Eat My Foot Shavings and Your Cum
As Mistress Pomf strutted into the frame, her enormous feet towered above your head, commanding attention. She lifted one foot up to admire it, toes wiggling playfully. "Look at my foot," she purred, her voice like velvet. "It's got lots of calluses and a spot where a blister used to be. Do you know what? You're going to be my new pumice stone."
You looked up at her, eyes wide with anticipation and fear. She smirked down at you before gracefully lowering herself onto a chair, crossing her legs, and dangling her foot tantalizingly close to your face. "Start licking," she ordered, her voice now commanding. "Clean off the dirt from where I've walked."
You hesitantly leaned forward, your tongue flicking out to touch the rough skin of her foot. You felt her foot shift as she let out a soft moan, the sound vibrating through your body. You lapped at the dirt, trying not to gag on the unfamiliar taste.
"Now," she said, her voice low and threatening. "You're going to open that mouth." Your eyes widened as you realized what she wanted. You slowly opened your mouth, feeling the cool air against your tongue. "I bet that tastes so good," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I bet you like that better than the taste of pussy!"
You couldn't help but feel the sting of her words as you repeated her words, tasting the dirt from her feet. "Repeat after me," she said, her foot shifting against your tongue. "I live to lick your feet."
You choked out the words, feeling them roll off your tongue like a prayer. She let out a satisfied hum before pulling her foot away, leaving you wanting more. As you looked up at her, you saw her smirk grow wider.
"Now," she said, standing up and towering over you. "Time to eat some foot shavings." You watched in horror as she started to scrape her feet against the pumice stone, tiny flecks of dry skin flying through the air. "Aww," she crooned, "you want to come closer, don't you? Come on!"
You couldn't help but inch closer, your eyes glued to the spectacle before you. She scraped her foot again, sending a new wave of foot shavings your way. You gingerly reached out, hesitating for a moment before bringing them to your mouth. She let out a soft moan, the sound of pleasure and power resonating through the room.
As you closed your eyes and took a bite of the dry foot shavings, you felt a strange sensation wash over you. It was a mix of shame, arousal, and submission—a cocktail of emotions that left you feeling both disgusted and exhilarated. You swallowed the shavings, the taste of dirt and sweat lingering on your tongue.
"And don't you just love my toes?" she asked, her voice soft and teasing. You looked up at her, eyes wide with awe. "Red and sparkly!" she continued, wiggling her toes in the air. You couldn't help but nod in agreement, feeling a strange sense of admiration wash over you.
She leaned down, her face close to yours, her breath hot against your cheek. "Alright, you mindless foot slave," she purred, a dangerous glint in her eye. "You've done an okay job. I'll give you permission to cum." You felt a wave of relief wash over you, followed by a new surge of arousal. "But you're going to cum on my command!"
The words left you shivering with anticipation as she stepped back, watching you intently. Your cock throbbed in response to her command, begging for release. You couldn't help but wonder what she would make you do next.