The Giantess's Cuckolded Foot Slave
As I walked through the front door of my luxurious apartment, I was delighted to finally kick off my dirty sneakers. I'd been out all day, wandering the city without a care in the world while my pathetic cuckolded foot slave waited obediently at home. I couldn't wait to humiliate him further for my amusement.
"Ahh, that feels so good," I sighed, savoring the feeling of relief as my toes wiggled free from their confinement. I took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of sweat and dirt from my sneakers. It was time for my slave to earn his keep.
Walking slowly towards the bedroom where my slave was waiting, I imagined the look of terror in his eyes when he saw me. His cock would be hard with anticipation, hoping that maybe tonight would be different. But I knew better.
When I finally stepped into the room, there he was: my pathetic little cuck, bound tightly to the bed with leather restraints. He looked up at me with pleading eyes as I approached. "Please mistress," he whispered, his voice quivering with fear. "I've been such a good slave today."
I let out a bitter laugh. "Oh really?" I asked sarcastically. "Well then, let's see how good you are."
I grabbed one of his feet and held it up to my face. It was already covered in a light sheen of sweat, but that wasn't what I was looking for. "Suck it clean, slave," I commanded, my voice cold and cruel.
Without hesitation, he lowered his mouth to my foot and began to lick clean the dirt and sweat from my sneaker. His tongue was rough against my skin, and I could feel him trying to avoid the dirty part where his cum-covered mouth met mine.
"That's it, slave," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're such a good little cum eater, aren't you?"
I was relentless in my humiliation of him, pushing his boundaries further and further. I could feel my own body growing aroused by the power I held over him. After a few minutes of cleaning my foot, I pulled it away and grabbed another one. "Both feet, slave," I ordered.
He groaned in protest but didn't resist as I held up each foot in turn, forcing him to clean them thoroughly. His face was covered in spit and cum by now, and I could see the tears beginning to form in his eyes. But still, he didn't stop.
Finally, I was satisfied. He lay there, panting heavily, his cock still hard despite the abuse it had endured. I leaned down and whispered in his ear. "Tonight, slave," I said menacingly. "You're going to be my cum eating ATM."
With that, I straightened and walked away, leaving him there to stew in his own filth and anticipation. I knew that tonight would be a night to remember—for both of us.
