Femdomsquad Video Store - fter the day at the mall, the slave will lick my heels and feet ( Foot Domination Session with Lady Adriana ) - 640p wmv

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fter the day at the mall, the slave will lick my heels and feet ( Foot Domination Session with Lady Adriana ) - 640p wmv

Lady Adriana strutted confidently through the mall, her high heels clacking against the tiled floor. She had a specific vision for her hobby room in the basement and was determined to find all the necessary items. The slave followed closely behind, his eyes fixed on her shapely legs encased in sheer nylons.



As they arrived home, Lady Adriana commanded the slave to kneel before her, his back bent in submission. She watched with delight as he eagerly anticipated the task ahead - cleaning her feet after a long day of shopping. Slowly, she removed her shoes, one by one, revealing her soft, smooth soles covered in a fine layer of dust.



In a commanding voice, she instructed him to start with the heels, his tongue darting out to wet them before he began cleaning. The smell of her perfume mingled with the taste of sweat and leather, sending shivers down his spine. As he worked his way up her calves and over her toes, he could feel her power radiating off her.



With each swipe of his tongue, he could feel her control over him growing stronger. It was both exhilarating and terrifying, but he couldn't deny the rush of pleasure that coursed through him at her every command.



Finally, he reached the top of her feet, his nose pressed against her skin as he inhaled her scent. "Well done, slave," she purred, running her fingers through his hair. "Now, prepare yourself for your final task."



As she rose to her full height, towering above him, the slave could feel a wave of fear wash over him. But it was replaced almost instantly by desire as she stepped onto his back, her weight pressing him into the floor.



"You are nothing but a footstool for me, slave," she declared, her voice echoing through the room. "A living, breathing piece of furniture to use as I please."



With that, she began to stride back and forth across his back, her heels digging into his flesh with every step. He groaned in both pain and pleasure, his body responding to her control as she continued to dominate him.



And so it went on, hour after hour, until finally, she deemed him worthy enough to be released from her service. As she stepped off him, he watched in awe as she sauntered away, her heels clicking against the floor, leaving him humbled yet hungry for more.

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