Luxury Foot Worship: A Slave’s Privilege being Edging and Controlled
Step into my opulent suite, my dear pet, where luxury and dominance intertwine. Observe me, poised and regal, adorned in exquisite Gatsby-era attire, my lace outfit and natural designer pearls shimmering in the dim light. Watch as I lounge in my chair, my polished black heels with fur detailing gently caressing your manhood, teasing and taunting with each delicate touch. As I elegantly puff on my vape, my presence overwhelms you. You’re under my spell, hard and yearning, as I edge you with my feet, mixing pleasure with exquisite pain. My touch, both a privilege and a torment, leaves you aching for release. But don’t be hasty – I am a master of control, and your climax is mine to command. You’ll be kept on edge, my power over you complete as I play and deny, drawing out your deepest desires. And when the moment is right, I’ll grant you the privilege of coming for me, your sperm meant to adorn my toes. There’s no escaping my dominance, as you’re compelled to clean every drop from my feet. Surrender to the game, where every touch, every command, and every humiliation is designed to elevate my pleasure and underscore your utter submission to my will.
