The warm, dim lighting casts a sultry glow over the scene, highlighting every curve and shadow. Her feet, perfectly manicured, are the center of attention, and I can almost feel the weight of her dominance as she commands me to worship them. The couch, a stage for her power, is where I lie, my face inches from her toes, ready to obey. Her eyes, cold and calculating, watch me with a mix of amusement and disdain. She’s the queen, and I’m her willing subject, eager to please her every whim. The necklace around her neck glints in the light, a symbol of her status, and the thumb ring on her hand is a constant reminder of her control. She’s not just a woman; she’s a goddess, and I’m here to serve her every desire.
The Taste of Submission
Her toes, painted a seductive red, are the focal point of my world. I can almost taste the salt of her skin, the smoothness of her soles. She commands me to lick, to suck, to worship, and I do so with fervor. The room is filled with the sound of my obedience, the wetness of my tongue against her feet. Her pleasure is my purpose, and I won’t stop until she’s satisfied. The man beneath her, his face hidden, is a silent witness to my humiliation. She uses him, just as she uses me, for her own pleasure. And I? I’m the cuckold, the one who lives for her satisfaction, who finds joy in her dominance. Her feet, her toes, her every command, are my world, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. The couch, the chair, the dim lighting, all fade into the background as I lose myself in the act of submission, my tongue and lips working tirelessly to please her.



Mmmmmm, I wonder if he wants to cum on her feet, my face or in my mouth.