Sahibe ayakları yüksek topuklu çizmeler ve naylon ayaklarla yüzüne saksıyor - 2

The Mistress enters, her boots clicking slowly. I'm already kneeling, my heart racing, as she approaches the sofa. Her boots. Oh god, her boots. I know I have to clean it. Every inch. She smirks, playing with the whip. I won't disobey, but no matter what I do, she'll punish me. And I'll deserve it. Then, the zipper slides down. My hands tremble as I gently remove her boots. Black tights greet me, warm and. Sweaty. The aroma hits me like a wave. Her feet, right in front of me. I part my lips, ready. Her sweaty feet press closer, leaving moisture on my skin. These aren't new tights. She's worn them many times before, just for me. To make them. Stronger. I lick, savoring the flavor, every inch, every wrinkle. My world narrows to her soles and toes. I'm staring up, on a leash, as she extends her feet toward me. My own saliva cling to her nylon toes. I'm frozen, entranced, waiting for her next order.