Jimmy Choos In Your Mouth - Goddess Rapture Pins Her Slave Against The Wall with Her Jimmy Choo High Heels - She Makes Him Clean Them, Then Takes Them Off and Smother and Gags Him with Her Nylons - 4K (WMV)
In Rapture's Feetish Playground, the goddess herself has commanded her slave to kneel at her feet. She's wearing a pair of Jimmy Choo's that have seen better days, but they still gleam with authority. With a look of determination, she points to the wall and motions for him to stand against it. He does as he's told, his heart racing as he wonders what's coming next.
Rapture steps forward, her stilettos clicking against the floor as she approaches her helpless plaything. She leans in close, her breath hot on his neck, and whispers softly, "You're going to clean these shoes for me, slave." She kicks one of the shoes under his nose, the pointy heel digging into his chin, leaving him no choice but to obey.
As he nervously picks up the shoes, he can't help but admire their sleek design. He places them in front of him, ready to clean them. With a flick of her wrist, Rapture shoves the dirty heel of one shoe into his mouth, pushing it deep down his throat. He gags on the leather and the faint scent of perfume, but he doesn't dare disobey his mistress.
Rapture watches with a mix of satisfaction and amusement as her slave struggles to clean her shoes with his tongue. He laps at the dirt and grime, trying to make them sparkle for his goddess. When he's finally satisfied with his efforts, she removes the shoe from his mouth and places it back on the floor.
The anticipation is killing him as she picks up the other shoe, but he knows what's coming next. With a smile that could freeze water, Rapture pushes the second shoe into his face, forcing him to inhale the scent of her sweaty feet. Her size 9 feet are pressed against his nose, her toes wiggling slightly as she teases him.
She takes her time, savoring the power she holds over her slave. He can't move, can't breathe, and yet he's completely under her spell. When she's ready, Rapture removes the shoe from his face, revealing a wet, foot-shaped mark on his cheek.
She smirks, knowing that he'll remember this moment for the rest of his life. "Now," she says, her voice ringing with authority, "you'll worship my feet." She steps back, giving him room to move, and he drops to his knees, pressing his face against her feet.
He breathes in her scent, relishing the feel of her soft skin against his cheek. He kisses each foot, lapping at the sweat on her skin, and whispering praises to his mistress. When she's satisfied with his adoration, Rapture stands up straight, towering over him once more.
"You can go now," she says, her voice cold and distant. He scurries away, grateful to be released from her presence, but knowing that he'll be back to please her again soon. As he disappears into the shadows, Rapture turns back to her shoes, already plotting her next move in this twisted game of power and submission.
