My Masters Feet - Aina's Initiation, part 1 (wmv)
Aina's Initiation, Part 1: The Submissive's Journey Begins
In the dimly lit dungeon, Aina kneels before her Mistress, Myra, the renowned Queen of Feet. Her heart races as she gazes up at the towering Goddess, who stands clad in a dominatrix outfit that accentuates her flawless form. Myra's manicured toes brush against Aina's cheek, sending shivers down her spine.
"Are you ready to surrender yourself to me, Aina?" Myra's voice booms through the room, echoing off the cold stone walls.
Aina swallows hard, her mouth suddenly dry. "Yes, Mistress," she whispers, her voice barely audible amidst the silence that permeates the chamber.
Myra smirks down at her newest submissive, taking in the trembling anticipation that radiates from every inch of Aina's body. With a commanding gesture, Myra steps out of view, leaving Aina alone in the darkness.
The Waiting Game
Minutes tick by as Aina remains kneeling on the hard floor, her mind racing with thoughts of what might come next. She can feel her Mistress's presence looming over her, an intangible weight that presses down upon her shoulders. Sweat beads along her forehead, and yet she dares not move from her submissive position.
Suddenly, footsteps echo through the room. Aina's heart leaps into her throat as she prepares for whatever may come. The footsteps grow louder, closer, until finally, a pair of towering stilettos comes into view. Aina's eyes widen in awe as she gazes up at the impossibly long legs that belong to her Mistress.
"Get up, slave," Myra's voice commands. Aina obeys without hesitation, rising to her feet and standing before her Mistress with her head bowed in submission.
The Ultimate Test
Without warning, Myra steps forward and presses her foot against Aina's chest, pushing her back against the cold stone wall. Aina gasps for air, feeling the power and dominance emanating from her Mistress's foot.
"You will worship my feet, Aina," Myra declares, her voice ringing with authority. "You will kiss them, lick them, and adore them as if they were your very own Gods."
Aina nods her head in agreement, her eyes never leaving Myra's feet. She takes a deep breath and reaches up, grasping one of Myra's ankles in her hands. With a soft moan, she presses her lips against the leather stiletto, tasting the sweet scent of her Mistress's perfume.
As Aina begins to kiss and worship her Mistress's foot, she feels a sense of belonging wash over her. This is where she belongs—at the feet of her Mistress, serving and adoring her with every ounce of her being.
The Reward
Hours pass as Aina remains engaged in her newfound role as a footslave. The room grows dark, and yet she remains fixated on her Mistress's feet, lost in a world of submission and devotion.
Finally, Myra withdraws her foot from Aina's grasp and places it gently on the floor. "You have served me well, Aina," she says, her voice filled with warmth and approval.
Aina looks up at her Mistress, her eyes shining with gratitude. Myra smiles down at her, a smile that promises more to come. With a soft chuckle, she turns and walks away, leaving Aina alone once again to contemplate the journey that lies ahead.
As the door clicks shut, Aina remains kneeling on the cold floor, her heart filled with a sense of purpose and belonging. She knows that this is just the beginning, and she is ready to face whatever challenges may come, as long as it means serving at the feet of her beloved Mistress.
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