My Masters Feet - Kenza's Initiation, part 2 (wmv)

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My Masters Feet - Kenza's Initiation, part 2 (wmv)

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A/N: This is a work of fiction. All characters and events are fictional and any resemblance to real persons or events is purely coincidental.

Kenza's Initiation: A Tale of Power and Submission

Part 2: The Ultimate Challenge

As Kenza knelt before Myra, her heart raced with anticipation. She could feel the warmth of Myra's feet against her cheek, the scent of her perfume filling her nostrils. She knew that this was the ultimate test of her devotion and dedication to her mistress's feet.

Myra's feet were perfect, flawless even. The toes were long and elegant, the soles smooth and supple. Kenza worshipped them, kissing them, massaging them, always seeking more of her mistress's divine touch.

But now, Myra had challenged her further. "Kenza," she commanded, "lick my arches."

Kenza hesitated for a moment, uncertain if she was ready for this next step. Her mistress's arches were sensitive, and she didn't want to displease her. But as she felt the gentle pressure of Myra's foot against her forehead, urging her on, she steeled herself and leaned in.

She traced her tongue along the delicate arch of Myra's foot, feeling the softness of the skin against her tongue. She moved slowly, deliberately, savoring every moment of this intimate act of submission.

As she licked and kissed her mistress's arches, she could feel Myra's feet tremble slightly. It was a sign of pleasure and approval, and it emboldened Kenza to continue. She lavished more attention on the sensitive area, using her hands to caress and massage Myra's feet as she worshipped them.

Myra watched with a mixture of pride and desire as Kenza knelt before her. She could feel the warmth of her feet coursing through her body, the tingling sensation spreading outwards from her toes. It was an intoxicating feeling, knowing that she had complete control over this beautiful, submissive woman.

With a satisfied sigh, Myra leaned back in her chair, letting out a contented moan as Kenza's tongue danced across her arches. She closed her eyes, savoring the sensation and the power it brought her. For in that moment, Kenza's obedience was all that mattered.

As the minutes passed, Kenza continued to please her mistress, moving from arch to heel and back again. She could feel Myra's feet twitch with pleasure, and it only fueled her own desires. She wanted nothing more than to make Myra happy, to show her mistress just how devoted she truly was.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Myra spoke again. "You have pleased me, Kenza," she said softly. "Now stand and face me."

Kenza rose slowly, her knees shaking with the intensity of her emotions. She stood before Myra, head bowed in submission, waiting for her next command.

"You are a good foot slave, Kenza," Myra said, her voice echoing through the room. "But remember, your devotion to my feet is all that matters. Never forget that."

With that, Myra dismissed Kenza, leaving her kneeling in the dust. But even as she felt the sting of the dirt against her skin, Kenza knew that she would do anything for her mistress, for she was the embodiment of power and submission, and her feet were the only thing that truly mattered.

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