Olga felt a mixture of fear and excitement as she entered the luxurious mansion. It was the first day of her new life as a full-time slave to MyMaster, and she was about to begin her service at his feet. The thought both terrified and aroused her, knowing that every inch of her body would belong to him from now on.
She made her way through the grand hallways, following the butler's directions to the master's private quarters. Her heart raced as she knocked softly on the ornate door. "Come in," a deep voice commanded, and she hesitated before pushing it open.
MyMaster, a tall and handsome man with piercing green eyes, sat reclined on a plush chair, his feet bare and resting on a footstool. Olga's gaze was immediately drawn to his feet, noting how perfectly formed they were, with perfectly trimmed toenails and smooth, uncalloused skin. She felt herself growing wet between her legs at the sight.
"Kneel before me, slave," MyMaster commanded, his voice a mix of authority and desire. Olga's knees buckled slightly, but she managed to kneel at his feet, her head bowed in submission. She could feel the warmth of his feet against her cheek as she looked up at him.
"You are here to serve me," he said, "and I expect nothing but complete devotion and obedience." His voice was cold, yet his gaze held a heat that sent shivers down her spine. She nodded her understanding, her heart beating rapidly in her chest.
He lifted his foot and placed it gently on her forehead, pressing down slightly. "Worship my feet, Olga," he whispered, "for they are the source of your pleasure and pain." She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as she leaned into his foot, inhaling his scent. She ran her tongue along the arch of his foot, tasting the sweat on his skin, and groaned softly.
MyMaster let out a pleased hum, his foot moving rhythmically against her tongue. "That's a good slave," he murmured. "Now, let's see how well you can perform." He removed his foot from her mouth and gestured for her to stand.
Olga rose shakily to her feet, her body tingling from the contact with her new master. She watched as he stood up, towering over her, his erect cock straining against his pants. He stepped closer, his hard length pressing against her stomach.
"You will do anything I ask of you, Olga," he said, his voice low and threatening. "Anything to please me." She nodded, her heart pounding in anticipation of what was to come.
As he led her to the bedroom, Olga couldn't help but wonder what her life would be like as a full-time slave to MyMaster's feet. Would she ever truly belong to him? Would she always be at his beck and call? The thought both excited and terrified her, but she knew that there was no turning back now. She was his, body and soul.
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