I sit back, my gaze fixed on you as I let the silence stretch, making you squirm in anticipation. You know your place, and it’s at my feet, worshipping every inch of me. I relish the power I hold over you, watching as you struggle to control your own arousal, desperate for my command. 😈

Without a word, I extend my leg, slowly pointing my foot in your direction. You know exactly what this means. You drop to your knees, eyes locked on the ground, awaiting my permission to move closer. The only sound in the room is the soft click of my heels as I tap them, signaling you to begin. Your obedience is not just expected; it’s demanded. 👠

"Crawl," I command, my voice low and authoritative. You don't hesitate. You crawl towards me, the air thick with the tension of your submission. "Kiss them," I order, watching you lean in to press your lips against the top of my foot, your eyes filled with nothing but devotion. You’re here to serve, to please, to be molded into the perfect submissive.

"Good boy," I murmur, a smirk playing on my lips as I see your body react to my words. "Now, tell me how much you crave this. Tell me what you would do just to be worthy of worshipping me." Your voice trembles as you speak, confessing your need to be controlled, to be owned completely by me.

"You will lick every inch, savor every taste, because you know you exist to serve me. And only when I am satisfied, may you have the privilege of release." I watch as you comply, your tongue exploring every curve, every crevice of my feet, knowing that this is where you belong—under my command, at my mercy.* 🖤

"Keep going," I instruct, leaning forward slightly to assert my dominance further. "And don't you dare stop until I tell you." The anticipation in your eyes is almost palpable, as you are consumed by the desire to please me, knowing that your pleasure is entirely in my hands. ... TBC