Wegotthefeet - PATHETIC ASS FOOTBOY VOL 12 PART 2

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PATHETIC ASS FOOTBOY VOL 12 PART 2

CHAPTER 1: THE RULES OF THE GAME



In a dimly lit room, the air was thick with anticipation and the scent of sweat. The giantess, Anna, towered over everyone, her stomach grumbling as she gazed down at the pathetic ass-licking footboy at her feet. He was on his knees, trembling in fear but also excitement, knowing that this was his moment to shine. Or maybe just to be trampled on and used as a human toilet.



Anna looked down at the clipboard in her hand, reading aloud from it. "Rule number one: you will refer to me as 'Goddess' at all times. Is that clear?" She snapped her fingers, commanding his attention.



The footboy nodded quickly, his mouth watering as he thought about tasting her divine feet. "Yes, Goddess," he whispered.



Anna smiled, her full lips curling up in a cruel smile. "Good boy," she purred, running her tongue across her teeth before leaning down to whisper in his ear. "Now, get ready to worship my feet properly."



CHAPTER 2: THE FEAST BEGINS



The goddess lifted her massive feet off the ground, presenting them to her obedient footboy. He stared at them in awe, taking in the sight of her perfect, pale soles and her perfectly manicured toenails. He couldn't believe he was about to taste them, that he was about to become a part of her world.



Anna watched with amusement as the footboy hesitated, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. "Go on," she urged, her voice like honey dripping from a spoon. "Don't make me wait any longer."



Slowly, the footboy leaned forward, pressing his face against her feet. He inhaled deeply, taking in the sweet scent of her skin and the slightly sour undertone of sweat. Then, without further hesitation, he began his worship: kissing, licking, and sucking on her toes like they were the sweetest treats he'd ever tasted.



CHAPTER 3: THE PLEASURE OF SUBMISSION



Anna watched with satisfaction as the footboy worked his way up her legs, his tongue tracing the curves of her calves and ankles. She could feel the power that surged through her veins, the thrill of dominance and control that she held over this pathetic human being.



As he reached her knees, she grabbed his hair roughly, pulling him closer to her. "You like pleasing me, don't you?" she growled, her breath hot against his ear.



The footboy could only nod, his heartbeat racing as he felt her thighs shake with laughter. "Good boy," she purred again, letting go of his hair and allowing him to continue his worship.



CHAPTER 4: THE CLIMB TO THE THRONE



With renewed determination, the footboy pushed himself further up Anna's body, his lips now brushing against the tender flesh of her inner thighs. He could feel the heat rising between his legs, the intense desire to please his mistress driving him to new heights of devotion.



Anna watched with amusement as the footboy struggled to climb higher, his fingers digging into her skin as he tried to gain purchase. She knew that the closer he got to her womanhood, the more desperate he would become, the more he would beg for her approval.



And she was right. As the footboy reached the final stretch, he looked up at her with pleading eyes, his voice little more than a whisper. "Please, Goddess," he begged. "Let me please you."



CHAPTER 5: THE REWARD OF OBEDIENCE



Anna smiled, her gaze softening just a little as she looked down at the pathetic creature who had become her footboy. "Very well," she said, reaching down to guide him the rest of the way up her body.



As he reached his goal, the footboy could barely contain his excitement. His tongue darted out, eager to taste her most intimate places, as he pressed his face against her moist folds. And then, with a sigh of satisfaction, Anna allowed him to continue his worship, feeling the warmth of his tongue on her skin and the power of her control over this helpless human.



In that moment, the footboy knew that he had found his true purpose in life: to please his Goddess, to be her footstool and her plaything, to be trampled on and used as she saw fit. And he knew that no matter how pathetic he might be, he would never stop worshipping her.

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