It has been a while since I permitted my slave to venerate my feet. She has missed them, and it is clear from how she eagerly throws herself to the ground in front of my throne and begins to kiss and smell my feet and shoes. I then present my bare feet to her, she removes my shoes, and starts to lick and suck my toes, her arousal becoming increasingly evident. Yes, for all her silence, her body speaks volumes, her turgid nipples and soaked panties betraying her: she is completely under my control and losing herself to her Mistress. I crave more, and so I order her to remove her panties, wanting to feel her grind against my leg and foot as she licks my other foot in ecstasy. And it is as her pleasure heightens that my feet also become instruments of pain: I begin with gentle kicks to her pussy, which at first intensify her pleasure, but gradually lead her to bend over and beg for mercy, curling up at her Mistress’s feet.