Milking Time: A Slave's Submission to Lady Kara's Feet
Lady Kara stood before her crystaltube, her piercing gaze fixed on the kneeling slave below her. She wore a pair of sheer black pantyhose, the soft fabric brushing against his cheek as he stared up at her in awe. His heart raced in anticipation of her next command, his cock already aching for release.
Power and Pleasure Intertwined
The slave felt a gentle tug on his hair, pulling his face closer to her divine feet. He inhaled deeply, taking in the sweet scent of her perfume as his tongue traced the outline of her footwear. A shiver ran down his spine at the thought of what was to come. He knew that submission was key to earning Lady Kara's favor—and her feet were his only escape from the agonizing pleasure of the crystaltube.
A New Level of Sensation
With a flick of her fingers, Lady Kara signaled for him to stand. She grabbed hold of his cock, already hard and throbbing, and guided it into the crystaltube. The moment his swollen head touched the cool surface, electricity shot through his veins. He cried out in pain and ecstasy, his entire being focused on pleasing his mistress.
Milking Time
Lady Kara slowly began to pump the crystaltube, her rhythmic motions driving the slave to the brink of insanity. She watched as he writhed in agony beneath her, his cock swelling to impossible proportions in her hands. With every thrust, she increased the intensity of the sensation, leaving him no choice but to surrender completely to her will.
A Slave's Ultimate Submission
Finally, Lady Kara pulled the slave from the crystaltube, his cock glistening with his cum and her spit. She leaned down close to his ear, her warm breath sending shivers down his spine. "Good boy," she purred, stroking his cheek with the tips of her fingers. "Now clean up this mess before I change my mind about letting you worship my feet."
The slave nodded gratefully, his heart full of gratitude for the chance to please his mistress once more. As he knelt before her, cleaning the crystaltube with trembling hands, he knew that this was where he belonged—at Lady Kara's feet, ready to submit to her every whim.
