sissyslut cums on mistress’s feet

The tantalizing title alone, “Sissyslut Cums on Mistress’s Feet,” promises a deliciously naughty tale. This is a story of submission, taboo desires, and the ultimate act of worship. Let’s delve into the steamy, 1,000-word account, shall we?

It was a sweltering summer day when Jasmine, our tattooed transgender vixen, found herself kneeling before her Mistress, Chanel. The air was thick with tension and the scent of Jasmine’s arousal. Her big, semi-erect cock nestled between her shapely thighs, throbbing with anticipation.

Chanel lounged on her velvet chaise, a look of wicked delight on her face. Her stiletto-heeled feet, freshly painted a glossy red, were placed atop Jasmine’s broad shoulders. “Suck them,” Chanel commanded, wiggling her toes tempting. “Worship your Mistress like the sissyslut you are.”

Jasmine’s pulse quickened, her pussy juice trickling down her thighs. She had fantasized about this moment for weeks. Reverently, she took Chanel’s big toe into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. The taste of leather and Chanel’s musky skin was intoxicating.

She began to moan as she took more digits into her mouth, sucking them lewdly, her snake bites glinting in the lamplight. Spittle dribbled down her chin, her mascara starting to smear from her heavy-lidded gaze. Chanel sighed in pleasure, wiggling her toes deeper into Jasmine’s willing mouth.

Suddenly, Chanel withdrew her feet. Jasmine whimpered in protest, already craving their velvety touch. Without a word, Chanel placed her feet on Jasmine’s hard cock. Jasmine shuddered as Chanel began to rub her soles up and down the thick shaft. A pearl of pre-cum glistened at the tip.

Chanel giggled as Jasmine’s hips bucked involuntarily. “Does my slutty little sissygirl like that?” she taunted, picking up the pace. The slick friction drove Jasmine wild. Juices gushed from her aching pussy, smearing on Chanel’s feet.

Jasmine panted and moaned, lost in the exquisite sensation. Her cock throbbed painfully, reaching its limit. With a strangled cry, she tumbled over the edge, thick ropes of cum erupting from her cock. It splattered over Chanel’s soles and toes, glistening obscenely.

Chanel raised a cum-covered foot to Jasmine’s lips. “clean up the mess,” she ordered, her voice husky. Jasmine opened her mouth wide, lapping at the salty-sweet fluid coating Chanel’s skin. She sucked each toe clean, savoring the taste of her release.

Spent and sated, Jasmine slumped against the chaise. Chanel stroked her hair, a satisfied smile playing at her lips. “Such a good sissyslut,” she cooed. “Now, clean up this sticky mess with your tongue and you might earn your Mistress’s pussy later.”

Jasmine moaned. Kneeling before Chanel, she began the long, erotic task of licking up every last drop of cum on her mistress’s feet. The sight of the inked transgender beauty tongue-bathing Chanel’s feet, in the midst of her own juices, painted a deliciously depraved picture.

In the distance, the late summer sun began to set, casting everything in a warm, amber glow. But it was the tableau before the window – Jasmine’s serving lips and Chanel’s triumphant smirk – that symbolized true summer bliss. Falal. The end.