Worship Goddess Vicky And Friends stared at the screen of her iPad, a small smile forming on her lips as she browsed through the day's emails. It had been a long day of walking in heels, attending meetings, and mingling with her subjects. Her feet ached, and she longed for someone to tend to them. She turned to the eager man kneeling before her, his eyes locked on her feet in anticipation.
"Come here, you pathetic foot bitch," she commanded, not even looking up from her screen.
The man hurried over, his heart racing with excitement. She looked up at him, her eyes cold and unimpressed. She waved her hand dismissively, indicating for him to remove her heels. He did so quickly, not daring to upset her further.
"Now, start massaging," she ordered, leaning back in her chair.
The man began to massage her feet, his hands kneading her flesh, trying to soothe the pain she felt. He was careful not to press too hard, but it seemed like he was moving too slowly for her liking.
"Too soft," she snapped, not even looking up from her screen. "Remember, I like it rough."
The man hesitated, not wanting to displease her. He massaged her feet harder, his hands feeling the tension in her muscles begin to ease. However, he pressed too hard, and she let out a cry of pain.
"Ouch!" she exclaimed, looking up at him with fire in her eyes. "Did you forget your place, foot bitch?"
The man shook his head quickly, his face flushing with shame. "No, Goddess," he whispered.
She watched as he tried to apologize, his words barely audible. She stood up, towering over him, her heels clicking against the floor. She grabbed his face in her hands and pushed her foot against his lips. He opened his mouth obediently, taking in her foot as she instructed.
"My, my. You really are a pathetic excuse for a man," she said mockingly, watching as he struggled to keep her foot in his mouth. "I think it's time for some punishment."
With that, she began to use his face, mouth, tongue, and throat to punish him. She slapped him lightly, causing him to gag on her foot. She pushed her foot deeper into his throat, making him choke and gasp for air. She laughed heartily at his struggles, enjoying the power she held over him.
After what seemed like an eternity, she pulled her foot away from his mouth. He lay there, panting heavily, his face flushed and damp with sweat. She looked down at him disdainfully before turning back to her iPad.
"Finish your work, foot bitch," she commanded, her voice dripping with contempt. "And remember, next time you'll be punished even harder."
The man nodded weakly, his heart still racing from the punishment she had just inflicted upon him. He knew that he was at her mercy, and that she could make him suffer even more if she wanted to. As he continued to massage her feet, he couldn't help but wonder what else she had in store for him.
