Spoiled Mean Mylf's - After work duties, Shrunken footslave Step-Son Part 4- UHD 4k

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Spoiled Mean Mylf's - After work duties, Shrunken footslave Step-Son Part 4- UHD 4k

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After work duties, Shrunken footslave Step-Son Part 4- UHD 4k

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As the sun set, Victoria returned home from a grueling day at work. Her heels clicking against the hardwood floor, she couldn't wait to kick off her shoes and relax. Little did she know, her shrunken step-son was eagerly waiting for her, hidden in one of her pumps.



She tossed the pump aside, revealing a tiny figure clad in black shorts and a t-shirt that read "Property of Mylf." Shrunken to be her personal foot slave, he scurried over to give her a foot rub after a long day of service.



"You're so small now," she mused, running a finger along his tiny form. "But you'll always be under my feet, won't you?" There was a twinge of excitement in her voice as she realized the power dynamic at play.



Victoria leaned back on the couch, her feet propped up on the coffee table. The smell of sweat and dirt emanated from her work shoes, but that only turned her on more. "Clean them," she commanded, her voice low and authoritative.



The shrunken figure nodded frantically, knowing what was at stake. He crawled up to the edge of the table, trying to reach his mistress's feet. With a sigh of resignation, he buried his face in the soft leather of her shoes, breathing in the unique scent that now held him captive.



For hours, he worked tirelessly, using his tiny hands to scrub away the dirt and grime that had accumulated over the course of the day. The smell intensified as he worked, but he didn't mind. It was a reminder of his place in the world, and he was content to serve his mistress for as long as she desired.



As the night wore on, Victoria grew more demanding. She wanted her shoes polished, her toenails painted, and her feet massaged until they were ready to fall off. The shrunken figure did as he was told, never once complaining or showing signs of fatigue.



Finally, when the sun began to rise, Victoria declared that she had had enough. She reached down and scooped up the tiny figure, taking him to his bed. "Tomorrow," she whispered, her hot breath tickling his ear. "Tomorrow, you'll see just how much I can ask of you."



And with that, she disappeared, leaving the shrunken figure to wonder what horrors awaited him in the coming days. All he knew was that he was hers, body and soul, and he would do anything to please his mistress, no matter how demeaning or humiliating the task might be.

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