As I knelt before Miss Anna, my cock throbbing eagerly in her presence, I could feel the anticipation building in my chest. She was going to make me cum, there was no doubt about it. Her perfect, high-heeled feet were within reach, and I knew that once she allowed me to touch them, it would only be a matter of time before I exploded all over her satin-clad claws.
"Now, to business," she purred, her voice like silk against my ears. She lifted her left foot and placed it gently on the back of my neck, gently pressing down. I closed my eyes briefly in ecstasy as her soft skin brushed against my cheek.
"Worship my feet," she commanded, and I obeyed without hesitation. My tongue darted out to lick and caress her toes, polishing them with gentle strokes that sent shivers of pleasure coursing through my body. I heard her sigh contentedly as I worked, and it only fueled my desire to please her more.
As my enthusiasm grew, so did her inflated sense of dominance. She began to tease me, taunting me with glimpses of the punishment that awaited if I didn't perform to her satisfaction. "You're such a pathetic excuse for a man," she purred, her words laced with venom. "I can't believe you think you deserve even a fraction of my attention."
Her cruel words stung, but they only served to heighten my arousal. I doubled down on my efforts, lavishing her feet with attention and affection, hoping that it would be enough to earn her approval.
And then, just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, she finally gave me the command I had been waiting for. "Take out your cock and jerk off," she ordered, a devilish glint in her eye. I didn't need to be told twice; my hands were already shaking with anticipation as I freed my aching length from its confines.
With her feet still firmly planted on my neck and body, she watched as I began to stroke myself. My hips bucked instinctively, and I let out a moan of pleasure as my fingers found their rhythm. I could feel my climax building, and I knew that this time, it was going to be glorious.
She watched with a predatory gaze, her eyes locked onto mine, daring me to cum. And finally, when my entire being was consumed with ecstasy, I let go. My vision went white, and for one glorious moment, I was lost in the throes of orgasm.
"That's it, slave," she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Now clean up your mess." Slowly, reluctantly, I lowered my head to do her bidding, my cock still twitching with pleasure. As I licked up the last traces of my own cum from Miss Anna's luxurious carpet, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the humiliation she had subjected me to. Because in that moment of degradation, I had experienced a level of pleasure beyond anything I could have imagined.
