Under The Divine Feet Of Your Young Mistress
Under the Divine Feet of Your Young Mistress
Imagine yourself, kneeling before your gorgeous youthful mistress, your eyes transfixed on her lavish heels as she strides towards you. The anticipation is palpable as you await her command, the leash tugging gently at your neck. Suddenly, she stops and slowly unfastens the leash, letting it fall to the ground with a soft thud.
"Kiss my feet," she commands, her voice dripping with authority. Your heart races as you lean in, pressing your lips against the soft leather of her shoes. You feel her foot shift, pressing more firmly against your lips, and your eyes widen in surprise. She gently presses down, forcing you to open your mouth wider as she slips her foot inside, filling your mouth with the sweet scent of her perfume.
As you savor the taste of her shoe, you feel a shift in weight. She's stepping onto your chest, her other foot joining the first as she stands fully upon you. The pressure is intense, pushing all the air from your lungs as her stunning heels dig into your flesh. It's a mix of pain and pleasure that sends shivers down your spine.
"You are nothing but my footstool," she whispers, her breath hot against your skin. "Remember that." With that, she removes one foot from your body, only to replace it with the other, alternating between your chest and stomach. You gasp for air, your body trembling under her weight.
And then, just when you think you can't take any more, she steps off of you. You gasp for air, your lungs filling with sweet relief as you collapse onto the ground, your back arching in pleasure. But it's short-lived, as she straddles your hips, her feet planted firmly on either side of your crotch.
"Now," she says, leaning down so that her face is only inches from yours, "kiss my feet again." You nod eagerly, and she smirks before slipping her shoes off, revealing her soft, bare feet. You lean in, kissing them with renewed passion, feeling the warmth of her skin against yours.
As you continue to worship her feet, you feel her weight shift again. This time, she's standing on your back, her feet pressed against your shoulders. You moan in pleasure, feeling her power over you in every fiber of your being. And then, she slowly lowers herself onto your face, her feet pressing against your chest as she sits back on her heels.
"That's it," she whispers, her fingers tracing the outline of your chin. "You belong to me, body and soul." You nod in agreement, feeling the intense desire to please her, to make her happy. And so, you continue to kiss her feet, lost in the intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure that only she can provide.
