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In a realm ruled by the iron will of a merciless Goddess, there existed a dungeon of dark desires, where the air was thick with the scent of leather and the echo of muffled groans. Here, a foot slave knelt, his existence bound to the whims of his cruel Mistress. Each night, as the moon cast its pale light through the bars of his cage, he braced himself for the ritual of worship and humiliation that was his only purpose in life. Crawl to me, my pet, the Goddess would command, her voice sharp. The slave, quivering with a mix of fear and anticipation, would inch forward, his eyes fixed on the vision of her feet. Cloaked in the most exquisite heels, her feet were a symbol of his degradation, each step a crushing weight upon his dignity. He longed to feel them, to press his unworthy lips against the leather that encased her divine soles, yet he knew such privileges were earned through suffering and humiliation.
Publié par MishaGoldy
