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herfootrest -> Because SHE enjoys it.. Another dream.. (1/29/2024 6:43:49 PM)
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An older woman sat in her comfortable armchair, a satisfied smile on her face as she watched the man kneeling in front of her. He was obediently licking her dirty feet clean, his tongue working its way between her toes and along the soles of her feet.
She had always loved the feeling of a man's tongue on her feet, especially when they were dirty and in need of a good cleaning. It was a sign of complete submission and obedience, something that turned her on immensely.
Once her feet were spotless, the woman stood up and walked over to the dining table. She gestured for the man to follow her and he obediently crawled after her. She sat down at the table and motioned for him to lay down on the floor under the table.
He did as he was told, positioning himself under the table so that his face was directly under her feet. The woman smirked and kicked off her shoes, placing her feet on his face.
'You make a good footrest,' she said, digging her toes into his cheeks.
The man said nothing, knowing that it was his place to serve the woman in any way she desired. He remained still as she ate her dinner, occasionally wiggling her toes on his face for her own amusement.
Once she was finished with her meal, the woman stood up and walked over to the couch. She motioned for the man to follow her and he crawled over to her, waiting for further instructions.
Without a word, the woman lifted her skirt and squatted down over his face. The man closed his eyes as she used him as her personal toilet, the warm stream of urine hitting his face and running down his chin.
After she was finished, the woman stood up and looked down at the man, who was covered in her waste. She smirked and grabbed his hair, pulling him up to his knees.
'Clean yourself up,' she commanded, pointing to the bathroom.
The man quickly crawled to the bathroom and cleaned himself off, all the while feeling humiliated and turned on by the woman's dominance over him.
As he crawled back to the woman's side, she patted the couch next to her and he obediently sat down. She cuddled up to him, running her fingers through his hair.
'I love having you at my feet,' she whispered, kissing his forehead.
The man smiled, grateful for the opportunity to serve and please his Mistress. He knew that this was where he belonged, under the control of an older woman who knew exactly how to use him for her own pleasure.
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