An Encounter 4
He seems surprised. He is looking upwards, at my pussy. This makes me even angrier, so I shove the foot in his open mouth and shout:
“Lick, bitch! What did you think I would make you lick?! The GOODIES are for real men, not for slaves!”
He still can’t make up his mind what to do with my nyloned foot which is now filling his mouth. I take the toes out of the filthy hole and I tell him to lick them thoroughly, until the smell of sweat will go away. Errr I think he is not much a foot-fetishist, because his cock is not so swollen anymore. Oh well, what do I care?! I want to humiliate the bastard and he will do as I want. He is my prisoner, after all. He is now getting used to the task he keeps licking the toe…. up and down, up and down his tongue goes, again reminding me of a snail because of the trail of spit it leaves on my stockings.
“Enough, boy! It is now time for you to show me what that pricklet of yours can do! Start rubbing it slowly until it becomes VERY HARD! Yes, like that. Now stroke it for an hour while I am having some more fun with your tongue. Keep licking my leg, go upwards! Lick the leather boot… the nylon again… I will look at the clock from time to time. Under no circumstances are you allowed to cum!”
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He’s a slave. It shouldn’t matter whether he likes feet or not. It isn’t his decission. I notice you didn’t say if his hands are still cuffed or not. You could have him sitting on that freshly caned ass of his. He might think you were starting to thinking of him, at least till he sat on it. {LOL}
agree with john, lol!
I will look into the matter and edit
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