On the first day she discovered my foot fetish, she put her feet in my lap for hours. She had me play with them and massage them, occasionally rubbing my cock through my jeans. We sat in silence for long stretches of time staring into each other while her feet rubbed me and danced in my hands. Making so much eye contact while being so turned on was hypnotic. Once under her spell, she plied me about my other fetishes. At the end of the night she commanded me to pray at her feet and to worship her, then she sent me home and told me to return tomorrow.
On the second day, she ordered me to strip then took my clothes away. She put a collar on my neck, led me into the living room, then she beat me, lightly at first but increasingly heavily until I was a crumpled mess of pain kissing her shoes begging for mercy. She then sat down on her couch and commanded me to kneel at her feet, remove her shoes, and pray. She masturbated while commanding me to worship her as a goddess, and accept that I am her slave, and describing to me everything that she would expect of me. After a while she had me lie on my back beside the couch while she smothered my face with her foot. She then had me masturbate until we came together. She rubbed her foot in my jizz and had me lick it clean, then smothered my face with both feet until I fell asleep there on the floor beneath her.
On the third day I stayed in her apartment, naked and under her total control all day long. In the morning she had me pray to her. She told me that my new religion involved a lot of fasting and that I wouldn't be allowed to eat today, and commanded me to kiss her feet eagerly and thank her profusely. She had me follow her around on all fours all day, kissing her feet at every opportunity. Whenever I took a break from constant worship, or when I wasn't showing enough devotion, she would smack me harshly. She relaxed on the couch, ignored me, and played on her phone for hours while I worshiped her perfect feet. Then she showed me my phone and commanded me to unlock it with my fingerprint. Then she had me lay on my back next to the couch, smothered my face with both feet, and tickled my balls with her nails while she got acquainted with my phone. "I own you, slave. Submit. Worship." At some point she had me provide my fingerprint again, then she jerked me off while telling me that she updated my phone to use her fingerprint instead of mine now, that I would be allowed no privacy from her, and that she controlled me completely. She finished me while commanding that I pray to her and telling me that I live for her and exist to serve and worship her.
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On the first day she discovered my foot fetish, she put her feet in my lap for hours. She had me play with them and massage them, occasionally rubbing my cock through my jeans. We sat in silence for long stretches of time staring into each other while her feet rubbed me and danced in my hands. Making so much eye contact while being so turned on was hypnotic. Once under her spell, she plied me about my other fetishes. At the end of the night she commanded me to pray at her feet and to worship her, then she sent me home and told me to return tomorrow.
On the second day, she ordered me to strip then took my clothes away. She put a collar on my neck, led me into the living room, then she beat me, lightly at first but increasingly heavily until I was a crumpled mess of pain kissing her shoes begging for mercy. She then sat down on her couch and commanded me to kneel at her feet, remove her shoes, and pray. She masturbated while commanding me to worship her as a goddess, and accept that I am her slave, and describing to me everything that she would expect of me. After a while she had me lie on my back beside the couch while she smothered my face with her foot. She then had me masturbate until we came together. She rubbed her foot in my jizz and had me lick it clean, then smothered my face with both feet until I fell asleep there on the floor beneath her.
On the third day I stayed in her apartment, naked and under her total control all day long. In the morning she had me pray to her. She told me that my new religion involved a lot of fasting and that I wouldn't be allowed to eat today, and commanded me to kiss her feet eagerly and thank her profusely. She had me follow her around on all fours all day, kissing her feet at every opportunity. Whenever I took a break from constant worship, or when I wasn't showing enough devotion, she would smack me harshly. She relaxed on the couch, ignored me, and played on her phone for hours while I worshiped her perfect feet. Then she showed me my phone and commanded me to unlock it with my fingerprint. Then she had me lay on my back next to the couch, smothered my face with both feet, and tickled my balls with her nails while she got acquainted with my phone. "I own you, slave. Submit. Worship." At some point she had me provide my fingerprint again, then she jerked me off while telling me that she updated my phone to use her fingerprint instead of mine now, that I would be allowed no privacy from her, and that she controlled me completely. She finished me while commanding that I pray to her and telling me that I live for her and exist to serve and worship her.