The combination of her foot scent, and her sweat now accumulating on my tongue, is making me feel heady, almost like it's an alcoholic concoction. Holly cackles evilly at the question, but I only lick my lips in anticipation, the blood pumping so hard I can hear its roar in my ears. Submission is in taking this unfairness like a loser bitch… and when my brain phrases it like that, there’s no mistaking the shiver of arousal that ripples across my body.

I get as close as I dare, close enough that I can smell the soft scent of his hair – and then pounce, tickling his shoulders. so, the lesbian sets out to increase Mia's confidence in herself, so that she can be the personal toy to a sexy, titanic Goddess . On the other hand, she's full of praise for the food, and for my meekness, and that makes me glow with warmth and pride.

Holly has placed her booted foot atop me, the heel digging into my scalp, the tip resting against my neck. And a new opportunity is coming up: for the second weekend in a row, Frank will be away on a work event. One foot is planted firmly on the floor, while the other dangles at an angle, the ankle slightly rotated – like her foot is being proffered to some kind of… supplicant. Basing myself on the classical idea that D/s is fundamentally a theatrical fantasy, I believe it is a feeling shared in the "community", but anyway, it works for me. Occasionally, they will be crossed at the ankles, and maybe resting atop something, and that one is clearer: relaxation.

I might as well take the opportunity to do something I’ve been procrastinating forever, and visit the mall. My tongue flattened under the ball of her left foot, I can't slurp and lick like I would with a cock, but I can still put in an effort to bob up and down, making soft gagging and gurgling sounds, looking up at her with wide, submissive eyes. Mmmmhh," I moan, unable to respond coherently, slobbering all over her foot like my life depends on it. Frequently, Holly’s feet will be pressed against something, and stretching, like she’s trying to check her own toes. I don’t want Jenna to be just another orbiter, interchangeable with all the other simps that support my lifestyle.I actually took that as a very positive sign when we first started dating – an indication that Frank was emotionally mature and dependable. Personally I find that these types of stories tend to get stale when the submissive character completely accepts their position, or when they have no moves to make. Dracena: Dragon by day, beautiful woman by night (in the original myth, she was seduced and slain by a hero in her vulnerable human form, but let's ignore that). The matter-of-fact, arrogant way in which her flat sole fully adheres to another submissive’s face, on the other hand, communicates contempt and degradation.