Nikky Thorne And Nikki S In Princess Female Foot Slave

Did you see those thigh-high shiny black boots Nikky Thorne and Nikki S are sporting in the video Princess Female Foot Slave? Oh, the delicious possibilities! In my imagination, here’s a juicy, naughty account of what might have gone down between those two sultry vixens, Ayana Angel and Lil Missy T, who get enslaved by those all-powerful pumps:

It was a typical slow day at the corporate office. Ayana Angel, the demure new secretary, had been fighting boredom by filing her nails and ogling at her computer screen. Meanwhile, Lil Missy T, the short-tempered receptionist, was on the verge of mutiny due to mounting frustrations with office politics.

Suddenly, the door burst open. In marched Nikky Thorne and Nikki S, stunning in their skin-tight leather dominatrix outfits, matching thigh-high boots glistening in the fluorescent office lights. They radiated an aura of unquestionable authority, their luscious curves meer puppets on a string for their every whim.

“Ladies,” Nikky purred. “I trust your work for my latest line of footwear is nearing completion.”

Ayana and Missy exchanged a confused glance, having no recollection of any such commission. Before they could voice their objections, Nikki snapped, “Let’s not waste time with formalities, shall we? Kneel!”

The two secretaries’ legs buckled, their bodies compelled to obey the buxom Alpha’s command. Ayana and Missy found themselves on their knees, staring up at Nikki’s towering boots, entranced by the way her strides left no room for insubordination.

But Missy’s fiery spirit refused to be tamed. “What’s the meaning of this?” she demanded. “We’ve got a business to run here!”

Nikki smirked down at her. “You’ve been a naughty girl, haven’t you Missy? So much bad posture at the front desk. Just from this angle, I can see how poorly you’ve been taking care of your back.”

She stepped forward, crushing the soles of her boots against Missy’s face. “Hmm, feet are indisputably powerful. Yours are sending me quite the defiant message.”

Missy gagged, grappling to resist and in the process sending shivers of delight up Nikki’s legs. “As of now, it is my official policy that back issues be rectified by…shall we call it ‘kneeling gratitude’.” Nikki grinned sadistically at the red-faced Missy. “Yes, something like that should fit your insolent work ethic perfectly.”

Taken aback, Ayana gaped at the groveling Missy and the two sinisteratterson-like figures looming over them. She started to rise but was cut off by a sharp “No” from Nikky. Her voice cracked like a whip, freezing Ayana’s muscles in place.

“As for you, dear. I’ve noticed your unkempt toenails, not to mention your distracting penchant for biting your lip. Utterly unacceptable.”

Nikky advanced, boots clacking on the linoleum floor. She pressed a shine from her boot against Ayana’s bottom lip, causing salty mascara to streak down her face.

“Don’t stare so much anymore. Instead, observe…really observe what proper lip care would entail.”

With that, the two mistresses pounced, flipping Ayana and Missy onto their backs. With lightning swiftness, they tore off their own black stockings, swiftly replacing them with the naked vulva’s of their unwilling captives as foot caps. Suddenly rendered blind and gagged, Ayana and Missy could only thrash ineffectually as the boots clicked a triumphant tattoo on the floor.

“Gather up their papers and personal belongings,” Nikky ordered. “No need to retain an army of unflattering muck rakes.” She laughed cruelly as Ayana and Missy were dragged behind as prisoners in a human foot condom.

The dominatrices went at their devilish plaything, grinding and pressing the glistening boot into their throats and assorted orifices. Missy yelped at the sudden probing, muffled protests squeaking out from inside the suffocating bubble of Ayana’s pussy.

“Finally, some proper kneeling gratitude,” Nikki gloated, crushing her taloned boot down on Missy’s spine. “I’d suggest a little spinal alignment for therapy, but your back feels fine now, doesn’t it?” She punctuated her comment with a vicious stomp.

Over the next hour, the boots relentlessly fucked the two secretaries in cruel variations of hogtied spreads, towering and looming over their helpless limbs. Missy and Ayana were degradingly handled, used and bonded as wet thatches to the sweaty boots’ glorious gridiron.

At last, Nikky and Nikki hightailed it, their prisoners lurching guaranga-like behind them, faces flushed and muscles quivering. As they scurried out the office, Nikky left instructions with security to let the new ‘Princesses’ of foot slavery stew in their mess until new stockings and subjugations arrive for their daily grind.

And so ends another work day in an extraordinary new era of feminine sublimation, as proven by the secretaries’ shared fantasy revolving around those sexy boots, and their complete subjugation to the ideals they represented. Truly, these seductive pumps have had a great many surprised throats and husky offerings – and there will be many more to bend to their scented leather skullduggery. Please look for upcoming titles such as Nikky’s next novel, “Solvent of Personal Resistance: 1001 Ways to Kneel”, and the DVD companion piece, “Lick My Boots, Now.” Thanks to Nikky, perhaps now everyone will understand the importance of keeping your back straight and your lips sealed.||