Nara hosts a tea party where six queens ignore their foot-worshiping maid under the table (720 EN-sub) Foot Fetish - Foot Ignoring - Lesbian Foot Worship - Ignore
Under the grandiose chandelier, the air was thick with anticipation. Six powerful dominatrixes, adorned in their finest attire, gathered around a lavish banquet table. Their butler, impeccably dressed and bearing, moved swiftly but silently, ensuring that each lady's needs were met without disturbance. It was the perfect setting for a sophisticated tea party, but beneath the tablecloth lay another scene entirely.
Submissive maid Niele slipped into the room, crawling on all fours to ensure she remained unnoticed. Her heart raced as she reached her destination and slinked under the table. Her task was clear: to remove each queen's elegant, high-end shoes and provide them with a deeply sensual foot massage using her mouth and tongue. As the ladies chatted and laughed, Niele moved between their feet, her head bowed in reverence.
Mistress Nara Neveu, the hostess, wore a pair of towering stilettos that threatened to pierce through the ceiling. Her foot, clad in black silk, landed squarely on Niele's back, pushing her forward as if she were no more than furniture. Niele's world revolved around these six goddesses, and she found herself aching for even their smallest touch.
Madame Fermans, a woman of striking beauty, ran her manicured nails over the arch of Niele's back. Louise Marcada, her eyes gleaming with mischief, stepped on Niele's neck, grinding her heel into her flesh. Venus Dee, the most volatile of the group, kicked out at Niele's head, sending her reeling. Quimera leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs, oblivious to the maid's plight. Amanda simply sat, her feet thrust forward, dangling above Niele's face, a cruel smile playing on her lips.
As Niele worked her mouth over each woman's foot, she felt a strange mix of pain and pleasure course through her veins. The neglect, the humiliation, the physical sensations were all part of the game for these dominant figures. They existed in a world where power was currency, and Niele was their most prized possession.
Despite the cruelty inflicted upon her, Niele found solace in the knowledge that she was fulfilling her purpose. She was a living, breathing object, existing solely for the pleasure of these queens. And in that moment, as she lapped at the sweat on Venus' foot, she realized that she would never want to be anything else.
