Miss Untamed Femdom Fetish Clips - step-MOMMY'S Tiny Boy

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Miss Untamed Femdom Fetish Clips - step-MOMMY'S Tiny Boy

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step-MOMMY'S Tiny Boy

You've just returned from a long day of errands, your step-son's tiny form resting atop a table as always. He's your step-mother now, and you can't help but feel a twinge of excitement at the thought of him worshipping your feet. With a smile, you approach the table and pick him up, kissing his forehead gently. "Tiny boy," you coo, setting him down and taking a seat across from him. "How's my little man doing?" You run your fingers through your jeans-clad thighs, feeling the soft denim brush against your skin.

"I'm fine, step-mommy," he replies, his voice small yet filled with anticipation. You can't help but notice how he's staring at your feet, his gaze fixated on your soles. It's almost like he knows what's coming next.

"You know," you begin, leaning in closer to him, "my feet are a bit sore and probably smelly from all the walking I've done today." You can't help but tease him, watching as he squirms in anticipation.

Slowly, you reach down and place one foot on the table, resting it just in front of him. His eyes widen as he takes in the sight of your bare foot, and you can almost feel the heat radiating off of him. "What do you think, tiny boy?" you ask, arching your foot slightly. "Do you think you could help me out?"

Without waiting for an answer, you pick him up and guide him towards your foot, placing him under your toes. His heart races as he feels your warmth envelop him, his body pressed against your smooth soles. "Kiss my feet," you command, your voice taking on a new authority.

He obeys without hesitation, pressing his lips against your foot before moving up to your ankle, kissing his way up your calf. You can't help but watch, a small smile playing at the corners of your lips. This is power, you think to yourself. This is what it feels like to have someone completely devoted to you and your desires.

As he makes his way back up towards your foot, you grab a roll of tape and begin to secure him in place. His eyes widen as he feels the tape press against his skin, but he doesn't protest. Instead, he watches as you tape his tiny body to your flip flop, trapping him under your toes.

"There we go," you say softly, smiling down at him. "Now you can start the rest of your new life under my feet." With that, you stand up and head for the door, leaving him there, taped to your flip flop, his world forever changed by the power of your feet.

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