Footmothered: A Story of Jenni Czechs World
Jenni's eyes fluttered open, her body jolting upright as the sound of snoring echoed through the room. She let out a frustrated groan, rubbing at her temples with one hand. It was late, and all she wanted was to get some much-needed rest after a long night of hosting her famous femdom parties. But here she was, once again, awoken by her pathetic, snoring slave.
Sighing heavily, Jenni turned her head to glare at the wretched male. He lay sprawled out on the floor, his mouth hanging open, and his body jerking sporadically from the loud sounds escaping his throat. "Serves you right," she thought bitterly, pushing herself upright and standing over him.
With a mischievous grin curling her lips, she decided it was time to teach her slave a lesson he wouldn't soon forget. Slowly, deliberately, she lowered herself onto her knees, placing one foot squarely in front of his face. Her toes wiggled enticingly as she leaned forward, her ample cleavage pressing against his nose.
"Open wide," she purred, her voice dripping with honeyed venom. The slave complied eagerly, parting his lips to reveal his wet, pink tongue. Jenni's heart thrummed with anticipation as she pushed her foot forward again, sliding it between his parted lips.
"No more snores or even breathing for you," she whispered malevolently, leaning in close enough for him to feel the warmth of her breath on his skin. With a devious gleam in her eye, she pressed her other foot against his mouth, blocking off his nostrils and forcing him to breathe in through the foot that was now wedged in his mouth.
As she watched his face turn red with exertion, Jenni couldn't help but savor the power she held over him. She played with him for a few moments, lifting her foot away and then slamming it back down again, watching as he struggled to keep up with her erratic movements.
Finally, when she was certain he was completely exhausted, she lifted her foot from his mouth and placed it firmly on his neck. "Now, don't you dare snore," she warned, her voice low and menacing. "Because if you do, this is where your next breath is coming from."
With that, she tightened her grip on his throat, squeezing gently at first and then more firmly as she watched his eyes bulge in fear. He tried to plead with her, but all that came out was a muffled whimpering sound. Jenni smiled cruelly, reveling in the power she held over him.
As the minutes ticked by and the slave remained silent, Jenni began to relax her grip. She pulled her foot away from his neck, and he sucked in a deep, shuddering breath. "That's better," she purred, smirking as she stood up and smoothed out her skirt. "Now go back to sleep, and don't let me catch you snoring again."
With that, she turned her back on him and walked back to her bed, leaving the exhausted slave to pick up the pieces of his broken will. As she drifted off to sleep, Jenni couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the way she'd brought him to his knees. After all, it was a small price to pay for a good night's rest.
