The velvet chaise lounge seemed to swallow Marco whole, his eyes wide with anticipation. Goddess Fina, a vision in crimson silk, surveyed him with a knowing smile. "You understand your purpose here, foot slave?" she purred, her Italian accent thick with command.
Marco gulped, his gaze fixed on Fina's exquisite feet, adorned with delicate silver anklets. The air crackled with erotic tension. "To… to worship, Goddess."
"Correct," she purred, extending a perfectly sculpted foot towards him. The scent, a blend of expensive lotion and something undeniably… *her*, filled his nostrils. He reached out, his trembling fingers gently grasping her toes. He began to massage her foot.
"Begin properly, foot slave," Fina commanded, a hint of impatience in her voice. Marco understood. He leaned forward, pressing his lips against her sole. A low moan escaped his throat as he began his devotion. He licked the arch of her foot, savoring the salty sweetness. He took each toe individually into his mouth, sucking it slowly and deliberately. He loved the feeling of toesucking.
The foot smother was the next step. He pressed his face into her foot. He licked between each toe.
Fina laughed, a throaty sound that sent shivers down Marco's spine. "Good. Very good. But you can do better."
He increased the pressure, his tongue exploring every inch of her foot. He lavished attention on her heel, her instep, her delicate ankles. He was completely lost in the act of worship, every fiber of his being focused on pleasing his Goddess.
Time seemed to melt away. Marco, the erstwhile 'foot slave', had become a devotee, consumed by the exquisite pleasure of serving his Goddess Fina. The chaise lounge was their temple, and her feet, his obsession. For him, there was nothing more important than foot worship and toesucking
This was his life now, being a femdom foot slave, and it was exactly where he belonged.
