Slave's Tongue Pays Homage to Master's Soles

Bound wrists, knees pressed into the cold floor, the sub surrenders to their master's will. The master's feet, clean and well-manicured, approach, the sub's heart racing. They lean in, inhaling the scent, then plant soft kisses on the instep, working their way up to the ankle. The master's foot presses down on their back, guiding them lower, commanding them to taste the space between the toes. The sub obliges, their tongue darting out, exploring the intimate crevices, their own body aching with unfulfilled desire.

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