Diabolic Lime - Footjob and CBT

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Diabolic Lime - Footjob and CBT

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Footjob and CBT

*Title H2: A Tale of Worship and Feet*



*Title H3: The Diabolic Footjob*



The air was thick with anticipation as he knelt before her, his eyes locked on her towering figure. She stood above him, her long legs stretching into the distance like a colossus, a goddess of her own making. He could feel the warmth emanating from her feet, her toes curling in anticipation of what was to come.



*Paragraph 1: The Setup*



She was clad in a sheer, skin-tight bodysuit that hugged every inch of her perfect form. The material shimmered in the low light, casting an ethereal glow about her. Her dark hair fell in waves down her back, framing her face perfectly. As she turned to face him, he could see the smirk playing at her lips—a mixture of amusement and power.



*Paragraph 2: The Request*



"Worship me," she commanded, her voice a soft rumble that seemed to echo through the room. Without hesitation, he lowered his head, pressing his lips against the soft skin of her foot. The scent of her perfume filled his nostrils, intoxicating him further. She let out a soft moan, her toes curling tighter around his head.



*Paragraph 3: The Torment*



She began to slowly grind her foot against his face, her heel digging into his cheek. Each movement sent shivers down his spine as he felt himself being brought closer to the edge of pleasure and pain. He gasped for air, his hands clutching at her legs in a desperate attempt to escape her assault.



*Paragraph 4: The Release*



Suddenly, she lifted her foot away from his face, leaving him gasping for breath. He looked up at her, pleading with his eyes for more. She smiled, a wicked gleam in her eye. "You'll have to work harder if you want more," she purred, her voice like velvet. With that, she lowered her foot back onto his face, grinding her heel into his cheekbone.



*Paragraph 5: The Climax*



He felt himself being pushed to his limits, the sensation of her foot on his face driving him wild. He could feel the precum dripping from his cock, eager to please her. As he reached out with one hand, she slapped it away, her grip on his hair tightening. He moaned in submission, his cock twitching with anticipation.



*Paragraph 6: The Finale*



With one final thrust, she plunged her foot deep into his mouth, her toes massaging the roof of his mouth. He felt his orgasm build, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through his body. He came hard, his seed spurting out across the floor as he convulsed beneath her feet. She withdrew her foot, stepping back to admire her handiwork. He lay there panting, his eyes locked on hers, unable to look away.



"That," she said, her voice low and sultry, "was a footjob to remember."

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