As he knelt before her, his heart pounded uncontrollably in his chest. He hadn't seen her in six long months, and in that time, he had become little more than a shell of a man. His mind had been consumed with thoughts of her perfect feet, her teasing words, and the all-consuming desire that she had awakened within him.
Suddenly, she appeared before him. Her long, silken hair cascaded down her back, and her deep brown eyes seemed to penetrate straight through him. Without a word, she placed her bare feet just out of reach, taunting him with their sheer proximity. He couldn't help but nervously lick his lips, his gaze never leaving her mesmerizing feet.
"I warned you, dog," she said, her voice cold and hard. "Six months of total ignorance - not a glance, not a word, not the slightest trace of my perfect feet. You've wallowed in despair like an abandoned creature, and today, you're going to earn every second of my presence."
As she spoke, his body trembled with anticipation and fear. He knew that this was his last chance to prove himself to her, to beg for her forgiveness, and to beg for the opportunity to worship her feet once again.
"Please, mistress," he pleaded, his voice breaking. "Please let me kiss your feet, please let me feel your soft skin against mine."
She paused for a moment, considering his request. His heart hammered in his chest as he waited for her response. Finally, she relented, slowly lowering her feet towards him. He closed his eyes, savoring the sensation of her toes brushing against his lips. He kissed each of her toes, his lips lingering on the soft, supple skin.
"That's better, dog," she said, her voice softening slightly. "Now, you will suffer for your sins."
Without warning, she lifted her feet off the ground, leaving him gasping for air. As she teased him, he felt his cock begin to harden, despite the pain he was experiencing. His desire for her was too strong, too all-consuming. He was hers, body and soul.
She lowered her feet again, this time placing them firmly on his throbbing erection. He groaned in pain, but also in pleasure. Every movement of her feet against his shaft sent waves of pleasure coursing through him. He was hers to command, hers to please.
"You pathetic creature," she said, her voice full of disdain. "You love my domination so much that you'd beg me to continue."
And beg he did. He pleaded with her, promising anything, everything, just to feel her feet against him once again. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she placed her bare feet on his face, her toes grazing against his lips.
"Now, you may have the honor of tasting my feet," she said, her voice softening.
He eagerly lapped at her feet, savoring the taste of her skin. He kissed each of her toes, his lips lingering on the sole of her foot. He was hers, completely and utterly.
As he continued to worship her feet, he knew that this was the price he had to pay for desire. It was a price he was more than willing to pay, for the opportunity to be close to her once again. He was hers, and he would do anything to remain at her feet.
