pressed against her. She wrapped her legs around him, trapping him in her embrace. "See how much you need me?" she whispered, her breath tickling his ear. "You'll always come back for more, won't you?"
He nodded, unable to speak. She was right—he did need her. He needed her stinky feet, her commanding voice, her cruel smile. It was a twisted sort of love, but it was all he had. And he knew he would never be able to resist her again.
