As I entered the opulent studio of Size, my gaze immediately fell upon the latest footboy creation. He knelt on the plush red carpet, his head bowed in reverence as he stroked his thick, swollen cock. The sight of his perfectly manicured toes twitching in anticipation sent a rush of excitement through my veins.
"Ahhh, you're just what I needed," I purred, striding towards him. The footboy's head snapped up, revealing a face of pure adoration as he took in my presence. "You look like you've been waiting for me."
He nodded eagerly, his eyes trailing up my body before returning to my feet. "Yes, Mistress. I've been longing for your touch all day."
I let out a slow breath, savoring the moment. The studio was filled with the sounds of moans and gasps from other footboys being worshiped and pleasured by their mistresses. But in this moment, it was just him and me. I settled onto a plush chair and patted the armrest, gesturing for him to come closer.
Without hesitation, the footboy crawled over to me, his knees pressing into the soft carpet as he positioned himself between my legs. His warm breath brushed against my skin as he leaned in closer, his eyes never leaving my feet. I slipped off my shoes, relishing the feeling of his soft lips pressing against the soles of my feet.
"That's it, baby. Show me how much you love my feet," I murmured, reaching down to run my fingers through his silky hair. The feeling of his tongue dancing against my arches sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn't help but moan. "Oh, you really are good at this."
As he continued to lavish attention on my feet, I reached down and took hold of his cock. It was hard as a rock, covered in a thin sheen of precum. I gave it a gentle squeeze before starting to stroke it in time with his movements. His eyes rolled back in his head, and a low groan escaped his lips. "Mistress..."
"Shh," I whispered. "Just enjoy this."
The feeling of his tongue on my feet combined with the sensation of his cock growing harder in my hand was intoxicating. I leaned back in the chair, spreading my legs to give him better access. The footboy leaned in, pressing his cheek against my thigh as he lapped up every bit of sweat and pre-cum from my feet. It was clear he was getting closer to the edge, and I wanted to push him over it.
"Oh, you like that, huh?" I asked, stroking his cock faster. "You like serving my feet?"
He nodded vigorously, his eyes still closed. "Yes, Mistress. Your feet are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
I chuckled softly, feeling his cock twitch in my hand. "Why don't you show me how much you love them?"
The footboy nodded, opening his eyes to look at me. A spark of defiance ignited in those baby blues as he leaned in and gently sucked one of my toes into his mouth. The way he moved his tongue against it sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body. I watched in awe as he worked his magic, his cock pulsing in my hand.
"That's it, baby," I whispered, stroking his hair. "Suck on them...tell me how much you love them."
"I love your toes, Mistress," he moaned around my toes. "I love how they feel against my tongue. I love serving you."
His words sent me spiraling over the edge. I gripped his cock tightly, feeling the heat building inside him. As he sucked on another toe, I could feel the pressure mounting. With one final thrust, he came, his hot cum splattering against my foot. The sensation was unlike anything I'd ever felt before.
I looked down at him, my heart swelling with pride. "You did so well, baby."
He looked up at me with a mixture of gratitude and awe. "Thank you, Mistress."
I pulled him up into my lap, wrapping my arms around him as we sat there panting. The other footboys were still hard at work, but for now, it was just the two of us. "You know," I murmured, stroking his back, "I think it's time we gave the others a break. How about we take this to a more private setting?"
He nodded eagerly, his cock still throbbing between us. "Wherever you wish, Mistress."
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