fetishtainment

I’m still sitting so comfortably in my big armchair, my long sexy legs casually draped over the armrest. Right at my feet kneels my devoted slave, exactly where he belongs.

He still has my worn, fragrant stockings stuffed deep in his slave mouth and has to serve my bare feet at the same time. The nylon is warm, stretched, and soaked with the smell of a long day. He breathes around it, muffled, obedient, while my soles rest heavy on his face.

I wrap my toes tightly around his nose and push it deep between them — right where the foot sweat is the strongest and most intense. Soft skin, heat, and that thick, ripe scent close in on him. Breathe it in deeply, you pathetic foot dog. Don’t pull away. Stay there until your lungs are full of me.

23 minutes of hot foot domination with a young, pretty Turkish mistress. That is what you are in. Not a quick lick. The full session. My chair, my legs, my feet on your face, and you stay kneeling until the time is done.

Then you get to lick my big Turkish feet, size 42 EU. Look at them — so hot, so perfect, with this deep red, glossy nail polish shining under the light. Long toes, high arches, heavy soles. It’s a huge honor for you to be allowed to worship these divine feet.

Lick every single inch. From the heel up over the arch, along the ball, all the way to the tips. Suck my toes deep into your mouth, slide your tongue between them and taste every drop of my flavor. Slow. Thorough. Grateful. While doing so, you look up at me and adore your Turkish Goddess with your eyes. Don’t look away.

As a reward, I slap your face hard with my heavy feet — left, right, left, right. The weight lands clean across your cheeks. They turn nice and red while you keep licking. You don’t stop. You don’t complain. You just take it and go back to work.

Lick… lick… lick. My stockings stay in your mouth. My feet stay on your face. And I stay right here, comfortable, watching my slave do exactly what he was made for.