Kiss the feet of your Mistress
The strict dominatrix stands in front of you, a commanding presence in her black skirt, pantyhose, and high heels. The sound of the riding crop tapping against her palm fills the silence as she looks down at you with a piercing gaze.
"Well, well, well… look at you. All the way down there, waiting for permission. You must understand that nothing happens until I say so. The power here lies in my hands… quite literally."
"Now, you’re going to be obedient, aren’t you? You’re going to do exactly what I say. I want you to kiss my feet. You see, this isn’t about you, not really. It’s about your submission, your respect. Do you understand?"
She steps closer, her heels clicking against the floor as she moves, standing just within your reach.
"You will kiss my feet. Not out of obligation, but because I’ve decided it. I expect nothing less than complete adoration. Every time your lips touch my feet, it’s a reminder of your place, your devotion, your willingness to serve. Now, look at me. I’m giving you the opportunity to show your respect."
She raises an eyebrow, a soft smirk on her lips as she watches you closely.
"You know what to do, don’t you? Don’t make me ask again. My patience isn’t endless, and you would do well to remember that."
With a sudden motion, she holds the crop close to you, pointing it downward.
"Kiss. My. Feet."
Her voice is cold and commanding, and she watches you intently, as if daring you to disobey.
"Now, you’re going to be obedient, aren’t you? You’re going to do exactly what I say. I want you to kiss my feet. You see, this isn’t about you, not really. It’s about your submission, your respect. Do you understand?"
She steps closer, her heels clicking against the floor as she moves, standing just within your reach.
"You will kiss my feet. Not out of obligation, but because I’ve decided it. I expect nothing less than complete adoration. Every time your lips touch my feet, it’s a reminder of your place, your devotion, your willingness to serve. Now, look at me. I’m giving you the opportunity to show your respect."
She raises an eyebrow, a soft smirk on her lips as she watches you closely.
"You know what to do, don’t you? Don’t make me ask again. My patience isn’t endless, and you would do well to remember that."
With a sudden motion, she holds the crop close to you, pointing it downward.
"Kiss. My. Feet."
Her voice is cold and commanding, and she watches you intently, as if daring you to disobey.
