- House Guest Needs To Learn Some Manners - 4k UHD 2160p - MOV - KingMarti
The house was a mess. Every room stank of neglect and disorder. It was clear that the houseguest had been slacking off, leaving their responsibilities to the wind. This infuriated their host, Marti—a successful businesswoman with high standards. She had enough of their laziness and decided to take matters into her own hands.
One day, as Marti returned home from work, she found the houseguest lounging on the couch, flipping through the TV channels. She marched over to them, her heels clicking an ominous rhythm on the hardwood floor. Without a word, she grabbed the remote control and snapped it in half over her knee.
The houseguest's eyes went wide with shock and fear. They knew they had crossed a line, but they never expected such a harsh punishment. Marti leaned in close, her cold breath tickling their ear as she spoke in a low, menacing tone.
"You're going to learn some manners around here, my little slacker," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "And the first lesson starts now."
Without further warning, Marti grabbed the houseguest by the collar and dragged them to the kitchen. She pushed them down onto their knees, their eyes wide with horror as they realized what was about to happen.
"Now," she said, her voice echoing off the cold, sterile walls, "it's time for you to show some gratitude."
She lifted her foot, placing it squarely in front of the trembling houseguest's face. The smell of sweat and leather filled the air as they hesitated, their mind reeling with confusion and fear. But Marti wouldn't accept anything less than complete obedience.
"Kiss my foot," she commanded, her voice cold and unyielding. "And don't you dare try to stand up until I say so."
The houseguest hesitated for a moment longer before leaning in, pressing their lips against Marti's sweaty foot. They felt her foot move against their lips, demanding more. They opened their mouth, taking in the musky scent of her foot as they began to suck and lick.
Marti watched with satisfaction as the houseguest's resistance crumbled under her control. She was in charge now, and they would learn that lesson well. She leaned back against the kitchen counter, enjoying the sight of their obedience.
"That's a good boy," she purred, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Now, show me how much you appreciate this opportunity."
The houseguest continued to worship her foot, their tongue darting out to lick every inch of her skin. Marti watched with a mix of pleasure and amusement, knowing that she had complete power over this pathetic creature.
As she felt her climax approaching, Marti reached down and grabbed the houseguest's hair, pulling their head up to meet her gaze. The look in their eyes was one of fear and submission, and it filled Marti with a sense of power that she hadn't felt in years.
"You're so eager to please," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "But remember, this is just the beginning. From now on, you'll do anything I say, or you'll be out on your ass."
With that, she pushed the trembling houseguest away, their body shaking with the aftermath of their intense encounter. Marti watched with satisfaction as they scrambled to their feet, their eyes never leaving hers. She knew that they were terrified, but that only made her feel more in control.
From that day forward, Marti ruled with an iron fist. Every aspect of the houseguest's life was dictated by her whims, and they learned to obey without question. It was a twisted tale of power and submission, one that left both parties changed forever.