The slave will not have an orgasm under Mistress Cassy's bare feet wmv
Under the dim light of the full moon, Mistress Cassy, clad in a black silk robe, stood tall over her trembling slave. He knelt before her, his eyes locked on the glittering stiletto heels that dangled teasingly above him. The slave couldn't help but quiver in anticipation as he felt the gentle weight of Mistress Cassy's presence.
With a flick of her wrist, Mistress Cassy's robe fell to the floor, revealing her voluptuous figure encased in latex. Her full breasts, adorned with diamond studded nipple rings, jutted out defiantly while her long, shapely legs were encased in black fishnet stockings. She stared down at the slave, her emerald eyes glinting with mischief.
Mistress Cassy's confidence was palpable as she stepped closer to her helpless prey. She leaned down, her lips inches away from his ear, and whispered, "You've been such a good slave. Now, it's time for me to show you how a true goddess treats her subjects."
With that, Mistress Cassy placed one of her perfect feet on the slave's chest, gently pressing down. He gasped as he felt the warmth of her skin against his own. Slowly, she began to grind her foot against his throbbing member, eliciting moans of pleasure from the slave.
But Mistress Cassy wasn't satisfied with just one foot. She placed the other one next to it, sandwiching the slave's cock and balls between her soft soles. With a sultry smile, she started to gently trample him, her heels digging into his flesh, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps.
As if this weren't enough, Mistress Cassy leaned down again and spit onto the slave's face. He closed his eyes, savoring the taste of her saliva mixed with the sweet tang of the tobacco she had been smoking. Then, she flicked her cigarette ash onto his cheek, leaving a trail of gray powder.
Throughout this torment, the slave couldn't help but feel a strange sense of arousal. Despite the pain and humiliation, he found himself growing harder under Mistress Cassy's feet. But try as he might, he couldn't reach the climax he so desperately craved.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Mistress Cassy removed her feet from her slave's body. She stood over him, admiring her handiwork. The slave lay there, battered and bruised, but strangely satisfied.
With a final, cruel smile, Mistress Cassy turned and walked away, leaving the slave to wonder if he would ever be worthy enough to experience true pleasure under her feet again.
