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Goddess Kiffa Vitoria Vonteese - IT Guy Ignored Under table Foot Worship and Footjob at the office - FOOT WORSHIP - FOOTJOB - FEMDOM - FOOT DOMINATION - FOOT HUMILIATION - SOLES - HIGH HEELS - SHOE WORSHIP - FOOTSTOOL

Beneath the fluorescent lights of an office filled with the clickety-clack of high heels, two goddesses stood above a hapless IT guy who had become their personal footstool. Kiffa Vitoria Vonteese, clad in matching red stilettos, looked down at the man whose head was buried under the table, his eyes transfixed on their towering figures. The scent of their designer perfume wafted down as they exchanged knowing glances.



"It seems our poor technician has some issues with his gaze," chuckled Vitoria, her long, manicured nails tapping impatiently against the tabletop. "He can't seem to keep his eyes off our feet."



"Well, we did invite him under here for a reason," purred Kiffa, arching her back slightly as she stretched out her long legs. The technician groaned in appreciation, his hands clutching at the hem of her skirt.



"Hold still, my foot slave," commanded Vitoria, placing one foot gently on his shoulder. The technician moaned louder as he felt her soft, silken skin against his skin. With a sultry smile, she lifted her other foot off the ground, presenting her perfect, polished toenails to his hungry eyes.



"You may look, but do not touch," she warned him, her voice a low rumble that sent shivers down his spine. As if in response, Kiffa leaned forward, her high heel inches from his nose. The technician's breath hitched in his throat as he caught a whiff of her expensive perfume.



"Now," said Vitoria, her voice taking on a demanding tone, "clean my shoes."



Obeying without hesitation, the technician reached out with trembling hands to take one of Vitoria's shoes between his hands. He knew better than to touch her skin, but the allure of her sexy footwear was too much to resist. As he licked and cleaned each shoe with his tongue, the goddesses watched him with amused detachment.



"That's a good foot slave," cooed Kiffa, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She leaned back against the table, presenting her other shoe to him. The technician worked feverishly to please them, desperate for their approval.



As the situation escalated, so did the technician's arousal. He could feel himself growing hard beneath his clothes, aching for release. Little did he know that his tormentors had other plans in store for him.



Without warning, Vitoria's hand snaked out from under the table, grasping his crotch firmly. The technician gasped at the unexpected touch, his eyes widening in shock. But before he could react further, Kiffa joined in, her hand mirroring Vitoria's movements.



"It seems our foot slave has other interests besides our feet," remarked Vitoria, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Tell us, do you prefer the taste of leather or silk?"



The technician couldn't believe what was happening. He was being sexually assaulted by two gorgeous goddesses in front of his coworkers! Yet despite the humiliation, he couldn't help but moan in pleasure as their hands worked his cock.



"I… I don't know," he managed to stutter out between gasps. "Please, goddesses, please…"



"Then we shall have to educate you," declared Kiffa, her voice now commanding. She leaned over him, her breasts brushing against his cheek as she reached for his pants. With practiced ease, she freed his cock from his clothes, her fingers wrapping around it gently.



"That's a good boy," purred Vitoria, her lips close to his ear. "Now, give us a show of appreciation for our efforts."



Before he knew what was happening, the technician was sucking on one of Vitoria's high heels, his tongue tracing the contours of the leather. Meanwhile, Kiffa lowered herself onto the footstool, her legs spread wide.



"Now, you may worship my feet," she commanded him.



With trembling hands, the technician reached out to touch her soft, silken skin. He traced circles around each toe, feeling the warmth emanating from her body. As he worked his way up her calves, he could feel the heat building inside him, a desperate need to release it.



"That's enough for now," said Vitoria, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "It seems our foot slave has learned his lesson."



She stood up, her high heels clicking against the floor. Kiffa followed suit, her stilettos leaving imprints in the carpet. With a final glance at the technician, who was still on his knees, they turned and left the room, leaving him alone with his thoughts and his aching cock.



As the door clicked shut behind them, the goddesses could hear the technician's muffled cries of pleasure. They shared a knowing look, their eyes gleaming with triumph. They had successfully broken their foot slave, and now they owned him, body and soul.



Their victory complete, they walked away, their high heels clicking in unison. Little did they know that their little game had unleashed a torrent of taboo desires in their unsuspecting victim. Desires that would haunt him for years to come.

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