ANGELINA - A Beautiful Sadist with a Thirst for Power
Pressing Her Feet Against My Face
Angelina strutted into the room, her long legs carrying her gracefully. She was tall and statuesque, every inch of her exuding confidence and dominance. As she approached me, I couldn't help but feel a mix of fear and excitement at the prospect of submitting to her.
I stood up to greet her, trying to appear as polite and charming as possible. "Hello, Angelina," I said, offering her my hand. "I'm your new submissive." My words were met with a cold glare from the mistress before her, as she quickly retorted: "I can see that. But let me make one thing clear: I'm not here to be your friend or your lover. I'm here to make you my bitch."
My heart sank at her words, but I couldn't deny the rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins. This was what I had been craving - a powerful mistress who would take control of me completely. And Angelina was just the woman for the job.
The Sadistic Beauty's Foot Smothering Game
Without further hesitation, Angelina launched into her sadistic game. She began by kicking me hard in the face, her pointed heels leaving painful marks on my skin. Then, she pressed one of her perfect feet against my face, pinning me down and making it impossible for me to breathe.
As she stood there, her full weight bearing down on me, I could feel my blood pumping faster and faster. It was both terrifying and exhilarating, knowing that this beautiful creature had complete control over my body and my senses.
She continued to smother me with her feet, alternating between pressing her heel against my nose and rubbing her toes against my lips. I tried to resist, but it was no use. She was too strong, too dominant. I belonged to her now.
Submitting to Angelina's Brutal Pleasure
I could feel myself starting to lose control as she lifted me off the ground by my neck, her long legs locking mine in place. She was in full control now, and there was nothing I could do but submit to her every whim.
She placed me against the couch, positioning my head at her feet once more. "This is where you belong," she hissed, as she pressed her foot hard against my face once more. "You're nothing but my plaything, my bitch. And I'm going to enjoy every second of using you."
As she continued to smother me with her feet, I couldn't help but feel a strange mix of pleasure and pain coursing through my body. It was a sensation like no other, and I knew that I was addicted to it. To her. To the power and the pain that she so effortlessly commanded.
I had never submitted so fully to another person before, but with Angelina, it felt right. It felt like I was finally living out my deepest desires, even if they were twisted and taboo. And as long as she was willing to dominate me, I would gladly let her.