Lady Scarlet stood tall over her personal bitch, his wrists firmly tied behind his back. She watched as he knelt before her, his eyes eagerly fixed on her feet, his mouth watering in anticipation. The sight of his desperation made her heart beat faster with excitement. Without saying a word, she slowly unlaced her shoes, and let them fall to the ground.
Her personal bitch immediately moved in, his lips parting as he caught a whiff of her scent. He kissed each foot with fervor, lapping up every drop of sweat and skin he could reach. His tongue danced across her toes, licking between them and causing her to let out a soft moan. He was so aroused, it was almost as if he could taste her power.
"Enough," she said finally, her voice a low growl. She grabbed him by the hair and pulled him to his feet. His cock, already hard, bounced against his stomach as he stood before her cowering. With one swift movement, she slammed him to the ground and straddled him, pushing his head down towards her crotch.
"You will worship my feet, understand?" she asked, her stern voice echoing in the room. He nodded eagerly, his lips brushing against the satin of her panties. She watched with satisfaction as he lapped up every drop of her essence from the fabric.
Slowly, she moved her foot up to his lips, and paused at the tip of his nose. She took a deep breath, enjoying the scent of her own power. He waited patiently, his eyes locked onto hers, his mouth open in anticipation. With a low growl, she slowly pushed her foot into his mouth, forcing him to take it deeper. He moaned around it, his saliva mixing with her essence as he tried to please her.
"That's it," she purred, running her fingers through his hair. "Adore me with your mouth."
Slowly, she began to move her hips, thrusting her foot deeper into his mouth. He gagged around it, his tongue desperately trying to keep up with her demands. She smiled, her muscles tensing in pleasure. She loved the feeling of power that surged through her every time she dominated him completely.
As she rode him, she slowly lifted one leg up, daring him to take it deeper. He did so without hesitation, his tongue probing every crevice of her muscles. She took advantage of his position, grinding her hips against his face, her weight crushing him underneath her. The more he worshipped her, the stronger her desire grew.
Finally, she could take it no more. With a forceful push, she pulled her foot from his mouth and rose to her feet. He looked up at her, his eyes brimming with tears of pleasure and pain. She smiled down at him, reaching down to grip his cock roughly in her hand.
"Your turn to worship," she said, guiding him to his feet. Slowly, she led him towards her throne, her grip on his cock unwavering. He couldn't believe the power she held over him, the way she could make him feel such intense pleasure and pain all at once.
As he knelt before her, his head pressed against her thigh, she let out a contented sigh. She knew that he would never be free from her grasp, not while he loved her so much. And she loved the feeling of control she had over him, the way he would do anything to please her.
With a small laugh, she leaned back in her throne, enjoying the adoration pouring from her personal bitch. He kissed every inch of her body, taking her spit into his mouth as if it were the most precious gift. She watched as he pulled back, his eyes filled with love and wonder for her. He knew she was his world, his everything. And as she sat there, basking in his adoration, she knew that she would never be alone again.
