Deep Mouth Training (720HD)
As Lady Kara strolled back into her chamber, her eyes fell upon the pathetic form of her slave kneeling at her feet. She could sense the eagerness in his posture, eager to please his Mistress once more. But Lady Kara had other plans for this pathetic creature. She commanded him to lie down on the plush carpet before her, his head tilted back in submission.
With a wicked smile, Lady Kara removed her white pantyhose-clad feet from her shoes and placed them squarely on his chest. Her toes curled, digging into his flesh as she watched his eyes widen in fear and anticipation. "Now, slave," she purred, "I want you to show me how good you are at deep throat training."
Without warning, she lifted her foot and pressed it firmly against his lips, feeling his warm breath gust against her toes. He opened his mouth wider, eager to please her, and she could feel his eager tongue darting out to taste the sweat on her foot. She grinned cruelly as she lowered her other foot to his face, trapping him between them.
Lady Kara began to move her feet in a slow, rhythmic motion, her heels pressing against his cheeks as she ground her hips forward. Her slave's mouth gaped open wider, his tongue tracing the outline of her toes as he struggled to take in every inch of her giantess form. She watched with delight as tears formed in the corners of his eyes from the struggle.
Suddenly, she grew bored of this game. She withdrew her feet from his mouth and brought her whip crashing down upon his back. The leather stung as it lashed against his skin, leaving red welts in its wake. Moans of pain escaped his lips as he writhed in agony beneath her feet.
"Now, slave," she hissed, "show me how well you can take a real beating." She brought her foot back to his face, this time forcing it into his mouth and forcing him to take it deeper than before. His tongue darted out, lashing against her sole as he tried desperately not to gag. She could feel the ragged edges of his teeth scraping against her skin, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine.
As she continued this torturous game, Lady Kara's true intent became clear. She was merely toying with him, drawing out his pain for her own amusement. She squeezed his head harder between her feet, watching as his eyes bulged from the pressure. The power she held over him was intoxicating, and she reveled in it.
Finally, she pulled her feet away and stood over him, her towering figure casting a shadow upon his helpless form. "You are nothing," she whispered softly, "but a pathetic creature begging for mercy at my feet."
And with that, she turned and left him there, wondering when - or if - she would ever grant him another moment of respite.