My Masters Feet - Foot Poker (avi low)

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My Masters Feet - Foot Poker (avi low)

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Foot Poker (avi low)

The tension was palpable as Victoria and her master sat across from each other at the poker table. Their eyes locked, each one trying to gauge the other's tells. The cards were dealt, and the game began. The master's large, calloused feet rested on the ground, a subtle challenge to Victoria. She couldn't help but feel the power emanating from them, the control he held over her life.



As the game progressed, the stakes grew higher. Victoria could feel her heart racing in her chest as she watched her master's hands move swiftly over the cards. With every loss, she felt herself sinking deeper into the abyss of fear and anticipation. She knew that whoever lost this game would have to worship the feet of the victor.



Suddenly, the master threw his hand into the air, revealing a royal flush. Victoria's heart sank. She knew there would be no mercy this time. Her eyes darted down to his feet, admiring their size and strength. As she began to plead with him, begging for forgiveness, she felt her submission growing stronger within her. "Please, Master," she whispered, "I will do anything you ask."



The master smiled, a predatory glint in his eye. He leaned back in his chair, giving Victoria a clear view of his feet. "I want you to worship my feet, Victoria," he said, his voice low and commanding. "Tell me how perfect they are, how much you crave to be dominated by them."



Victoria swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry. She couldn't believe the things she was about to say, but she knew she had no choice. "Your feet are perfect, Master," she whispered. "They are everything to me. I crave to be dominated by them, to feel their power over me."



As she spoke, she reached out with trembling hands, hesitating for a moment before gently caressing the rough skin of his feet. A shiver ran through her as she felt the warmth emanating from them. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with affection and submission. "Thank you, Master," she murmured, "for allowing me to worship your feet."



The master smiled, pleased with her response. He leaned forward again, bringing his feet closer to her face. "You're welcome, Victoria," he said, his voice softening. "Now show me how much you appreciate them."



Without another word, Victoria leaned in closer, pressing her cheek against his foot. She breathed in his scent, savoring the moment as she felt the immense power radiating from his feet. She knew that this was her place, her role, and she was grateful for it. As she began to kiss and caress his feet, she couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over her. This was her master, and she was his willing servant, forever devoted to his feet.

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