Loving Scarlett's Feet: My First Lesbian Foot Worship With My Best Friend

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Well, from that day onwards, I became the real slave to a living Goddess. I could not attend to the university lectures on time and I had to service my queen the toilet even, DO YOU UNDERSTAND??? It is you, which is going to be my toilet here after UNDERSTAND?? And most importantly, you will be dined at my feet, I I could not believe that she had done this , that she had thrown my father’s paintings in the trash , that she had changed completely the house where i grew. I felt a strong pressure in my chest and I had difficulty breathing just as it had happened when that cop had told me that my parents were dead and at that moment I felt just as then , as if my parents were dead again.

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At the first light of day I woke up aching all over and with the urgent need to go to the bathroom. Usually Megan woke up early and I was hoping that this day was no different from the others. I did not want her to find me in my cage between my urine as if I were really an animal that cannot restrain its instincts. When I thought I could not resist more I heard open the door of my room and i saw Megan coming towards me with a big grin on her face. No, we can take care of the house for now and some work will help you to not think too much - then looking at me for the first time since I had entered in the room, she asked : Maria worked hard on massaging Sarah’s feet for the whole class as Ms. Daniels and Kylie and Nicole spent most of the class watching and occasionally smiling. Finally the bell rang. When Maria went to get up Sarah said “ah ah ah, don’t leave without giving them a kiss”. Maria looked at Sarah with a sad look “really” she said. “Yes” Sarah said, “the bottoms”. Maria resigned and lowered her face to the bottom of Sarah’s feet. “There you go nice big kisses, one for each” Sarah said with a smile. Maria complied and planted kisses on both of Sarah’s soles. “Good girl, now run along” Sarah said.Yes Goddess!!” I exclaimed lowering my head face to the floor again. “Thank you Goddess.” I continued. We’d sleep in one bed, she in her pajamas, I in loose shirt and underwear. The bathroom has no door and this has not been a problem since we are both girls anyway. I started kissing her left foot over and over. “Get up.” She said again. I rose to my knees. “Take your glasses off.” I took them off immediately looking up at her beautiful face. “Close your eyes.” I closed them as she instructed. There was a brief pause and then she slapped my face pretty hard. I absolutely love spending time with my kitty! There's something so special about the bond between a cat and their owner. And when it comes to training and taming, I've found that my kitty is often easier to work with than some of my human subordinates!

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What ? I’m supposed to serve her breakfast every day ? As I were her servant ? ” I thought, but I felt again a stirring in my belly and without realizing it, I heard myself answer : After school, when I got a job, I stayed with her in her one-bedroom apartment, splitting the monthly bills between us. wanted to become a mistress and that feeling came in to me when I was in high school. So I married your uncle because he promised me to be my slave forever. I Next is not sponsored but i am still in love with this head. Come and try it here at the CRYPTID-Mainstoreher dirty soles million times. Now I do not feel the taste of anything as i always eat and drink her waste. There are hundreds of marks left behind all over my This is my dream come true - Jane said with joy - Do you understand what your real place is ? Who is the servant now ? Answer me - she command me , removing her foot from my head .

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Yes Mistress - i said already imagining to find inside all the family photos that had been removed from my parents’s room. Hi people. I am new to this mousepad, this is an awesome place to share out experiences. So, here I tell my own story, and I think this is the perfect place toOh I almost forgot - she said stopping abruptly - There are pictures that may interest you, look good around - and with a last giggle she was gone. Well aunt, I will give it a try then.' and went for my studies to the university. Whole day long I was thinking about the incident happened in the morning. I’m your devoted slave, I’m your property, do with me whatever you want. I exist only to serve my owner - and with those last words I bowed again at her feet and I kissed greedily her toes without stopping a second to catch my breath. Megan let me work at her feet for nearly five minutes, then she said :

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You allowed it to happen when you didn’t stop her the first time she touched you sexually. You should have screamed at her and not pretended to be asleep. I counted. They both laughed and Wendi replied with a cool “Thank you!” And I replied, “Thank you for taking such good care of my Goddess’ beautiful hair.” I looked at Goddess Beth and she gave me a big long kiss on my cheek. She left a nice kiss mark on my cheek and I kept it as long as I could. Move here, you don’t have to pay anything, you can leave that horrible work and you can look for another one without hurry. Yes Mistress - i said giving away the only thing that was left to me. I have had so many orgasms in those day when i was in private and now i could no longer do it, of my own free will at least.Like the last time her sole were incredibly soft and unable to resist, I trailed my finger across her sole making her laugh, that wonderful sound almost hypnotized me and soon I found myself in an other world, a world where there was just me and her feet. I spent several minutes rubbing her heels, applying a slight pressure on them. Finally I decided to move my attention to her toes and I ran my fingers between each of them making her giggle again. Megan wiggled her toes and I could smell again that scent that had made me her slave. While I was sniffing her feet trying to not be noticed by Megan, she suddenly gripped my nose between her toes and then, now that I had been discovered, I started to sniff loudly. I did not care if I looked pathetic, I just wanted to lose myself in that divine smell. Megan brought the other foot to my face and again she trapped my nose between her toes. I could hear her giggles while I sniffed her feet like the dog that I had become. After what seemed like a lifetime she took away her feet from my face for a second and unconsciously I tried to follow them, unleashing her laughter. Higher up in the wall there were pictures of the old me, Victoria Thomas lifted a trophy, Victoria Thomas with the cheerleaders, Victoria Thomas who smiled at the edge of a swimming pool, Victoria Thomas around Europe. Below instead there were the most recent photographs, photos that I even did not know existed. In some photos I could see myself sitting on the ground doing a foot massage while another foot was resting on my head. Probably Megan had taken those photos the night of the move, the first time I touched the feet of my best friend. In other pictures there was Megan too , in some she was standing with a foot on my head with me prostrated in front of her , in some photos she was taking me on a leash. I felt so humiliated and exposed on this position but it was clear that my Mistress wanted to have a clear view of my pussy.