6 Months Without Me - He'll do anything to get back under my feet ! -
The Mistress's feet slowly approached, teasing the kneeling man beneath them. He trembled with desire as she gently swayed her toes right under his nose. It had been six months since he last saw her, since he felt her perfect feet against his skin. And now, she was back.
The man's heart raced as he waited for her command. He knew what was coming next, but he couldn't help but beg for it. "Please, Mistress," he whispered, his voice shaking. "I'll do anything to feel your feet again."
She smiled, knowing she had him right where she wanted him. "You'll have to earn it," she said, her voice cold and commanding. "Six months without me have turned you into a pathetic, needy creature. But if you prove yourself worthy, I might just let you remain at my feet."
Her bare feet moved closer, teasing him with their nearness. He couldn't help but breathe in her scent, the intoxicating blend of power and femininity that seemed to emanate from her every pore.
And then, she finally made contact. Her soft, warm feet pressed against his face, and he felt a rush of pleasure unlike anything he'd experienced before. He kissed her toes, his lips lingering on the smooth, perfect skin.
But this was just the beginning. She moved her feet away, and he felt a sting of rejection. "Not yet," she said, her voice soft but firm. "You'll have to wait."
And so he waited, his heart beating wildly in his chest. He could feel the blood rushing to his cock, straining against his pants. He knew what was coming next, and he couldn't help but beg for it.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she moved her feet back towards him. He could feel her toes brushing against his lips, teasing him once again. And then, she allowed him the ultimate pleasure.
Her feet slowly descended, and he felt her soft skin against his face. He kissed her toes, his tongue tracing the outline of each one. He couldn't get enough of her, and he knew that he never would.
But this was only the beginning. She began to tease him, rubbing her feet against his cock through his pants. He moaned in pleasure, feeling the heat of her skin against his bare skin.
And then, she stopped. She pulled her feet away once again, leaving him wanting more. He knew what was coming next, and he braced himself for the impact.
She placed her feet firmly on his chest, and he felt the weight of her domination pressing down on him. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with desire and fear.
And then, she began to ballbust. Each blow was like a punch to the gut, and he winced in pain. But somehow, he couldn't help but love it. He loved the pain, the pleasure, the power that she wielded over him.
She continued to ballbust him, her feet a blur of motion as she struck him again and again. And all the while, he moaned in pleasure, unable to resist the sensation.
Finally, she stopped. She lifted her feet off of him, and he felt a momentary sense of relief. But he also felt a sense of longing, a desire for her to continue.
"Thank you, Mistress," he whispered, his voice shaking. "I'll do anything to remain at your feet."
She smiled, knowing she had him completely under her control. "Good boy," she said, her voice warm with approval. "Now get on your knees and show me how much you love my feet."
And so he got on his knees, his cock standing at attention. He knew what he had to do, and he couldn't wait to please her. He kissed her feet again, his lips lingering on her toes. And then, he began to worship her perfect arches, his tongue tracing every inch of her smooth, perfect skin.
As he pleasured her, he felt a sense of belonging, of purpose. He knew that he was nothing without her, but he also knew that she was the only thing that mattered to him. And so, he continued to kiss her feet, to love her in the only way he knew how.
Because to him, she was more than just a Mistress. She was his world, his everything. And he would do anything to remain at her feet, to feel her power and her love.