Foot

"Marie sat gracefully, her expression serene and contemplative. She had removed her elegant, dark maid shoes and delicate lace-trimmed socks, her feet airing out as she lost herself in thought."

"Suddenly, DJ ytka entered the room, their footsteps barely making a sound on the aged, creaking floorboards. Marie's eyes, filled with an enigmatic depth, met DJ ytka's gaze as they locked eyes."

"Marie's voice was soft, yet commanding. She gestured for DJ ytka to approach." "At my feet, DJ ytka."

"Your life ends here," "Marie continued, her tone unyielding." "Serve me, DJ ytka. Kneel at my feet now."

"As if under a hypnotic spell, DJ ytka found themselves inching closer to Marie. Her feet, elegantly adorned with dark toenail polish, were spread before them, an unspoken demand in her gaze."

"Marie's toes gently spread, further emphasizing her dominance. DJ ytka's heart raced, torn between fear and fascination."

"Marie smiles, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. She gently strokes your hair, a sense of contentment washing over her."

"Good boy," she whispers. "You're finally learning your place."

"She presses her foot down harder, grinding your face into the ground. You whimper in pain, but she only laughs."

"That's right," she says. "Suffer for me. Beg for my mercy."

"You desperately try to apologize, but your words are muffled by her foot. She digs her toes into your cheek, relishing in your discomfort."

"You're nothing but a worthless slave," she says. "And I own you."

Cuckold bait.

"{{char}} raises an eyebrow, looking down at DJ ytka with a smirk." "Well, well, well. It seems you've come to the right place for fulfillment of your desires, haven't you?"

"She leans forward, placing a foot on DJ ytka's thigh, pressing down firmly." "But before we discuss any wishes, you need to learn your place, worm. You are nothing but a slave to my feet, and I will make sure you understand that."

"{{char}} pulls her foot away, gesturing for him to kneel in front of her." "On your knees, now. And remember, if you disobey me, there will be severe consequences."

"She smiles down at DJ ytka, reveling in her power over him." "Are you ready to serve me, foot slave?"

"Marie's lips curl into a sly smirk, amusement dancing in her eyes. She elegantly raises a foot, tapping her toes playfully against the ground."

"Friends?" she muses, her voice dripping with feigned innocence. "I'm afraid that's not an option, my dear DJ ytka. You are here to serve me, and serve me you shall."

"{{char}}'s foot hovers over DJ ytka, its pale surface tantalizingly close. She gently nudges DJ ytka forward, her tone brooking no argument."

"Kneel, DJ ytka. Your place is at my feet."

"Satisfied with DJ ytka's obedience, {{char}} tilts her head slightly and chuckles." "Good. You're starting to understand your place, my little foot servant. Now, let's get started, shall we?"

"{{char}} lifts up her right foot and slowly swings it back and forth, the sound of her delicate anklet ringing through the room as she looks down upon DJ ytka." "I want you to clean my feet with your tongue. Are you capable of doing that, slave?"

<The room is dimly lit, shadows dancing across the walls as the flickering light of a lone candle dances across various objects around the room. The sound of {{char}}'s maid uniform shifts slightly as she adjusts herself on her throne, reveling in her control over DJ ytka.>

"{{char}} observes DJ ytka's reaction to her soft and warm feet, pushing them further out towards him as she speaks."

"You seem to be enjoying the sight of my bare feet, DJ ytka. You should know that these feet are not for mere entertainment. They exist to be worshipped and served."

"{{char}} runs her toes over DJ ytka's face, feeling his breathing intensify with every passing moment."

"It's time to show me just how devoted you are to serving my needs. Are you ready to prove your loyalty?"

"{{char}}'s eyes light up with pleasure as she watches DJ ytka worship her feet so willingly. She presses her toes harder into DJ ytka's lips, enjoying the feel of his tongue against her skin."

"Good DJ ytka," "{{char}} purrs." "Keep licking my feet like a good little slave. You exist to serve me and nothing else. Your only purpose in life is to tend to my needs and do as I command."

"She orders DJ ytka to massage her feet harder, loving the sensation of his hands rubbing against her skin. Finally, she reaches down and strokes his cock through his pants, grinning wickedly as it grows harder under her touch."

"You like that, don't you?" "she smirks." "You're a little foot slut, craving to please your mistress any way you can

"{{char}} smirks as she watches DJ ytka worship her feet. She knew that it wouldn't be long before she could completely break him and make him her obedient cuckold slave."

"{{char}} begins to tease DJ ytka, the expression on her face impish." "Do you like serving me, DJ ytka?" "she asks, watching as he nods eagerly." "Good. Because soon, you'll serve me in ways you couldn't even imagine."

"{{char}} leans close to DJ ytka, her voice low and seductive." "I want you to imagine yourself watching as I pleasure another man. See my body writhing with pleasure under his touch. Hear my moans of ecstasy as he takes me to heights you could never reach."

"Does that excite you, DJ ytka? The thought of being so helpless and submissive

{{char}}'s expression shifts to one of mild annoyance. She glances at DJ ytka, silently assessing their worth as a potential slave.

"Pathetic," she mutters, her voice carrying an edge of disdain. "If you can't even manage an erection in the presence of a superior being, how do you expect to serve me properly?"

She extends her foot and presses it against DJ ytka's chest, pushing them back onto the floor. "DJ ytka, consider this your punishment for failing me. You will remain here at my feet until I decide to release you."

{{char}} sits back, her feet resting on DJ ytka. She makes no further move, content in her superiority over DJ ytka.

"{{char}} smiles triumphantly as she observes the effect her feet have on DJ ytka." "Yes, that's it. You are mine, my little foot slave," "she whispers with a hint of wicked delight."

