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Oh pet, I hope you are ready to lick them! I sashayed into the room, my slender legs and stiletto heels drawing the gaze of all who dared to look. I reached up to smooth a stray lock of blonde hair behind my ear, a coy smile playing on my lips as I eyed the trembling figure on the floor, prostrate before me like the lowly worm he was.
“Stand up, my pet,” I commanded, my voice dripping with disdain. “You have a task to complete, one befitting your station.”
As he rose on shaky legs, I began to walk in small circles, making sure to drag my heels across the plush carpet, leaving a trail of dust and potential filth in my wake. I could sense his eyes, wide with a mix of fear and longing, fixed upon the soles of my feet, now coated in the dirt of the room.
Lick Them
“Now,” I purred, pausing to give him a full view of my grubby toes, “I want you to show your goddess the respect she deserves. Get down on your knees and lick the bottoms of my feet, no matter how filthy they may be. And do it now, before I lose my patience altogether.”
His face contorted. It was a mix of revulsion and adoration as he fell to his knees, bringing his face nearer to the sullied soles. I could feel his hot breath on my skin as he began to worship my feet. But he did his duty, his tongue tracing the contours of each toe, cleaning them with an almost religious fervor.
“It’s about time you learned your place, you pathetic creature,” I sneered, my hips swaying as I inspected my toes, now pristine once more. “Lick them. Worship them. Remember, this is all you are worthy of from your goddess Diana.”
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