Ariel's Extreme Foot Worship & Domination
PART 1: The Desperate Pizza Boy
Bratty Ariel sat comfortably on her couch, lost in a world of her own as she watched TV. Her stomach grumbled in response; it was time for dinner. She picked up her phone and placed an order for pizza, knowing exactly who would be delivering it - a desperate middle-aged man who couldn't get enough of her sexy feet.
As the doorbell rang, Ariel rose from her seat, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. She strutted over to the door and swung it open, revealing the pizza boy standing there with a pizza box in his trembling hands. His eyes widened as they fell upon Ariel's high knee socks, his mouth watering at the thought of what lay beneath.
"Hey, pizza boy," Ariel greeted him with a sultry smile. "You know you always deliver to me." She paused for effect, looking him up and down. "And you always seem so excited to see me." His face turned beet red, unable to deny her accusation.
"I-I just bring the pizza, miss," he stuttered out. "No need for that." Ariel chuckled softly, stepping aside to let him in. "Don't worry, I'm not going to bite... yet." She winked playfully as he made his way into the room, setting the pizza down on the coffee table.
Ariel sat back down on the couch, patting the spot beside her. "Why don't you join me for a bit? It's not like you have anything better to do, right?" The man hesitated, glancing at his boss's watch on his wrist. "But my boss-"
"Oh, come now," Ariel interrupted him with a frown. "You don't want to disappoint your favorite customer, do you?" She patted her lap invitingly, and the poor man couldn't resist any longer. He swallowed hard and climbed onto the couch, sitting down with a thud next to Ariel.
Ariel grinned maliciously, leaning in close to the pizza boy. "You know," she purred, "I can tell you're excited to see me. What do you say we make this a little more interesting?" The man's heart raced in his chest as he looked up at her, his face already damp with anticipation.
Without warning, Ariel scooped up her foot and placed it gently in the man's lap. His eyes went wide as he stared down at her high-kneed sock-clad foot, his mouth watering at the thought of what lay beneath. "I... I don't understand," he stammered out.
"Oh, come now," Ariel chided him. "You've been drooling over my feet since the first day you delivered to me." The man looked down, his face burning with shame and arousal. "Y-you're right," he mumbled, unable to meet her gaze.
Ariel smiled sweetly, crossing her legs so that her other foot was now teasingly close to the pizza boy's face. "Well then," she said with a sigh of relief, "I guess we can get started." Without further ado, she reached down and began to unbuckle the man's pants, revealing a raging hard-on underneath.
The pizza boy let out a soft moan as Ariel took his cock in her hand, stroking it gently. "That's a good boy," she purred, leaning in to kiss along his shaft. "Now, why don't you return the favor?" She prodded her foot towards his face, daring him to take the first step.
