Your Soft Body Is Perfect For My Soft Soles
Avery Blue was in her element, her royal feet perfectly positioned on top of the slave's chest. She couldn't help but admire the sight of her soft pink soles in the air, the perfect complement to her elegant French lingerie attire. Her eyes flickered over her phone screen as she scrolled through social media updates, ignoring the panting beneath her. She was a goddess, after all, and deserved to be worshipped.
The scent of his suave cologne wafted up to her nose, and she couldn't help but wrinkle it in disgust. This pathetic mortal, unable to appreciate the beauty of her feet. It was his duty to worship them, to adore every inch of her perfect soles. After all, they were far too delicate for him to touch, let alone see in person.
Avery let out a contented sigh as she shifted her weight onto the slave's throat, feeling the gentle crunch of the bones beneath her feet. She wasn't going to completely ignore him, after all. She needed him for other purposes too. Like when she wanted to feel the coolness of the floor against her skin, or when she simply wanted a break from standing on him.
"Stand up, slave," she commanded, her voice a soft melody that belied the harshness of her words. The slave obeyed instantly, his back arching in reverence as he pushed himself to his feet. Avery stepped off him, her soft soles pressing against his chest as she took a moment to adjust her high heels.
"Now, kneel down and kiss my feet," she commanded, her eyes never leaving her phone screen. The slave hesitated for a moment, his heart racing in anticipation of her wrath. But he knew better than to disobey. He dropped to his knees and pressed his lips against her soles, inhaling her sweet scent as he did so.
"That's a good slave," Avery purred, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. She placed her phone on the coffee table beside her, taking a moment to admire the view of her feet reflected in the shiny top. It was truly a testament to her beauty.
As she sat back on the couch, her legs folded gracefully beneath her, the slave couldn't help but wonder what she would do next. He knew that he was at her mercy, that his every move was dictated by her whims. But somehow, he found solace in the fact that he was allowed to worship her soft soles. It was a small price to pay for the chance to be near her.
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