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My slave lives for the touch of My feet—and today, I decide just how much he gets. I start by toying with his arousal, stroking and teasing him with My feet while he's helpless beneath Me. I slide My toes over his sock, playing with the fabric, brushing against him just enough to drive him mad with need. His moans grow louder, desperate—but I’m in no rush. When I’m ready, I add a little lube and intensify the torment. Slow, controlled movements. Just enough pressure. Over and over again, I edge him to the brink—only to pull back, laughing as he squirms and begs for release. Finally, when I’ve taken every last drop of control from him, I give a cruelly sweet command: cum on My perfect feet. And then? He licks it up—every last drop. Just the way a good footslut should.