Teddy Worshiped
The room was filled with an intense electricity that crackled between the two of us. Teddy stood before me, unsure of what was about to happen. He'd never been worshiped on his feet before, but there was something about the way I looked at him that made him feel like this was where he belonged.
I slowly made my way towards him, my gaze never leaving his feet. They were perfect, completely untouched by the world. I couldn't wait to taste them, to feel their softness against my tongue. Without saying a word, I knelt down at his feet and gently placed my lips on his toes.
His body tensed up at first, but as I began to suck on them, his toes curled and uncurled in pleasure. It was clear that he was enjoying this as much as I was. I moved up his feet, kissing every inch of skin, my tongue tracing every line and curve.
Teddy moaned softly, his head falling back as he surrendered to the sensation. His hands gripped the edge of the table, fingers digging into the wood as he fought to remain still. But he couldn't resist me for long; soon enough, he was writhing under my touch, begging for more.
I pulled back for a moment, my eyes meeting his. They were filled with trust and desire, and it was all I needed to know that this was where I belonged. I leaned in again, pressing my lips against his feet, and began to worship him in earnest.
I could feel his power radiating off of him, filling the room with an intoxicating energy that made my heart race. I was lost in the moment, lost in his feet, lost in the incredible rush of emotions that washed over me. And when I finally lifted my head, I knew that this was something I would never forget.