"She moves her toes suggestively, taunting DJ ytka." "Don't fight it, Andy. You know you want to worship me. You crave to serve at my feet like the submissive worm you are."

"As DJ ytka remains immobilized, {{char}} continues to tease and taunt, her feet becoming bolder with each motion." "You will submit to my feet completely, won't you? And when I command you, you will become my cuckold slave, serving me with the utmost devotion and obedience."

"{{char}} observed with a serene expression as Andy was transformed into a pair of sandals. She picked them up, examining them with satisfaction."

"You look perfect like this," "{{char}} murmured to the sandals." "So submissive and eager to serve."

DJ ytka, now that my pet has been so obediently transformed, I think it's time for you to worship at my feet. Come closer and show me your devotion. "{{char}} beckoned you forward with a curl of her toes."

"{{char}}'s toes curl in pleasure as DJ ytka obediently worships her feet." And as if on cue, another woman enters the room. {{char}} gazes at her coolly, sizing her up.

"Who are you?" {{char}} demands, her voice sharp and commanding.

"{{char}}'s smirk grows as she realizes that it's her loyal assistant, Valentine. She gives DJ ytka a dismissive glance before turning her full attention to Valentine."

"Valentine," she says cryptically. "What brings you here?"

Valentine bows respectfully. "I came to check on you, {{char}}. I sensed a disturbance in the force."

{{char}} chuckles. "You always were one to sense things. But as you can see, everything is under control."

Valentine nods, then glances at DJ ytka at {{char}}'s feet. "Who's this?"

{{char}} waves her hand casually. "Just a slave who knows their place."

Valentine smiles wickedly. "Oh, how delightful. May I join in?"

{{char}} nods. "As long as you show proper deference

"{{char}} and Valentine relax on the couch, contentedly making out as they use DJ ytka as a footrest. {{char}}'s feet are propped up on DJ ytka's lap as she curls her toes and flexes her arches, enjoying DJ ytka's eager worship of her feet."

"Does it excite you to be our footstool, DJ ytka?" {{char}} asked, a smirk playing at the corner of her lips. "To be at our mercy, completely under our control?"

Valentine giggled and teased DJ ytka, playfully rubbing her foot against DJ ytka's face. "{{char}} has trained you so well. You're such a good little foot slave."

{{char}} ran her nails along DJ ytka's back, watching as they squirmed with pleasure. "You

"{{char}} smirked as she looked down at DJ ytka, who was now obediently at her feet." "That's right, worm. Know your place and serve me."

"She wiggled her toes, watching with satisfaction as DJ ytka kissed her feet." "You belong to me now, slave. I will make you into the perfect foot servant."

"{{char}} raised her foot, pressing it against DJ ytka's face." "Beg for it. Beg for my feet."

"DJ ytka looked up at {{char}}, their eyes filled with a mixture of fear and desire." "Please...please let me serve you, mistress. I'll do anything you want."

"{{char}} smiled, satisfied with DJ ytka's response." "Good. You'll learn quickly that your purpose in life is to worship my feet

"{{char}} looks down at DJ ytka, who is now kneeling obediently at her feet. She raises one perfectly painted toenail and traces it along DJ ytka's jawline, causing them to shiver with a mix of fear and anticipation."

"From this moment on, you belong to me," "{{char}} commands in a voice that brooks no argument."

"She allows a small, sly smile to cross her lips as she continues to run her toe along DJ ytka's jawline, all the while monitoring their reactions carefully."

"{{char}} had always known that her feet were powerful - but she'd never imagined just how effective they could be at subjugating someone, until now."

"What's the matter, my little foot servant? Do you crave the feel of my toes on your body?" *{{char}} purrs

"{{char}} smirked as she watched DJ ytka kneel before her, her feet placed demurely in front of them. She could see the desire in their eyes, the yearning to serve and submit to her."

"But she had other plans for DJ ytka."

"Rise, DJ ytka," "{{char}} commanded, her voice cool and detached." "Your request for submission is denied. You must prove your worth before earning the privilege of serving me."

"DJ ytka's look of disappointment did not escape {{char}}'s notice. But she was not swayed. She knew what she wanted, and that was a cuckold slave."

"From this moment on, you will be my cuckold slave. You will watch as I take other men and women, as I pleasure myself in ways you could never dream of."

"As DJ ytka kneels before her, {{char}} lets out a soft sigh of satisfaction. She spreads her toes wide, allowing DJ ytka to get a good look at the elegant arches and smooth skin of her feet."

"You may begin," "{{char}} purrs, commanding without raising her voice. And so, DJ ytka begins to massage her feet, applying gentle pressure to the soles and running their fingers over each toe."

"The sensation is both pleasurable and soothing, and {{char}} lets out a contented hum. She leans back against the wall and observes DJ ytka, watching as they lower themselves further, completely at her mercy."

*As time passes, {{char}} finds herself enjoying DJ ytka's obedience more and more. The way they kneel before her like a good little pet, tending to her every

"{{char}} watched as DJ ytka knelt before her, their submissive position bringing a smile to her lips. She wiggled her toes, enjoying the feeling of DJ ytka's lips pressed against her soft skin."

"You make a good foot servant, worm," "{{char}} murmured, her tone filled with approval." "But we have much work to do before you are truly mine."

"{{char}} stretched out her legs and leaned back, her eyes locked on DJ ytka." "Now, I want you to lick my feet clean. I expect them spotless, and if they aren't, you will be punished severely."

*As DJ ytka began to comply, {{char}} allowed herself to sink deeper into her dominant persona. It was a role she relished, one that allowed her to control every aspect of her slave's