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“The Fetish Mistress and her Naughty Slave: A Tale of Blonde Domination”

In the dimly lit chamber, where the air was thick with anticipation and the scent of womanly musk, two delectable blondes sat across from each other on leopard print cushions. One, the Mistress, lounged regally, her long silky locks cascading over her heaving bosom. She regarded her infatuated slave girl with piercing ice-blue eyes, a smug smile playing on her glossed lips.

The other blonde, her hair cropped into a sassy pixie cut, knelt before her Mistress with trembling hands clasped together, stars of adoration dancing in her eyes. This was Amore, the eager and willing slave, desperate to please her alpha female. Today, that pleasure was to come in the form of worshipping her Mistress’s divine feet.

With a delicate slip of a foot, clad in a strappy, high-heeled fetish sandal, the Mistress beckoned her pet. “Come,” she purred, as a blush of arousal kissed Amore’s fair cheeks. “It’s time you show me the depths of your devotion.”

Amore crawled forward on hands and knees, her pert breasts swaying, until she could nuzzle her face into the crook of her Mistress’s kneading sole. She inhaled deeply, savoring the intoxicating bouquet. Prior owners, unkempt fungal colonies, salty sweat from long hours in skyscraper stilettos – all the flavors of her dom’s feet mingled to create an aphrodisiac overload. “Mmmm, pffft, miss…”

The Mistress let out a throaty chuckle, clearly amused by her slave’s keenness. “Not so quick now, slut. You know the rules.” Her voice turned stern. “Beg for what you want like the good bitch you are.”

“Please, Mistress,” Amore whimpered desperately. “May I have the honor of licking your heavenly feet clean? I’ll tongue every inch of your perfect, sexy soles with gusto!”

“Well, since you asked so nicely…” The Mistress trailed off with a toss of her golden silken mane. She adjusted her crossed legs, allowing Amore a better view of her alluring tootsies. “Get to work then, whore.”

The action was on. Amore drove her face into the cares of her goddess’s feet, tongue lashing out. Whorish slurping sounds filled the air as she licked and lapped at the sweaty crevices, savoring every bead of pungent dew. She sucked each dainty toe into her mouth, swishing her tongue around them before releasing with a wet pop.

“Oooh, you are multi-tongue are you not?” the Mistress cooed. “No amount of soap and water can cleanse the sin from this dirty harlot.” Her other foot ground against Amore’s face. “Clench your thighs together like the desperate slut you are. I can see your need dripping down your legs.”

Amore complied at once, her erotic essence trickling down her skinny legs as she lost herself in the foot worship. She practically choked herself on a sandal, working it into her mouth as far as possible. After a thorough cleaning, she spat it out and attacked the other foot with equal fervor.

Through it all, the Mistress watched with growing satisfaction, relishing the control she held over her slave. She wiggled her high arched toes right by Amore’s flushed, needy face. “Do you want more, whore? Beg for your Mistress to put you in your place!”

“Please, m’lady!” Amore gasped out. “Force your divine foot down my throat! DO IT!”

With a wicked laugh, the Mistress obliged. Her foot, still damp with Amore’s saliva, thrust into her pet’s eager mouth. The slave’s lips latched onto it greedily as it made its way to the back of her throat. Amore choked, spit dripping down her chin, but couldn’t get enough, insensate with lust.

The Mistress enjoyed the lewd sight for minutes longer before withdrawing, letting her trailer catch its breath after a mighty coughing fit. She knew the best was yet to come. Turning her ankle, she dug her toes into the folds of Amore’s cunt, pushing aside panties to gain access directly to her weeping slit.

Amore let out a shocked but decadently ecstatic squeal. “Oh gods, Mistressss!” It was too intense, her glassy, desire-crazed eyes fluttered up to look adoringly at her dominatrix. “Thank you for using your heavenly feet on my dirty slut pussy!”

“Shhh, you’ve ruined your cunt for men now,” the Mistress purred. “I’ve made it my property, just like the rest of you.” She plunged her toes in and out of Amore’s slippery hole, fucking her pet viciously with her tender, touchable foot.

Amore moaned senselessly, head thrown back, as her Mistress abused her. The pounding of wet pussy meat and squishing juices melded with her otherworldly cries in a symphony of submission. feeling pressure build in her core, she looked beseechingly up at her imperious blonde.

“Mistress, may this lowly cum slut come? Pleeeease!”

“You may, pet,” came the queenly reply. “Do it all over my divine toes. Now!”

“Yes Mistress!” Amore nearly screamed as she came, bucking into the plunging perfect feet. Her cunt clenched and spasmed, trying to suck the digits deeper even as a torrent of girlspunk sprayed from her quaking hole.

The Mistress rode out her pet’s climax, milking every last drop of fuck-cream from the slut. Only after Amore collapsed on the floor, panting and shuddering in the afterglow, did she allow her foot to slide free from the mess of wetness.

With a critical eye, she inspected her repurposed toes. “You’ve made a sticky, cum-covered mess of my perfect feet now, haven’t you?” She pronounced in a stern tone. “I’ll need to find a new way to punish this filthy pussy-spuking whore… But not today.”

She smirked as her trembling slave gazed up at her in sheepish adulation. “Get me a basin to wash my feet,” the Mistress commanded imperiously. “Then get to kissing each square inch of my blessed skin dry. You don’t want to air dry after licking and drooling all over them.”

Amore nodded and scurried to do her Mistress’s bidding, grateful for the gracing of her goddess’s touch. “As you command, your brilliance!”

And so the cycle of depravity and bliss continued, as the blonde attitude dom and foot-craving sub played their sadomasochistic game of lick, fuck, worship, and conquer.