As I sauntered into my home after a wild night out, I couldn't help but feel a sense of empowerment. The sweet scent of sweat and cologne still lingered on my body, reminding me of the real men I'd been flirting with all evening. My heels clicked against the hardwood floor, announcing my arrival to my less-fortunate beta male, who was dutifully waiting for me.
"I hope you cleaned up the house like I told you to," I said, eyeing him with a mixture of lust and amusement. He was still clad in his panties, looking like the pathetic cuckold he was. I let out a sigh, knowing that tonight was going to be especially humiliating for him.
"You know what time it is," I said, slowly unzipping my dress to reveal the black lace bra and panties underneath. My breathing hitched as I savored the moment, enjoying the sight of my beta male's wide eyes following every movement. "It's time for some foot worship."
I stepped out of my dress, leaving it in a crumpled heap on the floor, and kicked off my heels. My feet were swollen and sore from dancing all night in those leather slides, but I knew exactly what would happen next. My beta male's eyes were glued to my feet, taking in every detail of my sweaty soles and strappy sandals.
"Smell them," I commanded, my voice dripping with cruel delight. He lowered his head reverently, inhaling deeply as he took in the scent of my feet. Smelly feet CBT was one of his many weaknesses, and I wasn't about to let him forget it.
"That's it, baby," I purred, running my hands through his hair. "You like that smell, don't you?" I asked, leaning in close so I could feel his warm breath against my toes. I watched as his Adam's apple bobbed up and down in his throat, his arousal evident even through the flimsy material of his panties.
"C'mere," I said, pulling him closer. I heard the rustle of fabric as he knelt down between my legs, his face level with my crotch. "Suck on my balls," I commanded, giving him a nudge towards his target. My beta male obliged, opening his mouth wide and taking my balls into his mouth, sucking gently. It was like watching a trained puppy perform tricks.
I savored the moment, basking in the humiliation that was being dished out so willingly. As he worked on my balls, I reached down and started fondling his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze every now and then. His moans of pleasure only served to fuel my sadistic desires.
"Oh, and don't forget about my feet," I reminded him, giving him a sharp kick in the side. He groaned, his attention shifting back to my swollen feet. "You're going to worship them until I say it's time for something else."
I spent the next few minutes edging my beta male, bringing him to the brink of orgasm only to pull back at the last moment. His cries of frustration were music to my ears, and I reveled in the power I held over him. I could see the tears welling up in his eyes, but I knew there was more to come.
Finally, I decided it was time for him to cum. I pulled him closer, wrapping my legs around his head as he licked and sucked on my swollen clit. His movements became more frantic, and I could feel his need building to a fever pitch.
"Cum for me, baby," I whispered, leaning forward. "Cum all over my sweaty feet."
And with that, he let out a long, drawn-out moan, his cum splattering against my feet. I felt the warmth of his release, the sweet taste of his cum mixing with the smell of my sweaty feet.
"Thank you, baby," I said, giving him a gentle pat on the head. "Now, clean up my feet and get ready for the next round."
With that, he scurried off to find a towel, leaving behind a trail of humiliation that was all too familiar. I couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction as I watched him kneel at my feet, cleaning up the mess he had made.
