The Perfect Feet Domination Session by Mean Dominas
Cunt Boi shivered as he heard the door creak open. His heart raced as he stood naked in the dimly lit room, his eyes fixed on the door. He knew who was coming and what was expected of him. Miss Brat and Ginary, the two women who owned him, had a new game in mind. They wanted him to worship their feet, to lick and suck their soles and toes until they were satisfied. Cunt Boi had no choice but to obey. As the door swung open, Miss Brat and Ginary entered the room, both wearing high heels that clicked against the floor. They were both tall and statuesque, with long legs that seemed to go on forever. Cunt Boi fell to his knees, his eyes fixed on their feet. Miss Brat’s feet were perfect, with long, slender toes that curved gracefully. Ginary’s feet, on the other hand, were broader, with thick, muscular arches. Cunt Boi knew that he would have to work hard to please them both.
Miss Brat stepped forward, her foot hovering above Cunt Boi’s face. He opened his mouth eagerly, waiting for her to place her sole against his lips. She did, and he closed his eyes, savoring the taste of her skin. Ginary followed suit, her foot pressing against Cunt Boi’s cheek. He turned his head, kissing her toes one by one. Miss Brat and Ginary watched him, their eyes gleaming with pleasure. As the minutes passed, Cunt Boi became more and more entranced by their feet. He licked and sucked their soles, running his tongue along the arches and heels. He worshiped their toes, kissing them gently and nibbling on them with his teeth. Miss Brat and Ginary moaned with pleasure, their bodies writhing with desire. They knew that Cunt Boi was their perfect slave, the one who could satisfy their every need. As the night wore on, Cunt Boi’s body began to tremble with pleasure. He felt his cock growing hard, his balls aching with need. But he knew that he couldn’t touch himself, that he had to wait until his mistresses permitted him.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Miss Brat and Ginary spoke in unison. “You may come, Cunt Boi,” they said, their voices low and husky. Cunt Boi exploded, his cock shooting streams of hot cum across the room. He collapsed to the floor, his body wracked with pleasure. Miss Brat and Ginary watched him, their eyes filled with satisfaction. They knew that they had found the perfect slave, the one who could fulfill their every desire. As the night drew to a close, Cunt Boi lay on the floor, his body exhausted but his soul filled with pleasure. He knew that he belonged to Miss Brat and Ginary, that he was theirs to do with as they pleased. And he knew that he would do anything to make them happy, no matter how depraved or perverse their desires may be. For Cunt Boi, there was no greater pleasure than the feeling of their feet against his skin, the taste of their soles in his mouth, the thrill of their domination over him. He was theirs, body and soul, and he would do anything to make them happy, no matter the cost. As he drifted off to sleep, Cunt Boi knew that he was truly blessed to be their slave, their foot worshipper, their whipping boy. And he knew that he would do anything to make them happy, no matter how hard or depraved their desires may be.
For Miss Brat and Ginary, there was no greater pleasure than the sight of Cunt Boi’s body writhing with pleasure, his eyes fixed on their feet. They knew that they had found the perfect slave, the one who could satisfy their every desire. And they knew that they would continue to dominate and control him, to push him to the limits of his endurance, and to make him theirs, body and soul, forever and always.