Christy Berrie - BLACKMAILED FOOT SLAVE
A Slave to His Mistress's Feet
Christy's Dominance Over Her Blackmailed Foot Slave
The room was sweltering, the air thick with anticipation and submission. A man knelt before Christy Berrie, his eyes locked on her feet, inches from his face. He could feel the warmth radiating off them as she shifted her weight, her soft skin brushing against his cheeks.
"Tell me," she purred, her voice echoing in the small space. "Do you enjoy being my foot slave?"
His mouth moved involuntarily as he tasted the faint scent of her perfume on her toes. "No, Mistress," he whispered, his voice hoarse from the humiliation. "I hate it."
A smile spread across her face, and she leaned down closer. "But you're still hard, aren't you?"
He couldn't deny it; the heat between his legs was growing despite his hatred for this degrading position. She knew exactly how to control him, how to make him feel small and powerless. It was a feeling he had grown accustomed to since she had blackmailed him into being her foot slave.
"Now," she said, straightening up and stepping away. "Show me how devoted you are."
He didn't hesitate. His tongue darted out, tracing the outline of her pantyhose-clad toes as he slipped them into his mouth. She watched, her eyes glinting with satisfaction, as he lapped at her feet like a hungry dog.
"That's it, baby," she cooed, running her fingers through his hair. "You're such a good foot bitch. But remember, you're mine, and I own every dirty secret that could destroy your life in seconds."
Her words sent shivers down his spine. He hated her, but he couldn't deny the thrill he got from pleasing her. Being her foot slave was all he knew now, and he was determined to make her proud. As he continued to worship at her feet, he knew that he was trapped in a twisted game of power and submission, and there was no escape.
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