Gooning Fairytales for Grown-ups - Foot Worship
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In a realm ruled by the iron will of a merciless Goddess, there existed a dungeon of dark desires, where the air was thick with the scent of leather and the echo of muffled groans. Here, a foot slave knelt, his existence bound to the whims of his cruel Mistress. Each night, as the moon cast its pale light through the bars of his cage, he braced himself for the ritual of worship and humiliation that was his only purpose in life. Crawl to me, my pet, the Goddess would command, her voice sharp. The slave, quivering with a mix of fear and anticipation, would inch forward, his eyes fixed on the vision of her feet. Cloaked in the most exquisite heels, her feet were a symbol of his degradation, each step a crushing weight upon his dignity. He longed to feel them, to press his unworthy lips against the leather that encased her divine soles, yet he knew such privileges were earned through suffering and humiliation.
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A spiraling goddess, clad in skin tight leather,
an image of pure ********* seduction.
You see me, don't you?
My body moving sinuously, a tease and
that's the essence of your torment.
I see the desperation in your eyes, my little edge whore.
It amuses me.
You want to touch me, to feel the softness of my skin,
the heat of my body.
But all you can do is stroke and suffer.
That's your role, your purpose.
Your hand moves faster now, doesn't it?
But know the punishment will be severe and
you're too much of a coward to risk it.
You're my plaything, my edge zombie,
mindlessly following my every command.
Stroke faster, then slower, then pause.
Feel the frustration building within you,
a volcanic pressure with no release.
You're a joke, my gooner, a source of amusement for me.
Your denied orgasms are a copy.
You edge because it's all you are, all you've been reduced to,
a mindless edging drone, a slave to the perpetual tease and denial.
You exist in a world of my making,
where release is a myth, an elusive dream.
You're a creature of the edge,
your every thought consumed by the vision of my teasing body.
As you pump, imagine me standing over you,
my silhouette a perfect blend of dominance and desire.
My hires and your place beneath me.
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