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

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I prepare myself for the night, and then spend the waning hours of my day immersed in comfortable study of Holly’s secret Instagram account. They are a vessel of Holly’s victory over me, and the psychological effect they have on me is devastating.

I suck each toe individually - the sweaty taste is gone, thanks to the tongue bath I provided earlier, and any remaining toe jam has long since been scooped into my mouth - but this hardly matters to my devastated cuckquean brain, which is completely fried at this point.

He barely lets me finish the sentence before sprinting off towards the balcony, ready for his phone chat. The truth is, I am so devoured by my own arousal that I'm barely thinking about Frank, even as Holly details how she's going to break us up. When Frank leaves for the night, the old warmth is there in his hug and his kiss, and I already feel better about myself. I’ll throw my hard-earned money, and my humiliated worship, at Holly, my new owner, my sole monarch.

And yet, that is exactly the scenario I find myself contemplating, as I sit alone in my empty apartment. Holly cackles evilly at the question, but I only lick my lips in anticipation, the blood pumping so hard I can hear its roar in my ears. I rush to my phone, which I’d left charging on the opposite side of the living room, and quickly move to find out. Her right foot withdraws from my mouth, and I find myself grimacing at the sadistic witticism behind her words. Looking the part is all well and good," Holly says, clearly forcing herself back into the role of a stern domme.

Four friends on vacation save a girl freezing out in the snow, and out of gratitude she reveals herself as a sorceress!

It’s like I can’t unsee the fact that they’re all around us, out here in the world, even though I don’t know who they are. 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. When Frank is here, I can get relief in a more conventional way, or so I tell myself as I start working through a few house chores.A lot of people wonder if they are weird or perverted for having a foot fetish, but I can tell you it's actually quite common," Aviva says. It's devastating, like a hammer striking my nervous system, making every muscle in my body tremble with tension and pleasure.

I stop cold, and turn back to face her, hoping my cheeks aren’t as noticeably reddened as I fear they are. Occasionally, they will be crossed at the ankles, and maybe resting atop something, and that one is clearer: relaxation. My slutty maid outfit clinging around my curves like a lover's embrace, my legs folded beneath me as I kneel on the floor, I throw myself at Holly's feet like a trick-turning whore. I mean, I know mine do in similar situations… what I’m really asking is, do they have someone taking care of them? Third, the plot that is developing and its complexity, with the deal making/AI tricking scheme Crystal is developing, combined with her real life self following a quite parallel track but the other way, from secure to hell, is, for me, of top thriller quality.I recently got into a reltionship with a woman who will never walk and was surprised to find that no story exists (That I can find) with a woman without the use of her legs. Shrunk by your girlfriend she uses you to test the physical and mental boundaries of what you can endure as a tiny. A striking realisation pierces the hazy fog and hits me – I’ve never orgasmed so hard, not in my entire life. The familiar taste of Holly's foot sweat greets me, as her toes worm their way past my lips and into my mouth.