My Masters Feet - Male feet for Cynthia, part 1

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My Masters Feet - Male feet for Cynthia, part 1

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Male feet for Cynthia, part 1

As Cynthia walked into the opulent mansion, her eyes were drawn to the towering marble staircase. The curtains were drawn, casting an ethereal glow over the room. She swallowed nervously, feeling the butterflies in her stomach as she reached for the hem of her dress and tugged it down slightly, exposing her lacy black lingerie beneath.



Her heels clicked against the hardwood floor as she ascended the stairs, each step taking her closer to her appointment with the mysterious mistress of the house. The air grew thick with anticipation, and she could almost taste the power that radiated from the top of the stairs.



Finally, she reached the landing, where a pair of towering feet emerged from behind a door. Cynthia's heart raced as she recognized the familiar scent of expensive perfume and leather. The door slowly opened, revealing a woman tall enough to make Cynthia feel tiny in comparison.



"Come in, Cynthia," the woman's deep voice rumbled. "I've been looking forward to meeting you."



Cynthia stepped inside, her gaze fixed on the pair of towering stilettos that seemed to touch the ceiling. She swallowed nervously, feeling the heat of embarrassment wash over her as she realized that she was going to be serving this woman's feet.



"You're even prettier than I imagined," the woman said, her gaze sweeping over Cynthia's exposed body. "And you've dressed so beautifully for our little appointment."



Slowly, the woman unzipped her dress, revealing a pair of perfectly manicured toes that wiggled invitingly. "Why don't you come closer, sweetheart?" she purred. "I think you know what I want you to do."



As Cynthia inched closer, her heart pounding in her chest, she could feel the woman's presence looming over her. This was it—the moment she had been waiting for. She kneeled before the towering figure, her eyes never leaving the tempting mound of soft flesh that rose before her.



"That's it, baby," the woman murmured, her voice like velvet. "Show me how much you love my feet."



With trembling hands, Cynthia reached out and wrapped her fingers around one of the woman's ankles, drawing it closer to her face. She inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of expensive perfume and leather as she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against the soft skin of the woman's foot.

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