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David's Feet, My Only Salvation

Submission to the Supreme Master

As the scent of sweat and dirty sock filled the air, my gaze drifted towards the man who held my destiny in his hands. He was Master David, the one who commanded my obedience and devotion. His feet were caked with dirt and grime, a testament to his dominance over the world around him. And it was my duty to cleanse them, to show my unwavering loyalty.

With a nod from Master David, I knelt before him, my heart racing in anticipation. His feet were huge, like mountains towering above me. I could hear my own breathing grow heavier as I leaned in closer, my face just inches away from his toes. The sweat on his skin mixed with the scent of his feet, creating an intoxicating aroma that made my head spin.

My tongue darted out, tracing the lines of dirt on his feet. I could feel his power radiating off of him, a force that threatened to consume me if I wasn't careful. But I was addicted to this feeling, this submission. I lapped up the dirt like a hungry dog, my eyes never leaving his feet.

As I worked, I could feel Master David's cock growing harder against his pants. He was teasing me, tormenting me with his every movement. I could feel the heat emanating from his groin, a warning of what was to come. And yet, I couldn't help but crave more of his punishment, his domination.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Master David's feet were clean. I looked up at him, my eyes shining with admiration and lust. He was the ultimate symbol of power and control, and I was his willing slave.

With a single command, Master David told me to stand and face the wall. I did as I was told, my heart beating wildly in my chest. I could feel his hot cum splattering against my back, a reminder of my place in his world. And then, he was finished.

I slowly turned around, my eyes meeting his. He was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling with every breath. And there, on his feet, was a testament to our encounter - a glistening puddle of his cum, a symbol of our twisted bond.

Without a word, I knelt before him once again, my tongue ready to cleanse his feet of any remaining traces of our encounter. He was my master, my rock in a world of chaos. And I would do anything to please him, to earn his approval.

As I worked, I couldn't help but wonder what other acts of devotion he would demand of me. The thought both terrified and aroused me, but I knew one thing for certain - David's feet would always be my only salvation.

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