Are you my foot slut
As the mistress of Judas, I sat upon my throne, my massive, toned body draped in silk robes. My gaze fell upon the pathetic creature before me—a human foot slut, kneeling at my feet. His eyes were filled with desire and submission, his hands trembling as they reached out to touch the hem of my robe.
"Are you my foot slut?" I asked, my voice a low, seductive whisper. The air around us was thick with anticipation, the atmosphere electrically charged. Slowly, I extended one of my muscular legs, adorned with a pair of shiny black stilettos. My foot, larger than his head, hovered mere inches from his face.
"Kiss my foot," I commanded, my voice a cold, menacing rasp. The foot slut hesitated for only a moment before leaning in, pressing his lips against the soft, supple leather of my shoe. His tongue darted out, tracing the outline of my foot as he inhaled my scent.
"That's it, baby," I purred, drawing out the word 'baby' like honey. My other hand reached down, grabbing a fistful of his hair. I pulled him closer, forcing his face into the crevice between my thigh and the stiletto heel. "Now smell my toes," I growled, my voice deep and throaty.
As he complied, his warm breath caressing my toes, I felt a surge of power course through me. My giantess form towered over him, an unstoppable force of nature. I could feel his heartbeat quicken, his cock throbbing with desire. It was clear that he was mine, completely and utterly.
"You're such a good foot slut," I praised him, running my other hand over his head, through his hair. "But you know what you want, don't you?" I asked, my voice dripping with seduction. "Tell me."
"I want to taste your feet," he whimpered, his voice trembling with need. "I want to make you cum with my tongue."
I laughed, a low, chilling sound that sent shivers down his spine. "Oh, baby," I whispered, "you have no idea what you're asking for."
Slowly, I lowered my other leg, exposing the other foot. It was just as large and powerful as the first, adorned with a matching pair of stilettos. "Now," I commanded, "I want you to worship both my feet. Kiss them, lick them, suck on my toes. Show me just how much you love them."
The foot slut didn't hesitate for a moment. He eagerly moved between my legs, his face now buried in the folds of my robe. As he began to kiss and nibble on my first foot, I leaned back against the throne, watching him with a predatory gaze.
"That's it," I crooned, "you're such a good foot slave." I could feel the heat rising between my legs, my pussy growing wet with anticipation. "Now," I said, my voice dropping to a low, threatening murmur, "show me how much you love my feet."
Without further prompting, the foot slut moved up to my second foot, his tongue darting out to lap at the sweat collecting on the leather. He pressed his face into my skin, his hands gripping my thighs tightly. I could feel his desire for me, his need to please me.
As he worshipped my feet, I felt a surge of power course through my veins. I was the Judas Mistress, and this pathetic creature was mine. I could do whatever I wanted to him, and he would love every second of it.
And that was exactly what I intended to do.
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