Miss Betsy - Slave licks spit off of my feet while he worships them

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Miss Betsy - Slave licks spit off of my feet while he worships them

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Slave licks spit off of my feet while he worships them

As the sound of gentle waves lapped against the shore, Miss Betsy lay back on her chaise lounge, her towering figure casting a long shadow over the beach. She closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of the sun on her skin and the cool breeze tickling her toes. Her slave, kneeling at her feet, watched her intently, his gaze fixed on the soles of her feet covered in soft, white sand.



Miss Betsy sighed contentedly, feeling the weight of his adoration washing over her. She stretched her legs out before her, inviting him to get closer. Slowly, he crawled towards her, his tongue darting out to taste the sweet, salty mix of sweat and sunscreen that coated her skin.



As he reached her feet, he looked up at her, his eyes filled with reverence. She smiled down at him, watching as he lowered his head to begin his task. His warm breath fanned across her arch, sending shivers down her spine. With a soft moan, she spread her toes, giving him better access to the spit that had accumulated on her feet.



His tongue darted out, tracing the line of her instep before dipping into the small pool of saliva. She felt it slide down her heel and pool at the bottom of her foot. He lapped it up eagerly, his eyes never leaving hers as he showed his devotion.



Miss Betsy's heart swelled with pride at his dedication to her every whim. This was the ultimate power trip—having someone so completely under her control that they would willingly submit to her every desire. As he finished cleaning her feet, he looked up at her once more, his eyes shining with love and respect.



"Well done, my slave," she purred, reaching down to stroke his hair. "You may rest now, for you have pleased your mistress."



With that, she closed her eyes again, letting the warmth of the sun and the adoration of her slave wash over her. He remained kneeling at her feet, his head resting on her toes, content in the knowledge that he had pleased his queen.

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