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<blockquote data-quote="Mistress Legs" data-source="post: 132542" data-attributes="member: 20331"><p>Sucking Mistress' Nylon Feet in the Slave Booth <img class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" alt="👅" title="Tongue :tongue:" src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/6.5/png/unicode/64/1f445.png" data-shortname=":tongue:" /></p><p></p><p>This is the story from my slave's perspective <img class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" alt="👣" title="Footprints :footprints:" src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/6.5/png/unicode/64/1f463.png" data-shortname=":footprints:" /> Post is illustrated by photos; I hope you like them all and don't forget to hit the like button <img class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" alt="👣" title="Footprints :footprints:" src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/6.5/png/unicode/64/1f463.png" data-shortname=":footprints:" /><img class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" alt="😊" title="Smiling face with smiling eyes :blush:" src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/6.5/png/unicode/64/1f60a.png" data-shortname=":blush:" /><img class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" alt="❤️" title="Red heart :heart:" src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/6.5/png/unicode/64/2764.png" data-shortname=":heart:" /> Enjoy the story:</p><p></p><p>I got a job at this high-end night bar just a couple of weeks ago. I thought it would be simple - serve drinks, smile, and keep the rich guests happy. But on my very first shift I fucked up badly. I broke an expensive bottle of whiskey and nearly caused a scene. The owner didn't fire me. Instead, he smiled and said, "You'll work it off at the upcoming kink party. We have a new service - the Wish Booth. The ladies are going to love it."</p><p></p><p>That's how I ended up here.</p><p></p><p>They locked me inside a small, dark booth behind the wall. A heavy leather collar was fastened around my neck with a long metal chain leash hanging out through the hole. My face was covered with a black mask that had no eye holes - only my mouth was left exposed. I could only breathe, listen, and wait.</p><p></p><p>The waiter came in, removed the mask, and leaned close to my ear:</p><p></p><p>"Tonight you're lucky.. or maybe not. One of our most regular and demanding clients bought your booth for the entire evening. She likes to look into your eyes. No mask. Get ready, slave."</p><p></p><p>He left. I stayed alone in the darkness, with only dim light from the bar leaking through the opening in the wall.</p><p></p><p>And then she appeared.</p><p></p><p>I heard the confident click of high heels. Graceful, unhurried. She sat down on the tall bar stool right in front of my hole. She slipped off her shoes.. and two perfect feet in sheer flesh-colored tights slid through the opening.</p><p></p><p>The scent hit me instantly - warm, rich, intoxicating. A delicate mix of her natural foot aroma, slightly sweaty from dancing, and the soft feminine scent of her skin. The tights were ultra-sheer, almost transparent. I could see every stitch, every delicate thread hugging her toes. Her black pedicure shone seductively through the nude nylon.</p><p></p><p>She smiled - I could feel the predatory pleasure in that smile even without seeing her full face. Playfully, almost teasingly, she caught my leash with the toes of one foot. The chain jingled. Slowly, sensually, she threaded the metal links between her toes, letting the cold steel press into the delicate nylon. Then she began to pull.</p><p></p><p>The leash tightened. My face was inexorably drawn toward her feet. The aroma grew stronger, thicker, more intoxicating. I could now see every detail - the tiny seams, the way the sheer fabric stretched over her perfect toes, the contrast of her black-painted nails underneath.</p><p></p><p>She wiggled her toes playfully right in front of my face, spreading and curling them, teasing me. Then she gently stroked my cheek with her nylon-covered toes. The touch was soft, silky.. and deeply humiliating.</p><p></p><p>And then, without warning, she pushed her toes firmly into my mouth.</p><p></p><p>I gasped. She yanked the leash hard, forcing her foot deeper down my throat. The warm, slightly damp nylon slid over my tongue. She began to move her foot slowly but demandingly, making me suck. Her toes pressed against my palate and the back of my throat. I could feel every stitch, every curve of her toes on my tongue.</p><p></p><p>The light from the bar was just enough for me to see her eyes. She was staring straight at me without blinking, her lips slightly parted. A soft, low moan of pure pleasure escaped her.</p><p></p><p>"Yes.. suck my toes, slave," she purred, her voice velvet and steel at the same time. "Tonight I bought your booth for the whole evening. So I hope your mouth and tongue are ready to work hard and please me properly."</p><p></p><p>She pressed her foot even deeper, almost gagging me.</p><p></p><p>"I won't give you a single minute of rest. Our evening is only just beginning.. Who knows what else will end up in your mouth by the time it's over..."</p><p></p><p>Video already shot and now in the editing queue.</p><p></p><p>Two hot versions coming soon - a full domination cut and a hot POV style. Stay tuned and don't miss it. It will be available in my subscription and store very soon.