Kiss My Feet Pervert!

On the prowl

I sat there, legs crossed, sipping on my coffee. I couldn’t help but watch the cute stranger sitting across from me. See, I can sense that beta energy. I can tell from the aura around the guy, the shy way he carries himself, and the clear look of sad desperation in his eyes. Of course, he seemed captivated by me. I kept a dominant poker face on. Sipping my cup and watching him intently as he tried to get a better look at me. Those submissive boys can barely handle eye contact with a powerful woman. If he can barely handle that, I can’t wait until I make him kiss my feet. Anything I make him do, we all know Mistress deserves it.

He was humiliated before I even began

His face was flushed every time he glanced over to me. When we would lock eyes he would quickly look away. Those perverted eyes of his would follow my beautiful body down. I was wearing a tight little beige pencil skirt with cute white heels that exposed my feet. My toes are freshly manicured in white. Naturally, I could sense he was a foot-loving pervert! As time went on, which for him surely felt like ages, I decided to make my move. He was incredibly flustered as he watched me put down my drink. While still staring at each other I pointed my index finger right at him. He looked stunned. I then turned my hand over and beckoned him to come to me. Then, he walked to me like a good little puppy.

You don’t get to kiss my feet THAT easily

Of course, a loser like him had no idea how to act in front of a Queen. I quickly demanded, “You must address me as your Mistress and do whatever I say. Got it?” He stuttered, “Y-yes Mistress.” Of course, he was a very eager submissive bitch. “Down!” I asserted as I pointed at the floor beneath my feet. He immediately knelt down. I affirmed that he was a good boy for doing that and gave him a soft head pat. He was so shy. I wasn’t sure if he would ever say a thing. To my surprise, he begged, “Mistress, may I please worship your feet?”

The world around us stood still as he served my feet

The pervert needed to show me how good of a servant he was. He started by gently unstrapping my heels. Then carefully cradled my feet as he slid my heels off. I couldn’t help but giggle at such a pathetic pervert. Getting hard over feet. All boys should act like this if they get the honor of serving me though. I proceeded to point my big toe and put it in his mouth. “You better suck my big toe like it’s a fucking lollipop”, I badgered. My big toe filled his mouth, and his tongue was circling it. I love to fuck your mouth with my foot. Watching you gag with delight. The hunger in your eyes tells me you want more. When I take my foot out of his mouth, I rub it all over his face. Finally, it’s time for you to kiss my feet. Take your time.

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