LADY SCARLET - FOOT GAGGING UNTIL VOMITING (Extreme foot gagging) mobile
As you approach me, your heart races in anticipation of what's to come. My Italian accent sends shivers down your spine, reminding you that I am in control and I will decide your fate. You can't help but stare at my size 40 feet, wondering how they could possibly fit inside your mouth.
I stand tall, towering over you, my chic black dress hugging my curves perfectly. My heels click against the floor as I walk towards you, pulling on the leash attached to your collar. Your eyes widen as I push you to your knees, your face mere inches from my feet.
"Today, my slave," I whisper huskily, "you will taste the ultimate in pleasure and pain." My words send a jolt of fear through you, but also an unmistakable sense of arousal.
Without warning, my foot connects solidly with your chest, pushing you back onto the floor. I step over you, my foot landing firmly on your stomach, holding you in place.
My other foot enters your mouth, pressing against your lips and tongue. You try to resist, but it's no use. My foot is too large, too powerful. You gag as I force it deeper, feeling it push against the back of your throat.
I watch as your face turns red and sweat beads on your forehead. Your eyes are filled with tears, and yet you can't look away from me. You're mine, body and soul.
Slowly, I begin to move my foot in circles within your mouth, teasing you with the idea of pleasure even as you struggle to breathe. You whimper, begging me for mercy, but I ignore your pleas.
As I continue my torment, my other foot joins the first, pushing deeper into your mouth. You choke on my smell, a combination of perfume and sweat that fills your nostrils.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, I remove my feet from your mouth. You collapse onto the floor, gasping for air and trying to catch your breath.
"Now," I say, a mischievous glint in my eye, "clean my feet."
You hesitate for a moment, but then scramble to your knees again. You begin to lick my feet clean, your tongue tracing every inch of skin. I watch you with a mix of satisfaction and amusement.
Finally, when my feet are spotless once again, I nod towards the floor. "Now, clean up the mess you've made," I command.
You look up at me, confusion written all over your face. But then you realize what I mean. You begin to lick the floor clean, your tongue making quick work of the trail of saliva that leads away from my feet.
As you clean, I watch you intently, imagining all the other ways I could use you to serve my every whim. The thought makes my heart race, and I can't help but smile.
For now though, I'll let you continue your task. After all, it's important to keep my feet - and my home - as clean and shiny as possible.
