My Obsession Cured
An Unforgettable Session with Lady Soles
Stepping into her office, my heart raced as I gazed upon the towering figure of Lady Soles. She stood before me, a vision of perfection in a tight-fitting dress that accentuated every curve of her voluptuous body. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back, framing her flawless face. I swallowed hard, feeling my cock stir against my pants.
"Well, well, well," she purred, her deep voice vibrating through the room. "Let's see if we can cure your little giantess fetish, shall we?" She stepped closer, her thighs brushing against my shrunken form. "It won't be easy, but I'm sure we can find a way to make you hate it." Her laughter echoed around the room, sending shivers down my spine.
Lady Soles sat down in her plush chair, motioning for me to join her on the floor. I hesitated for a moment before kneeling between her legs, my head level with her sweaty soles. She leaned back, spreading her legs wide, revealing her soft, hairy pussy. "Relax," she whispered, running her fingers through her hair. "We're going to start with some light tickling."
I closed my eyes, focusing on her words. The last thing I wanted was for her to realize how aroused I was already. Her fingers danced lightly across my skin, sending tingles up my spine. Suddenly, she gripped my shoulders, holding me in place. "No, no, no," she chided. "You're not relaxing enough." She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against my face. "Open your eyes," she commanded.
I opened my eyes, nearly gasping at the sight before me. Her breasts were now inches from my face, her nipples standing tall and proud. She reached down, grabbing my head, and pulling me towards her. "Suck," she growled, her voice low and seductive. My tongue darted out, tasting the sweet, salty nectar at her nipples. "That's it," she moaned, her fingers tangling in my hair. "Just keep sucking."
Time seemed to stand still as I lost myself in her hypnotic gaze. She leaned back again, her hands gripping my head. "I think it's time for the real fun to begin," she whispered, her breath hot against my skin. She reached down, grasping my cock through my pants. "You're already hard for me," she purred, giving my cock a squeeze. "Imagine what it would feel like under my giant feet."
Without warning, she stood up, lifting me off the floor. I looked up at her, my heart pounding in my chest. She was towering over me, every inch a goddess. "Now," she said, her voice low and threatening. "Let's see if I can make you hate this." She stepped onto a nearby stool, elevating herself even higher above me. "You're going to worship my feet," she commanded, her words sending shivers down my spine. "And you're going to love every second of it."
As she spoke, she lifted one of her perfect feet, placing it squarely in front of my face. Her toes wiggled invitingly, and before I knew it, I was kissing them, tasting the sweat and dirt that accumulated on them. "That's a good boy," she purred, lowering her foot back to the ground. "Keep worshipping those soles."
The session continued like this, with Lady Soles alternating between teasing me with her body and humiliating me with her feet. She stepped on my chest, grinding her heel into my sternum. She lifted one foot, balancing on the other, as she ran her hands through her hair. With each passing moment, my arousal grew, despite my best efforts to fight it. By the end of the session, I was spent, drained, yet somehow still aching for more.
As I left her office, I couldn't help but wonder—had she really cured my GTS obsession? Or had she merely made me realize how much I truly desired it? Whatever the case may be, one thing was certain: my encounter with Lady Soles would be an experience I would never forget.
