The door clicked shut behind him, the sound echoing in the quiet hallway. He dropped to his knees without hesitation.Mistress Kylie stood, one hip cocked, arms crossed. Her feet were perfect, arches high in black heels. He pressed his lips to her right foot first, then the left, worshiping with reverent kisses. Mistress Kylie demanded he remove his clothes and she produced a black leather collar from her pocket, the metal buckle cold as she fastened it around his neck. A matching leash followed, its length coiled in her fist like a serpent. She tugged once, sharp and insistent. "Heel." He scrambled after her on hands and knees, the leash jingling with each movement across the hard floor into her bedroom. The scent of her perfume—jasmine and leather—hung thick in the air. "Worship," she ordered, settling onto the edge of the bed. He lavished attention on her feet, licking between each toe, sucking them into his mouth one by one while his hands worked her arches. She rubbed her feet against his aching cock against her soles, the friction making his balls tighten. "Enough." Kylie swung her legs onto the bed. "Tie me down." He secured her wrists to the corners of the bed pulling the knots tight enough to bite into her skin, Her ankles followed, spreading her wide, her shaved pussy glistening in the dim light. He knelt between her thighs, inhaling her musky arousal before diving in, his tongue circling her clit, then delving deep to taste her folds. The vibrating wand hummed to life in his hand. He pressed it against her swollen bud while his fingers pumped inside her, curling to hit that spot that made her back arch. Her breath hitched, hips bucking against her restraints. He grabbed the realistic dildo from the drawer, its cool surface a contrast to her heat. As he slid it deep, he twisted the wand's intensity higher. Kylie's body tensed, thighs trembling as her orgasm crashed through her, a cry of pleasure escaping her lips. Before she could recover, he fitted a ball gag between her teeth, buckling it tight behind her head and adding more rope to her legs holding her in on her back in a frog tie. He worships her feet once more and places Mistress kylie’s soles around his cock. She slide her feet up and down making him harder and harder. His own need was urgent now, cock throbbing, the tip already leaking. Positioning himself, he drove into her still-pulsing pussy, . Her eyes widened, muffled sounds vibrating around the gag as he fucked her hard, each thrust deeper than the last until he filled her wet pussy, cumming inside her.