Femdomsquad Video Store - Lick my stable feet clean! (Foot Worship and Sock Worship with Lady Michelle ) - 4K UHD MP4

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Femdomsquad Video Store - Lick my stable feet clean! (Foot Worship and Sock Worship with Lady Michelle ) - 4K UHD MP4

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Lady Michelle's Stinky Stable Feet

A Quick Trip to the Stable Turns Nasty

As Lady Michelle strolled into the living room, she couldn't help but feel a pungent odor wafting from her feet. With a smirk, she knew exactly what had caused the stench - a long, hard day at the stable. Her worn-out riding boots were caked in mud, and her socks were beyond musty from being trapped inside all day.

Lady Michelle leaned back into the plush sofa, spreading her feet wide apart. A wicked grin crossed her face as she imagined what was about to happen. With a snap of her fingers, her loyal foot slave scurried into the room, his eyes immediately drawn to her stinky feet.

"Lick my stable feet clean!" she commanded, playfully wiggling her toes. The slave hesitated for a moment, taking in the filth before him. He knew what was expected of him, and he also knew that failing to please his mistress would result in severe consequences.

Reluctantly, he lowered his head and began to lick at her socks. The smell was overpowering, but he pushed through it, determined to cleanse his queen's feet. With each swipe of his tongue, he could feel the putrid stench slowly dissipating.

Lady Michelle watched with amusement as the slave worked tirelessly on her feet. She couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction knowing that she held such power over this pathetic creature. As he neared completion, she decided to make things a bit more interesting.

"Slow down, slave," she taunted, pulling her feet away from his reach. "You're moving too fast." She smirked, knowing full well that her words were driving him mad with need.

The slave whimpered, begging for permission to continue. But Lady Michelle was in no hurry. Instead, she sat back and watched him squirm, savoring the power she held over him. Minutes felt like hours as he pleaded with her, his eyes never leaving her feet.

Finally, she gave in, allowing him to resume his task. With renewed vigor, the slave attacked her bare feet, cleaning every nook and cranny with his tongue. Lady Michelle watched in amusement as he worked, occasionally giving him a playful nudge or swatting him away when he grew too familiar.

As the slave's efforts began to bear fruit, Lady Michelle couldn't help but wonder - was this really what she wanted? Deep down, she knew that what she was doing was wrong. But the thrill of power and control was too intoxicating to resist.

In the end, Lady Michelle's feet were finally clean, and the slave collapsed in exhaustion at her feet. For a moment, she felt a twinge of guilt. But then she reminded herself of the power she held, and the thought was quickly banished.

With a satisfied grin, she stood up, dusting off her hands. The foot slave looked up at her, fear and gratitude etched across his face. Lady Michelle paused for a moment, considering her next move. For now, she would leave him in awe of her power, knowing that she could summon him back to her feet anytime she pleased.

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