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<blockquote data-quote="Mistress Legs" data-source="post: 103093" data-attributes="member: 20331"><p>We met online and had our first in-person meeting on a romantic stroll along the beach on a crisp autumn day. With the weather having turned chilly, there were barely any people left on the shore. After walking for quite some distance, I decided to take a rest on a log as my feet were getting tired. We stopped for a brief respite, and I quickly slipped off my sneakers to give my sweaty feet some air. At first, I felt a bit self-conscious because these weren't exactly my finest socks - I'd worn them for a week already and they were not only drenched in my sweat but also stained. You knelt down in front of me and suggested using yourself as a footrest to keep my feet warm, along with offering to give them a massage. Oh, it was so sweet and charming that I couldn't help but flirtatiously agree. I placed my feet on your lap and you began gently caressing them, treating them like a treasured prize. I noticed how entranced you were by my legs and feet, so I decided to test just how far you'd go. I started teasing you by slowly wiggling my my toes, then whispered, "I'd love it if you sucked on them and licked each toe with your warm, wet tongue." You visibly blushed, not expecting such a bold move, and I could see in your eyes that you genuinely desired it despite struggling with internal conflicts. Although you'd bravely offered to be my footstool and masseur, I realized it took a lot out of you to make that suggestion. But I also saw that you were ready to surrender and become my slave. So I injected steel into my voice and commanded loudly, "Start licking my feet right now, slave!" And you eagerly pressed your lips to my soles, your tongue gliding over my toes and instep. I felt your warm breath on my skin as you worked, trying to absorb every essence of my dirty, nylon-clad feet. You looked like you were in ecstasy, and I smiled predatorily, watching you lose your will before me - you had already become my mindless pet, even if you didn't fully realize it yet. "Good boy, you've earned a small reward," I said while yanked off from my feet black nylon socks, now completely soaked from your tongue, and stuffed them into your mouth. Gripping your lips shut with my hand, I whispered, "I want these stinky dirty socks to stay in your mouth all the way until we get home. You'll walk silently, playing the role of my dirty sock purse." Yes, I no longer wanted you opening your mouth without my command, because the only one way you can use your mouth from that moment was having it caress and lick my feet - and perhaps something else... Listening to your useless stories held no interest for me now that I saw you beside me only as my human furniture. This romantic date come to end, but I've acquired a new toy for the evening - one I fully intend to enjoy. Later, I'll discard you like a used pair of socks, but for now, you're mine to play with. I fetched spare socks from my bag, made you put them on my feet, then you put my shoes back to my feet and we set off back. Tonight awaited for you an unforgettable night as my footrest, massager and licker. You are my property now, my personal footstool. When we get home, my first wish will be to shove you under the table and use your face as a warm footrest for my feet. As for what comes next, even I don't know yet. But one thing was certain - you wouldn't be getting any rest this night...</p><p></p><p>[ATTACH=full]727545[/ATTACH][ATTACH=full]727544[/ATTACH][ATTACH=full]727546[/ATTACH][ATTACH=full]727547[/ATTACH][ATTACH=full]727548[/ATTACH]</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Mistress Legs, post: 103093, member: 20331"] We met online and had our first in-person meeting on a romantic stroll along the beach on a crisp autumn day. With the weather having turned chilly, there were barely any people left on the shore. After walking for quite some distance, I decided to take a rest on a log as my feet were getting tired. We stopped for a brief respite, and I quickly slipped off my sneakers to give my sweaty feet some air. At first, I felt a bit self-conscious because these weren't exactly my finest socks - I'd worn them for a week already and they were not only drenched in my sweat but also stained. You knelt down in front of me and suggested using yourself as a footrest to keep my feet warm, along with offering to give them a massage. Oh, it was so sweet and charming that I couldn't help but flirtatiously agree. I placed my feet on your lap and you began gently caressing them, treating them like a treasured prize. I noticed how entranced you were by my legs and feet, so I decided to test just how far you'd go. I started teasing you by slowly wiggling my my toes, then whispered, "I'd love it if you sucked on them and licked each toe with your warm, wet tongue." You visibly blushed, not expecting such a bold move, and I could see in your eyes that you genuinely desired it despite struggling with internal conflicts. Although you'd bravely offered to be my footstool and masseur, I realized it took a lot out of you to make that suggestion. But I also saw that you were ready to surrender and become my slave. So I injected steel into my voice and commanded loudly, "Start licking my feet right now, slave!" And you eagerly pressed your lips to my soles, your tongue gliding over my toes and instep. I felt your warm breath on my skin as you worked, trying to absorb every essence of my dirty, nylon-clad feet. You looked like you were in ecstasy, and I smiled predatorily, watching you lose your will before me - you had already become my mindless pet, even if you didn't fully realize it yet. "Good boy, you've earned a small reward," I said while yanked off from my feet black nylon socks, now completely soaked from your tongue, and stuffed them into your mouth. Gripping your lips shut with my hand, I whispered, "I want these stinky dirty socks to stay in your mouth all the way until we get home. You'll walk silently, playing the role of my dirty sock purse." Yes, I no longer wanted you opening your mouth without my command, because the only one way you can use your mouth from that moment was having it caress and lick my feet - and perhaps something else... Listening to your useless stories held no interest for me now that I saw you beside me only as my human furniture. This romantic date come to end, but I've acquired a new toy for the evening - one I fully intend to enjoy. Later, I'll discard you like a used pair of socks, but for now, you're mine to play with. I fetched spare socks from my bag, made you put them on my feet, then you put my shoes back to my feet and we set off back. Tonight awaited for you an unforgettable night as my footrest, massager and licker. You are my property now, my personal footstool. When we get home, my first wish will be to shove you under the table and use your face as a warm footrest for my feet. As for what comes next, even I don't know yet. But one thing was certain - you wouldn't be getting any rest this night... [ATTACH type="full"]727545[/ATTACH][ATTACH type="full"]727544[/ATTACH][ATTACH type="full"]727546[/ATTACH][ATTACH type="full"]727547[/ATTACH][ATTACH type="full"]727548[/ATTACH] [/QUOTE]
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