Bought For The Night – A Lesbian Foot Worship & Domination Erotica

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Holly's feet meet no resistance as the sweaty soles adhere to my face, and then push me down, making me lie flat against the cold tile floor. Her red hair frames her clever green eyes like a royal crown, and where I first saw a slightly chubby girl, I now see a sculptor's work of elegant curves and wiry strength. The delicate pose of Holly’s foot as the toes press down on a slave’s throat, and the naked heel rising defiantly into the air, begging to be sucked, speak of raw primal power, dressed in the fineries of queendom. I need a new pair of shoes anyway – at last, something foot-related that has nothing to do with my current obsession!

Namely, in the whole notion of a foot fetish so compelling that people are willing to pay just to look at photos.One or more of the girls, or the sorceress herself, being a lesbian perv like me would be greatly appreciated, but not entirely necessary. That at any given time, we find ourselves under other people's power, and occasionally have power over others. All that set in a foot fetish story is simply astonishing, and it comes up without being forced, which is, simply, art: getting reflection through emotion.

Holly uses his head as a footrest, placing her soles on his neck, the back of his head, his forehead… his lips, I notice with a blush that nearly makes me look away. Submission is in taking this unfairness like a loser bitch… and when my brain phrases it like that, there’s no mistaking the shiver of arousal that ripples across my body.Cursing the curiosity and obsessions that have acted as mile markers on my road to damnation, I get down on one knee, and slip the ankle boot on Holly’s proffered foot. I have a better idea of the visual framing of foot fetish, for sure: the psychology of disrespect when you put your feet on somebody, or when you make them tend to your feet and shoes. The lust now consuming me is undeniable, and if that means I’m once again losing the internal struggle with my own obsession, well… it does seem like I love losing.

He doesn't even know the ex in question has relegated me to being her foot slave, and already he thinks she's worthier of his attention than I am. For the record, I did always believe Frank traded down with you," she says, the words sending a beam of arousal lancing straight through my sex. A beautiful woman who spurned the advances of someone skilled in magic (although some tales say a god, and some say it was a jealous Circe).Multiple times a day, I find myself going back to Insta, back to solemonarch (monarch, she thinks she’s a queen, ugh), staring at the photos like they’re made of non-Euclidean geometry. As I scurry around the kitchen like a humble servant, preparing dinner for the Sole Monarch coming to visit me later tonight, I realise the description fits me more and more with every passing day.

One foot is planted firmly on the floor, while the other dangles at an angle, the ankle slightly rotated – like her foot is being proffered to some kind of… supplicant. And a new opportunity is coming up: for the second weekend in a row, Frank will be away on a work event. I can see his gaze lingering on Holly's boot, and that alone clarifies to me on such a bone-deep level why Holly has her claws into him in a way I could never even dream of. I am now her defeated footstool, something less than human, a lesbian cuck pet that the abyss has swallowed whole. However, whether Mia actually does what Elena wanted her to is your prerogative- she might have fallen too far in love to even dream about playing her role of cruel Goddess, she might still be so mad that she was kidnapped that she crushes poor Elena to bits.

Besides, she won’t know it was me, just like she didn’t know I purchased a set of premium foot pics from her, back when I still believed this was all a matter of curiosity, rather than attraction. As Holly's foot directs my pace, I start fucking my face on the foot in my mouth, making wet, squelching, slurping, gagging noises that qualify and cement my new status in the household.