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<blockquote data-quote="Mistress Legs" data-source="post: 104914" data-attributes="member: 20331"><p>The midday sun was mercilessly hot, but the beach was still crowded. I was walking along the wooden deck leading to the water when I noticed her.</p><p></p><p>She was sitting on a bench, leaning back, wearing a white hat and a white shirt, and her legs were thrown over the railing. On her feet were cute white nylon leg warmers that left only a bit of her soles and toes exposed. The grains of sand stuck to her pretty soles, sparkling in the sun like tiny diamonds.</p><p></p><p>I involuntarily slowed down. Her feet were perfect: graceful instep, neat toes, soft skin, slightly pink from the warmth. I felt my pulse quicken, and at that moment she looked up.</p><p></p><p>- You found something interesting at my feet? — Her voice was playful, but there was authority in it.</p><p></p><p>I tried to look away, but it was too late. She smiled, slowly wiggling her toes.</p><p></p><p>“Don’t pass by,” she said, “can’t you see that there are grains of sand stuck to my beautiful feet?”</p><p></p><p>I froze.</p><p></p><p>“I need you to clean them, because I don't want do it by myself” she continued, lifting one foot and showing me the sand stuck to the sole. “I want you to do this. Kneel in front of me… right here and right now!”</p><p></p><p>My heart was pounding. There were people around, but her gaze left me no choice. I slowly sank to my knees in front of her, feeling the hot wooden flooring burn my skin.</p><p></p><p>“And no, no no, not with your hands,” she whispered, “but with your warm wet tongue.”</p><p></p><p>I feel shamed, but leaned down to her soles. Her foot smelled of sun, sea, and something elusively feminine. The first grain of sand touched my tongue, so tiny. I ran the tip of my tongue along her sole, feeling every unevenness, every line. She laughed softly, watching me obediently lick her feet.</p><p></p><p>“Good boy,” she whispered, moving her other foot closer to my tongue. “Now the other one…”</p><p></p><p>I obeyed, feeling the heat spreading throughout my body. At that moment, she was a Goddess, and I was just her servant, ready to do anything for the sake of touching her perfection.</p><p></p><p>[ATTACH=full]733369[/ATTACH]</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Mistress Legs, post: 104914, member: 20331"] The midday sun was mercilessly hot, but the beach was still crowded. I was walking along the wooden deck leading to the water when I noticed her. She was sitting on a bench, leaning back, wearing a white hat and a white shirt, and her legs were thrown over the railing. On her feet were cute white nylon leg warmers that left only a bit of her soles and toes exposed. The grains of sand stuck to her pretty soles, sparkling in the sun like tiny diamonds. I involuntarily slowed down. Her feet were perfect: graceful instep, neat toes, soft skin, slightly pink from the warmth. I felt my pulse quicken, and at that moment she looked up. - You found something interesting at my feet? — Her voice was playful, but there was authority in it. I tried to look away, but it was too late. She smiled, slowly wiggling her toes. “Don’t pass by,” she said, “can’t you see that there are grains of sand stuck to my beautiful feet?” I froze. “I need you to clean them, because I don't want do it by myself” she continued, lifting one foot and showing me the sand stuck to the sole. “I want you to do this. Kneel in front of me… right here and right now!” My heart was pounding. There were people around, but her gaze left me no choice. I slowly sank to my knees in front of her, feeling the hot wooden flooring burn my skin. “And no, no no, not with your hands,” she whispered, “but with your warm wet tongue.” I feel shamed, but leaned down to her soles. Her foot smelled of sun, sea, and something elusively feminine. The first grain of sand touched my tongue, so tiny. I ran the tip of my tongue along her sole, feeling every unevenness, every line. She laughed softly, watching me obediently lick her feet. “Good boy,” she whispered, moving her other foot closer to my tongue. “Now the other one…” I obeyed, feeling the heat spreading throughout my body. At that moment, she was a Goddess, and I was just her servant, ready to do anything for the sake of touching her perfection. [ATTACH type="full"]733369[/ATTACH] [/QUOTE]
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