I pulled the latex over my skin, relaxing, taking deep pleasure from the feeling of it against me, caressing its way over my form. I smiled as I turned to the mirror, turning to the mirror as I slid the gloves up to my arms. I looked over the tight skirt and corset, running my hands over the smooth material and moaned softly, adjusting my stiletto heels. He would arrive soon, my carpenter, my boy. I walked to the couch and took my glass of wine from the living room table, sipping at it gently, savoring the taste. I rose and drew the shades, no need for the neighbors to see me for what I truly was. The soft extensions ran over my shoulders and back as I smiled, my sweet long red and black piggy tails whispering in anticipation. I did love to look so innocent and yet so evil, a true representation of me, all things, in one.
The doorbell rang and I sat, relaxing back. "Enter", I called. He came directly to me, falling to his knees beside me, desperate to touch me. I could smell his need as it wafted through the air. "Clean your hands", I whispered as I enjoyed my wine, watching him move quickly, obediently and back to my side. "Would you like to give me my weekly pedicure?", I asked as if I did not know the answer already. The light flashed in my eyes as I grinned at him, enjoying his anticipation, enjoying his suffering in waiting to touch me. He nodded. "You will need a bowl, water, fetch my foot scrub and oils." "Yes Mistress", he whispered as he nearly ran to gather the needed items. I smiled as he returned, carefully removing my boots. If he in any way annoyed me, I would hurt him. He knew this to be a simple fact. I would hurt him and I would take pleasure from doing so. He too knew that I knew he wanted it but unlike many, I was not there to serve his needs. He would serve mine. I could be most cruel and I knew how to hurt him in ways he would not enjoy. He was very careful.
He began to wash my feet, ensuring he made no mess, my foot rested on a towel that it did not touch the floor. I was a goddess and he knelt, cleaning me lovingly, the beads of the scrub gently relaxing me, I closed my eyes, enjoying the moment. I felt him relax as he worked, kissing my carefully scrubbed feet, working his way from my ankle to the toes before carefully applying the oils, watching as they soaked in. His pants stretched tight below me, this was not my concern but it did amuse me, oh, how he hoped that one day I would weaken and yet, he knew I would not. That was why he loved me, worshiped me. I was not weak like him. "You've been quite good today", I smiled. "You may worship me properly". His lips moved hungrily to my feet, his strong hands caressing, massaging to ensure I enjoyed it fully as he licked and sucked at my flesh. I moaned softly, looking him in the eyes, he could not bear for me to look at him in this way. I looked through him, to his deepest desires, ones he dared not even admit to himself. But, I saw it. "More", I whispered. His tongue moved between my toes, his lips gently wrapping around my toes, his fingers working hard at my muscles, my ankle, my legs. I moaned, cumming in my panties, beautiful, blissful, knowing how it tortured him. He would never touch more than my feet. He wouldn't dare.
"Would you like a release, slut?", My fingers slid through his hair, taking firm hold as I leaned forward, dark eyes flashing, devouring his soul without ever needing to do more than I felt like. "Please, Mistress", he wept. I smiled, his tears, so sweet, such suffering, such love. "Then show me what a worthless pig you are, my dirty little slave." I chuckled as he pulled himself free from his pants, stroking his hardness desperately, he would waste my time. It was not ever acceptable to make me wait. He came quickly over my feet, his eyes widening with deep pleasure as his head lowered. Only I could give him this and he knew it. He cleaned my feet of himself immediately, carefully, lovingly as he thanked me for his release. I did not always allow this. I smiled and waved him off to put things away, to clean what he had soiled. He came back clean and worshiped at my feet until I told him he could go. "Please, Mistress", may I care for your yard to be near you?". I smiled, "Go ahead, amuse yourself", I laughed, watching him run out the door happily after placing my boots back in place so I might stand without bother. I walked to the window, opening the curtains, watching him show my yard the same care he had shown me in the heat of the sun. I sipped my wine, myself amused. "Good puppy", I chuckled and walked away.
The doorbell rang and I sat, relaxing back. "Enter", I called. He came directly to me, falling to his knees beside me, desperate to touch me. I could smell his need as it wafted through the air. "Clean your hands", I whispered as I enjoyed my wine, watching him move quickly, obediently and back to my side. "Would you like to give me my weekly pedicure?", I asked as if I did not know the answer already. The light flashed in my eyes as I grinned at him, enjoying his anticipation, enjoying his suffering in waiting to touch me. He nodded. "You will need a bowl, water, fetch my foot scrub and oils." "Yes Mistress", he whispered as he nearly ran to gather the needed items. I smiled as he returned, carefully removing my boots. If he in any way annoyed me, I would hurt him. He knew this to be a simple fact. I would hurt him and I would take pleasure from doing so. He too knew that I knew he wanted it but unlike many, I was not there to serve his needs. He would serve mine. I could be most cruel and I knew how to hurt him in ways he would not enjoy. He was very careful.
He began to wash my feet, ensuring he made no mess, my foot rested on a towel that it did not touch the floor. I was a goddess and he knelt, cleaning me lovingly, the beads of the scrub gently relaxing me, I closed my eyes, enjoying the moment. I felt him relax as he worked, kissing my carefully scrubbed feet, working his way from my ankle to the toes before carefully applying the oils, watching as they soaked in. His pants stretched tight below me, this was not my concern but it did amuse me, oh, how he hoped that one day I would weaken and yet, he knew I would not. That was why he loved me, worshiped me. I was not weak like him. "You've been quite good today", I smiled. "You may worship me properly". His lips moved hungrily to my feet, his strong hands caressing, massaging to ensure I enjoyed it fully as he licked and sucked at my flesh. I moaned softly, looking him in the eyes, he could not bear for me to look at him in this way. I looked through him, to his deepest desires, ones he dared not even admit to himself. But, I saw it. "More", I whispered. His tongue moved between my toes, his lips gently wrapping around my toes, his fingers working hard at my muscles, my ankle, my legs. I moaned, cumming in my panties, beautiful, blissful, knowing how it tortured him. He would never touch more than my feet. He wouldn't dare.
"Would you like a release, slut?", My fingers slid through his hair, taking firm hold as I leaned forward, dark eyes flashing, devouring his soul without ever needing to do more than I felt like. "Please, Mistress", he wept. I smiled, his tears, so sweet, such suffering, such love. "Then show me what a worthless pig you are, my dirty little slave." I chuckled as he pulled himself free from his pants, stroking his hardness desperately, he would waste my time. It was not ever acceptable to make me wait. He came quickly over my feet, his eyes widening with deep pleasure as his head lowered. Only I could give him this and he knew it. He cleaned my feet of himself immediately, carefully, lovingly as he thanked me for his release. I did not always allow this. I smiled and waved him off to put things away, to clean what he had soiled. He came back clean and worshiped at my feet until I told him he could go. "Please, Mistress", may I care for your yard to be near you?". I smiled, "Go ahead, amuse yourself", I laughed, watching him run out the door happily after placing my boots back in place so I might stand without bother. I walked to the window, opening the curtains, watching him show my yard the same care he had shown me in the heat of the sun. I sipped my wine, myself amused. "Good puppy", I chuckled and walked away.
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