Fuck, I live for dominating sissy boys with a foot fetish. There’s something so fucking hot about seeing them grovel at my feet, literally and figuratively. Today, I had a pathetic little bitch on his knees, ready to worship my feet and empty his wallet for me.
“Kneel, you worthless sissy,” I commanded, my voice a low and dominant growl. “Kiss my feet and show me how much you crave them.”
He did as he was told, his lips pressing against my shoes, his tongue flicking out to lick the leather. I smiled, a cruel and satisfied grin, knowing I had him right where I wanted him.
“Now, take off my shoes and suck my toes,” I ordered, my voice leaving no room for argument. “I want to feel your hot, wet mouth on them.”
He fumbled with the laces, his hands trembling with anticipation. When he finally got my shoes off, he took my foot in his hands, his thumbs massaging the arch before he took my toes into his mouth, sucking and licking them like a good little sissy should.
“Fuck, that feels good,” I moaned, leaning back and enjoying the sensation. “You’re a good little foot slave, aren’t you? You love worshipping my feet, don’t you?”
He nodded, his mouth full of my toes, his eyes looking up at me with a mix of fear and adoration. I chuckled, a low and mocking sound, before pulling my foot away and placing it on his head, pushing him down so his face was pressed against the floor.
“Stay there, you little bitch,” I commanded. “Don’t move until I tell you to.”
I stood up, towering over him, and started to unbuckle my other shoe. “Now, you’re going to suck my other foot while I count my money. I want to see how much you’re willing to give me for the privilege of worshipping my feet.”
He eagerly took my other foot into his mouth, his head bobbing up and down as he sucked and licked my toes. I counted out the bills, a satisfied smile on my face as I watched him grovel at my feet.
“Good boy,” I murmured, stroking his hair gently. “You’re such a good little sissy, aren’t you? You’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you?”
He nodded, his mouth still full of my toes, his eyes never leaving mine. I smiled, a wicked and knowing grin, before pulling my foot away and stepping on his face, grinding my heel into his skin.
“Fuck, that feels good,” I groaned, my voice a low and satisfied sound. “Your face is the perfect footrest, you little bitch.”
I continued to grind my heel into his face, feeling his skin give way under the pressure, knowing I was leaving marks on him. I came, my body convulsing with pleasure as I used his face for my own satisfaction.
“Good boy,” I murmured, stepping off his face and stroking his hair gently. “You took that like a champ, you little sissy. Now, let’s see how much more money you have for me.”
Fuck, being a foot-fetish dominatrix is the best. If you want to join the fun, you know where to find me. Just make sure you’re ready for a wild and intense ride, because I’m not just any slut, I’m a sissy-humiliating, foot-fetish mistress, and I demand the best.
When I’m on a sexy call, I love diving into my Pleasure chest. It’s just like a treasure chest only full of toys I like to suck on and fuck. Last night I was on the hottest Cocksucking phone sex call. It really surprised me how wet and excited I got sucking on my 8 inch purple dildo. Matt, my caller said he got so fucking hard listening to me sucking on it. I told him exactly what I would do to him if we were together. How I would kiss his cock, lick it and suck it so good.
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