The Night of Submission: Foot Slave Dinner
A Taste of Power
The air was thick with anticipation as the foot slave knelt before his Mistress, Christy Berrie. His eyes were fixed on her feet, savoring the sight of her perfect toes peeking out from beneath her silky dress. As she slowly removed her shoes, revealing her smooth, soft soles, he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement and dread.
"Today's menu," she purred, "is all about my feet." She held up a silver platter adorned with a single, crystal-clear glass of red wine. "You're going to worship them until you can't stand any longer. And when you're done, I might just reward you with a taste of this."
The slave's heart raced as he reached out tentatively to take the platter from her. His hands shook with nervous anticipation as he felt the weight of her power in the room. As he knelt at her feet, he could feel the warmth radiating off them, beckoning him closer.
Gently, he placed the platter on the ground and leaned forward, pressing his lips to her toes one by one. The taste of her skin sent shivers down his spine, and he couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to have her entire body pressed against him.
Slowly, he started to lick and suck on her toes, savoring the salty sweat that gathered there. The more he worshipped her feet, the more he felt himself becoming aroused. His cock throbbed against his thigh, begging for release, but he knew better than to ask for it.
As he worked his way up her feet, he could feel the heat building inside him. Each nerve ending on fire, anticipating the next sensation. And when she finally lifted her dress, revealing her velvety smooth thighs, he knew it was time to show her just how devoted he was.
Kneeling between her legs, he took her warm, wet thighs in his hands and started to kiss and lick them clean. The smell of her arousal filled the air, and he could feel her quivering with anticipation. And then, as if she was reading his mind, she whispered in his ear, "You may have your dessert now."
Without further instruction, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to her pussy, tasting her sweet nectar for the first time. He moaned in pleasure as he felt her walls starting to pulse around his tongue. And when she finally came, he drank every drop of her essence, savoring the taste of her power.
As the night drew to a close, he lay sprawled out at her feet, spent and satisfied. She looked down at him with a smile, stroking his hair gently. "You're such a good foot slave," she murmured. "I think I'll keep you around for a while longer." And with that, she slipped off to bed, leaving him to dream of their next encounter.
