Boss Girls - Mistress Anfisa - boot licking instructions - small version

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Boss Girls - Mistress Anfisa - boot licking instructions - small version

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Mistress Anfisa - boot licking instructions - small version

As Mistress Anfisa sashays into the room, her presence commands attention. Her boots are the centerpiece of her dominance, and they demand respect. She calls for her slave to approach her, their eyes locking in an intense gaze that speaks volumes. The air is thick with anticipation as the slave nervously approaches his Mistress.



With a flick of her wrist, she gestures for him to kneel before her. His heart races as he obeys, his eyes never leaving her powerful form. She smirks, enjoying the submissive position of her slave. She points at her boots, her finger leaving a trail of desire in the air.



"Kiss them," she commands, her voice like velvet over steel. The slave can hardly contain himself; his mouth watering at the thought of tasting her boots. He leans in, his lips grazing the smooth leather. A shiver runs down his spine as he feels the warmth of her breath against his skin.



Mistress Anfisa watches closely, her eyes boring into his soul. She wants more than just a simple kiss; she wants devotion and passion. The slave hesitates, unsure if he can give her what she desires. But she will not be denied.



"Do it!" she growls, her voice echoing off the walls. The slave closes his eyes, taking a deep breath. He presses his lips against the boots, savoring the taste of leather and power that fills his senses. His tongue darts out, tracing the contours of the boots.



Mistress Anfisa's eyes widen in surprise. She hadn't expected such devotion from her slave. A slow, evil grin spreads across her face as she realizes she has pushed him too far. With a wave of her hand, she dismisses him.



The slave hesitates, not sure if he's done something wrong. But Mistress Anfisa only laughs, her eyes glinting with amusement. She leans back in her chair, crossing one leg over the other.



"You may stand," she says finally, her voice barely above a whisper. The slave stands up, his knees wobbling with relief. He looks at Mistress Anfisa, waiting for her next command. She smirks, knowing that he is completely under her control.



"Good boy," she purrs, running a finger down his cheek. The slave shivers again, his heart racing. He knows that he has pleased his Mistress, and that's all that matters. As he watches her walk away, he can't help but wonder what she will ask of him next.

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