</p><p></p><p>If you enjoy my stories and videos, you can support me with a donation - it really motivates me to create and post more content faster <img class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" alt="💕" title="Two hearts :two_hearts:" src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/6.5/png/unicode/64/1f495.png" data-shortname=":two_hearts:" /></p><p></p><p>All links you can find in "About me" section in my profile <img class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" alt="👠" title="High-heeled shoe :high_heel:" src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/6.5/png/unicode/64/1f460.png" data-shortname=":high_heel:" /><img class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" alt="💋" title="Kiss mark :kiss:" src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/6.5/png/unicode/64/1f48b.png" data-shortname=":kiss:" /></p><p></p><p>[ATTACH=full]822859[/ATTACH]</p><p>[ATTACH=full]822857[/ATTACH]</p><p>[ATTACH=full]822858[/ATTACH]</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Mistress Legs, post: 132542, member: 20331"] Sucking Mistress' Nylon Feet in the Slave Booth 👅 This is the story from my slave's perspective 👣 Post is illustrated by photos; I hope you like them all and don't forget to hit the like button 👣😊❤️ Enjoy the story: I got a job at this high-end night bar just a couple of weeks ago. I thought it would be simple - serve drinks, smile, and keep the rich guests happy. But on my very first shift I fucked up badly. I broke an expensive bottle of whiskey and nearly caused a scene. The owner didn't fire me. Instead, he smiled and said, "You'll work it off at the upcoming kink party. We have a new service - the Wish Booth. The ladies are going to love it." That's how I ended up here. They locked me inside a small, dark booth behind the wall. A heavy leather collar was fastened around my neck with a long metal chain leash hanging out through the hole. My face was covered with a black mask that had no eye holes - only my mouth was left exposed. I could only breathe, listen, and wait. The waiter came in, removed the mask, and leaned close to my ear: "Tonight you're lucky.. or maybe not. One of our most regular and demanding clients bought your booth for the entire evening. She likes to look into your eyes. No mask. Get ready, slave." He left. I stayed alone in the darkness, with only dim light from the bar leaking through the opening in the wall. And then she appeared. I heard the confident click of high heels. Graceful, unhurried. She sat down on the tall bar stool right in front of my hole. She slipped off her shoes.. and two perfect feet in sheer flesh-colored tights slid through the opening. The scent hit me instantly - warm, rich, intoxicating. A delicate mix of her natural foot aroma, slightly sweaty from dancing, and the soft feminine scent of her skin. The tights were ultra-sheer, almost transparent. I could see every stitch, every delicate thread hugging her toes. Her black pedicure shone seductively through the nude nylon. She smiled - I could feel the predatory pleasure in that smile even without seeing her full face. Playfully, almost teasingly, she caught my leash with the toes of one foot. The chain jingled. Slowly, sensually, she threaded the metal links between her toes, letting the cold steel press into the delicate nylon. Then she began to pull. The leash tightened. My face was inexorably drawn toward her feet. The aroma grew stronger, thicker, more intoxicating. I could now see every detail - the tiny seams, the way the sheer fabric stretched over her perfect toes, the contrast of her black-painted nails underneath. She wiggled her toes playfully right in front of my face, spreading and curling them, teasing me. Then she gently stroked my cheek with her nylon-covered toes. The touch was soft, silky.. and deeply humiliating. And then, without warning, she pushed her toes firmly into my mouth. I gasped. She yanked the leash hard, forcing her foot deeper down my throat. The warm, slightly damp nylon slid over my tongue. She began to move her foot slowly but demandingly, making me suck. Her toes pressed against my palate and the back of my throat. I could feel every stitch, every curve of her toes on my tongue. The light from the bar was just enough for me to see her eyes. She was staring straight at me without blinking, her lips slightly parted. A soft, low moan of pure pleasure escaped her. "Yes.. suck my toes, slave," she purred, her voice velvet and steel at the same time. "Tonight I bought your booth for the whole evening. So I hope your mouth and tongue are ready to work hard and please me properly." She pressed her foot even deeper, almost gagging me. "I won't give you a single minute of rest. Our evening is only just beginning.. Who knows what else will end up in your mouth by the time it's over..." Video already shot and now in the editing queue. Two hot versions coming soon - a full domination cut and a hot POV style. Stay tuned and don't miss it. It will be available in my subscription and store very soon. If you enjoy my stories and videos, you can support me with a donation - it really motivates me to create and post more content faster 💕 All links you can find in "About me" section in my profile 👠💋 [ATTACH type="full"]822859[/ATTACH] [ATTACH type="full"]822857[/ATTACH] [ATTACH type="full"]822858[/ATTACH] [/QUOTE]
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