Bound by her demand, he feels the soft, smooth press of her feet against his throbbing cock. She guides him, her feet expertly working his length, from tip to base, her heels digging into his sensitive flesh. He groans, his body tensing as she quickens her pace, her feet a blur of motion. She reads his body, knowing when to slow, when to pause, when to increase pressure, drawing out his pleasure, her feet a masterpiece of sensation, bringing him to the brink of ecstasy, only to pull him back, her feet his instrument of exquisite torture.