Ultimate Footslave Dream: A Femdom Chastity Foot Fetish Collection

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Anyway, after she sends me to fetch her ice cream at the store, I return and she tells me to get my bowl because she has to pee. I presented my special bowl and she tells me to bow down with my face to the floor. “Thank you Goddess.” I said as I obeyed. I tried to look up and watch her pee and she scolded me. “Head DOWN. What? Are you trying to see? You can hear it. That’s good enough for you.” I’m so over the moon right now. Goddess had me over for dinner and then I gave her the new shoes I bought her and she loved them. I worshipped and massaged her feet while she relaxed and enjoyed her show and talked to her friend on the phone.

We'll see how you feel in about thirty minutes". she said. After ejaculating my penis wanted to go limpWho did I recruit for this mission? My neighbor. She was (she moved later) an airline flight attendant and married to a successful engineer. We live in a city with row houses with common walls. We knew that she and her husband had a happy sexually fulfilling marriage — thanks to the common walls. We knew them pretty well and had the occasional dinner. Her husband was a runner and it was obvious that he was in good shape. I confided in her and asked her to be the key holder. She immediately thought it would be great fun. Unfortunately, her husband was not amused and was not willing to participate in any way. I didn’t tell my husband, but simply invited her over for coffee about a week later. She was wearing the key. Satin briefs, silk bikinis, and a huge assortment of beautiful control briefs and ruffly tennis panties awaited my attention. I paid close attention to each pair, scrubbing the crotches with a little brush. For each pair I would empty the sink, refill it with cool clear water, and rinse them thoroughly. Then, I hung each one on its own individual hanger and let them drip into the tub. sure hahahaha, you’ve seen her feet , they def need some work. In fact I may shrink down your mother and engorged only to be stopped by the tube into which it was imprisoned. After a few hours of watching us

We go into the hair dresser’s salon room and she’s super sweet. She offers us some wine and we all have a glass and sort of chill. Eventually Goddess tells me to get down on my knees and give Wendi (the hair dresser) the money. “Count it as you give her the money, show her what a good boy you are.” Goddess said. I came in a matter of moments. A great sense of relief swept over me. My bottom was on fire and I was for having been a "bad boy" and reaching climax. Ann applied the brush another 312 times before I wasShe eventually told me to get up cuz her friend was coming over to study. I asked her if there was anything else I could do for her. She thought then told me to vacuum her apartment.

across the top. At the base where my feet would rest were leather cuffs which could secure my ankles.and relax. The machine wouldn't let it. It was milking me. My penis was being rubbed raw and the pain They wanted to see a good old fashioned, over the knee spanking, and would not stop until they got to see