Milaap - "Sharing My Foot Boy – Part 2" [FEET + FEMDOM]

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Milaap - "Sharing My Foot Boy – Part 2" [FEET + FEMDOM]

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A Kinky Reward

Her Feet, His Reward

In part one, you proved yourself as the perfect foot boy. You worshipped their feet like a desperate pet, leaving no inch untouched or unloved. Milaap and her partner were impressed with your devotion and decided it was time for a reward. Or so you thought.

As you entered the room, they were already seated on the couch. Milaap, her long legs crossed at the ankles, her high heels dangling from her fingers. Her partner reclined next to her, one foot propped up on the coffee table. Your eyes immediately went to their feet, eager to get a glimpse of what they had in store for you.

"Come here, pet," Milaap purred, patting the space between her legs. Without hesitation, you crawled towards her, your heart racing with anticipation. She placed one foot gently on your shoulder, pressing you down into your knees. "You've been such a good boy," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You deserve a treat."

With a smirk, she lifted her other foot, revealing a pair of sparkling high heels. "Put these on for us," she commanded. You obeyed without question, kneeling before her as you laced up the black leather straps. The heels felt good against your skin, making your knees weak. You rose to your feet, feeling taller and more submissive than ever before.

Milaap stood up, her feet now towering over you. "That's better," she said, swaying her hips from side to side. "Now, let's see how good you are at making us feel good." She sank down onto the couch, her partner following suit. "Come here, pet," her partner purred, patting the space between them. As you crawled towards them, you could feel their feet against your back, guiding you into position.

"Now," Milaap said, her voice low and sultry. "You're going to make us feel amazing. With your tongue." She lifted her foot, exposing her soft, perfect sole. "Start with me," she commanded. Without hesitation, you leaned in, pressing your tongue against her soles. The smell of her feet, the taste of her skin—it was everything you'd ever dreamed of.

Milaap moaned softly, her fingers running through your hair. "That's it, pet," she cooed. "You're doing such a good job." You moved your tongue faster, lapping up every inch of her foot. Suddenly, you felt a sharp sting against your tongue. You pulled back, looking up at her in confusion. "What was that?" you asked, cautiously licking your tongue again.

Milaap laughed, a wicked glint in her eye. "That, my pet, was the reward for making us feel good." She held up a small vial, filled with an amber-colored liquid. "This," she said, dripping the liquid onto her foot, "is what you've been craving." She sat back, watching as you eagerly lapped up the sticky, sweet liquid. "And now," she said, standing up, "it's time for you to clean it up."

You looked up at her, confusion written all over your face. "Clean it up?" you asked, looking down at the sticky mess on her feet. "How?"

Milaap laughed again, a cruel sound that sent shivers down your spine. "With your tongue," she said simply. "You're going to lick every last drop off both of our feet. And while you're down there, we'll be laughing, teasing, and humiliating you. Because you see, pet, you may have thought you were just doing this for us. But really, you're doing it for yourself. And we're going to make sure you never forget it."

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