Mistress Cruel Love - Chapter 5 - We Must Not Allow A Femdom Gap - Sex Stories

Mistress Cruel Love - Chapter 5 - We Must Not Allow A Femdom Gap

... they commented on his performance.

“Sounds like he's new at this.”

“Yeah, I've gotten much better service from the club maids. That's for sure.”

“Maybe his skinny owner isn't big on foot worship?”

“All the better for him to get some training from me!”

Markus continued lavishing blondie's boots and listening to their lewd comments until the leash was handed to the next woman. The brunette in black latex pulled him to her side of the table until Markus' face was right in front of her thick, rubbery calves. She ducked her head down briefly to give him instructions.

“Take my shoes off, gently, and get to work. I expect a nice, long massage and kisses all over my glorious feet!”

“Yes, Ma'am” Markus answered in his girliest voice, eager to please the demanding Dommes so he could be on his way.

He slipped her shoes off to reveal bloated, pudgy white feet. The smell of them hit like a punch to the face. It was the thick odor of sweaty feet that had been crammed into heels all day. He began massaging them as he reached down to place his first kiss on the top of her left foot. Markus cringed as he got his first taste of her flesh. A powerful whiff of her toes followed as he began making his way up and down her bridge with gentle kisses.

Markus couldn't believe he was doing this. Every vestige of his will that remained screamed at him to get up and leave, but the fear of being found out and disappointing Shireen kept him in line. He'd done crazy things for ...

... pussy before, but even he was shocked by how far he was going this time. The power women wielded over men was fearsome and growing by the day. Even men who weren't into Femdom.

“So, how does he rate as a masseuse?”

“Amateur at best” the brunette scoffed. She pushed him away with her left foot and stuck her right one in front of his face. Markus went back to work, hoping to get it over with as fast as possible so he could move on to whatever his final task was. Her caressed her fat, fleshy foot up and down; littering it with dutiful kisses.

“No surprise. Any slave who can't lick boots properly isn't going to give a good foot massage!”

“Yeah, he's pretty worthless as far as I can tell.”

When she'd had enough, the brunette mashed the bottom of her right foot into his face and pushed him away. “He's all yours” she said to the black-haired matron before handing her the end of the leash.

The enormous woman in satin shifted her bulk to the side, yanked on his leash and pointed her finger down at the dent in the leather cushioning where she'd just been sitting. “Your head, right there slut!”

Markus gritted his teeth and stifled a whimper as he crawled to the end of the booth. He knew what she wanted after witnessing the arduous affair during the previous visit. He turned around, put his back up against the bottom of the seat and poked his head out. He got a brief view of the ceiling of the club's first floor before the gigantic woman shifted her flab across the ...