herfootrest
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The woman, named Mrs. Jones, had always been a dominant and controlling person. She loved nothing more than exerting her power over others, especially men. As she aged, her desires only grew stronger and she found herself craving more and more control.
One of her favorite ways to assert her dominance was by degrading and humiliating men, especially through foot worship. So when she met John, a man who was eager to please and had a particular interest in serving dominant women, she knew she had found the perfect plaything.
Mrs. Jones invited John over to her house, where she sat in a luxurious armchair with her feet propped up on a footstool. John was instructed to get on his knees and crawl over to her, his eyes fixed on her feet. With a wicked smile, Mrs. Jones commanded him to start licking her dirty soles clean.
John obeyed eagerly, his tongue working diligently to remove all traces of dirt and grime from her feet. As he worked, Mrs. Jones watched his submissive display with satisfaction, occasionally smirking and teasing him for being such a lowly foot slave.
After her feet were cleaned to her satisfaction, Mrs. Jones got up and walked over to the dining table, motioning for John to follow her. She sat down at the head of the table and told John to lay down on the floor under the table, with his head right by her feet.
John complied, unsure of what was about to happen next. He soon found out as Mrs. Jones began to absentmindedly use his face as a footrest while she ate her dinner. She would occasionally wiggle her toes or press her feet down harder on his face, just to remind him of his place beneath her.
As she finished her meal, Mrs. Jones announced that she needed to use the bathroom before bed. With a wicked grin, she told John to stay put as she got up and walked to the nearby bathroom. A few moments later, she returned with a sly smirk on her face.
Without warning, Mrs. Jones straddled John's face and lowered herself onto it, using him as her personal toilet. John could do nothing but lay there and take it, humiliated and degraded by this powerful woman.
Satisfied with her use of John, Mrs. Jones got up and walked away, leaving him lying on the floor covered in her waste. As she climbed into bed, she couldn't help but smile, knowing that she had once again asserted her dominance and left a man completely under her control.
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Marry me Mrs. Jones - 
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