AURA: I Got You Covered
Black Beauty Returns
I am back from the hairdresser, and I love my new haircut. My hair and clothes are black, but I'm in a great and light mood to have some fun with my stupid houseslave. I walk into the living room, my heels clicking against the hardwood floor, and find him eagerly waiting for me. He's always ready to serve, even if it means being trampled under my feet.
Foot Worship and Footstool
I plop down on the couch, my leather-clad legs spread wide. He crawls over to me, his eyes fixated on my shiny black pumps. I smile evilly as he starts to worship my feet – licking, kissing, and sucking on my toes. I moan in pleasure, enjoying the way he obeys my every command.
I massage my feet on his face, watching my movie or checking my phone. My toes curl against his cheeks as I savor this moment of power. Suddenly, I remember how cold my feet are from being outside all morning. I ask him if he has any socks for me to wear. He shakes his head no, terrified of the thought of touching such precious garments.
Socks and Snuggles
I decide that I don't need socks after all – my slave's face will do just fine. I kick off my shoes, revealing my bare feet, and motion for him to get closer. He crawls towards me, his eyes brimming with anticipation. I place one foot on his chest, feeling the warmth of his breath against my soles.
I recline back into the couch, my other foot finding its way onto his face. I close my eyes, savoring the blissful feeling of being pampered. My slave continues to worship my feet, his tongue darting out to taste every inch of my skin. I could stay like this forever, basking in the adoration of my loyal footbrat.