Worship My Feet, Slave!

My little slaves must worship my feet!

I have a few slaves who keep my phone ringing. I usually hear from them moments after I get home from a pedicure. It’s like they can smell the polish and creams I use from miles away! But what makes my slaves unique is that they not only worship the ground I walk on, but they worship my feet! Every curve of my arch is licked and every toe is sucked. Even my heels and stockings are handled with care.

My slaves will beg to worship my feet; most times, I don’t have to ask.

“Crawl to me, bitch!” is what I yell, but only because I like to see them squirm. They always comply. And as they crawl up, they get so close to my strappy heels and kiss my shoes. They are not to speak until they are spoken to, so I let them put their mouths on my shoes and lick them clean until I decide to ask, “Is my bitch ready to worship my feet?” And let me tell you, they’re all ready to worship my feet once I give them the opportunity. My stockinged feet slide out of my heels, revealing arches that are curved to perfection. With their mouths open and their tongues out, my slaves wait eagerly to taste me and my feet.

When my slaves worship my feet, everything else comes second to me.

That means no phone calls and no breaks, it’s all about me and my feet. I tie their hands behind their backs, then command my slaves to stay on their knees. They are not to stand, as they are below me now and they’re lucky I deem them worthy of my feet.  My slaves know they want to worship my feet, but I still love to hear them beg. I ask them over and over, “What do you desire, my slave?” as I taunt them with my stockinged feet.

“I want your beautiful feet Mistress Kiera!” they all reply. Well now, I suppose I could give them a taste. So I push the ball of my foot onto their face. And even then, they still have to ask permission to suck my toes.

“May I please suck your toes, mistress?”

“You are to remove my thigh-high stockings with your mouth, then lick in between my toes before you can suck them,” I instruct. After all, worshipping my feet must only be done by my obedient boys, and I want to make sure my slaves are paying attention. When my feet are licked clean, I finally give them permission to suck my toes. Soon, they have sucked every toe to perfection and my freshly painted red toes are warm and wet within my slave’s lips. I look down to see my slave’s cock; he’s rock solid and dripping precum.

I decided to give my slave the grace of untying his hands. But still, he is to only touch his cock the way I say. As he sucked on my toes, worshipping my feet, he stroked his cock and mumbled how I was so delicious. He sucked harder as he finally came for me. My slave thanked me for allowing him to worship my feet, I instructed him to return again next time for my next pedicure. And I said he could choose the next color that gets painted on my toes.

Get on your knees and do as you’re told! You are to Call Kiera, NOW! And while you’re at it, get some CreamPies from the Bake Sale and get some goodies.

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