Dominant gothic girl bullying her neighbour (footdom, femdom, foot worship, gothic feet, czech feet)

Title: “leted by Gothic Goddess”

The sun was just beginning to set, casting an eerie orange glow across the neighborhood. In one of the houses, a stunning gothic beauty lounged on her plush couch. Her name was Alina, and she was an exquisite blend of humans’ darkest desires and purest fantasies.

Alina’s hair was as pitch black as the starless night sky, cascading down her back in silky waves. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, framed by long, fluttering lashes. Her porcelain skin seemed to glow from within, set off by the deep red of her lips and the rich, velvety hue of her dress. The garment hugged her curves in all the right places, accentuating her lithe, toned body.

She was a certified at the neighborhood school, renowned for her unrelenting wrath and cruel pranks she played on those who displeased her. And she loved tormenting her shy, mousy neighbor, Piotrek, just for the sheer amusement of it.

Piotrek was your quintessential geek – nerdy, overweight, and painfully shy. His life revolved around his graphics tablets and video games, and he scarcely ever ventured outside. However, Piotrek possessed an impressive set of talents, particularly his uncanny ability to draw and paint. His Instagram feed was brimming with stunning works – images of otherworldly creatures, breathtaking landscapes, and profile pictures of celebrities rendered in vivid detail.

One fateful day, Piotrek made the grave error of uploading a profile picture of Alina herself. Barely five minutes later, Alina barged into his room, her lithe body trembling with fury. “What the hell are you doing, you little creep?” she shrieked, her voice transcending octaves. “You dare post a picture of me online, you sick pervert?!”

Piotrek stuttered and stammered, trying to explain himself. However, Alina was having none of it. She stormed out, vowing to get her revenge. Piotrek sighed in relief, assuming that it would be over. Oh, how wrong he was.

Over the next few days, Piotrek began noticing strange things – his Xbox became possessed, his PC bootlooped, and his artwork vanished from his Instagram feed. It wasn’t long before he realized the perpetrator behind his misfortune – Alina.

Piotrek tried reasoning with his tormentor, but to no avail. Alina delighted in depraved acts of cruelty, taking sinister glee in Piotrek’s demise. And so, Piotrek learned that Alina could be relentless when it came to cruel acts of retribution.

One chilly evening, Piotrek felt the sudden urge to use the restroom. As he approached the lavatory, he heard the faint sound of moaning and grunting. Crawling closer to the door, Piotrek discovered the horrifying truth – his mother was in the shower with not one, but two of his childhood tormentors!

Piotrek wasn’t sure what to make of it all. He felt betrayed, but he couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of excitement as well. Perhaps it was time to take matters into his own hands and put an end to Alina’s reign of terror once and for all.

And so, Piotrek crept into Alina’s room and captured her feet in a firm grip. Alina whimpered, her eyes wide with terror as Piotrek began to grope her soles and arches. He massaged her feet with a mix of passion and rage, his hands working over her skin with a palpable sense of determination.

Alina tried to break free, but Piotrek held her tight. He reveled in the power he had over her, the way her body trembled and shook with each touch. As he worked his magic, Alina’s breathing grew heavier, her moans louder and more desperate.

Finally, Piotrek brought her soles to his mouth and began to mouth and lick at her feet. Alina shuddered and gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head. She was overcome by the intensity of the sensations, the mix of pain and pleasure. And as Piotrek worshipped at the altar of her feet, Alina couldn’t help but wonder if she had finally met her match.

In the end, Piotrek emerged victorious – Alina was his to command now, his to possess. And as he basked in the glow of his triumph, Piotrek couldn’t help but grin – revenge had never felt so good.