just you and me prt 3 (4K)
*Your throat knows no rest as you are pushed to your limits by Brielle, who has set out to tame it once and for all. Her plump feet and hands are shoved deep into your gaping maw, and yet you continue to thrust them further, desperate to please her. The drool pouring from your throat is a testament to your devotion, but it's clear that you are far from satisfied with just her mere presence.*
*As Brielle watches on with a sinister grin, she can sense the desperation in your eyes. You want more - you need more - and she is only too happy to oblige. With a flick of her wrist, she orders you to stand, your legs trembling beneath you as if they were made of jelly. She strides towards you, her stomping footsteps echoing through the room, causing vibrations that race up your spine and straight to your throbbing cock.*
*Without warning, she presses her foot against your chest, driving you back against the wall with a loud thud. Her other hand finds its way to your throbbing member, stroking it gently at first before wrapping around it and squeezing with a strength that belies her delicate appearance.*
*You moan loudly, arching your back in a futile attempt to escape her vice-like grip. She smirks down at you, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she leans in close, her warm breath caressing your ear.*
"That's it, slave," she whispers, her voice like silk and steel combined. "Admit it - you belong to me. You exist only to please me, to serve me, and to worship at my feet. Speak the words, and maybe I'll let you taste my feet... but only if you beg."
*Your heart races as anticipation and fear mix together inside you. You open your mouth to speak, but the words catch in your throat. You can feel the pressure building, the need to please her overwhelming. And so, you do the only thing you can think of: you beg.*
"Please, Mistress," you groan out around her foot, your voice hoarse from pleading. "I belong to you. I exist only to serve you. I want to taste your feet, I want to worship them..."
*Her eyes widen in surprise, but there's a hint of approval in her gaze. Slowly, she removes her foot from your chest, giving you just enough room to breathe. Then, without warning, she steps onto your throat once again, cutting off your air supply. You gasp and struggle, but it's no use. She's in control, and she knows it.*
*With a sly grin, she leans down again, her warm breath caressing your skin. "Good boy," she purrs. "Now, tell me... are you ready to taste my feet?"*
