Mistress Pomf - Desk Foot Slave - Trampled, Pedaled, and Teased

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Mistress Pomf - Desk Foot Slave - Trampled, Pedaled, and Teased

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Desk Foot Slave - Trampled, Pedaled, and Teased

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As Mistress Pomf settles down at her desk, her attention immediately shifts to the foot slave crawling beneath her. The scent of fear and submission wafts upwards, tantalizing her senses as he positions himself perfectly to worship her naked heels. She smirks down at him, enjoying the power she holds over this pathetic creature.



"Oh, look at this one," she muses, running her fingers along the arch of her foot. "He actually thinks these are 'gorgeous.' It's almost cute."



Her words are a cold slap of reality for the slave, who trembles in anticipation of her next command. She leans back in her chair, indulging in the feeling of control as she slowly begins to shift her weight onto his shoulders.



"Oh, and don't forget to clean the bottoms of my heels," she says with a wicked grin. "They've been all over the Upper East Side, you know."



The slave nods frantically, eager to please his Mistress. His tongue darts out to lick the soft leather, cleaning it with fevered intensity. As he works, he can feel the heat of her body pressing down on him, making it difficult to breathe.



"Keep licking," she purred, "Make them shine even more for me."



Her words were like a caress, sending shivers down his spine. He redoubled his efforts, using every ounce of strength to please her. Meanwhile, Mistress Pomf continued with her work, completely oblivious to the slave's struggles beneath her.



"Oh, look at that," she said, pointing at a piece of paper on her desk. "It seems we have some filing to do. Let's see if you're up for the task."



Without warning, she kicked out her foot, sending the slave tumbling backwards. He landed with a thud against the wall, gasping for air as he tried to catch his bearings.



"That's more like it," she said, picking up a file and beginning to work. "Now, no talking, remember?"



The slave nodded, his mind reeling from the sudden shift in her mood. He watched as she worked, her long legs stretched out before him like a temptation he could never hope to attain. As the minutes ticked by, he began to feel a familiar tugging in his groin.



"Oh, and don't you dare come," she warned, noticing his growing arousal. "I'd rather step on your balls than deal with your pathetic cum."



The slave trembled, his cock throbbing in anticipation of her next move. As he watched her work, he couldn't help but feel a strange mix of fear, pleasure, and submission. It was a heady cocktail, one that kept him coming back for more, no matter how much she tormented him.

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