Superior Feet - Dominant dream: Created to smell my feet

Superior Feet - Dominant dream: Created to smell my feet

As I walked into the dimly lit dungeon, my heart skipped a beat. The smell of my slave's submissive arousal hung heavy in the air, mixed with the faint scent of her sweat and fear. I was here to indulge in my favorite pastime - dominating her through my divine Superior Feet.

She was chained to the wall, her body exposed and vulnerable in nothing but her underwear. Her eyes darted from side to side, desperate for any sign of escape, but finding none. As I stood before her, she knew that the moment she had been dreading had arrived.

"Are you ready, my inferior?" I purred, my voice dripping with false kindness. I was wearing a pair of black stilettos that added inches to my already towering presence. She whimpered in response, her gaze shifting down towards my feet.

Slowly, I lifted one of my pumps and placed it on top of a small stool, creating a vantage point from which she could admire them. The gleam of anticipation in her eyes was almost enough to make me orgasm on the spot.

"You may worship them," I commanded. My slave immediately dropped to her knees, her hands clasped together as if in prayer. She leaned forward, her nostrils flaring as she breathed in deeply, inhaling the sweet aroma of my Superior Feet.

"Mmm, that's it," I cooed, relishing in her devoted adoration. "Tell me how divine they smell." She hesitated for only a second before speaking.

"Your feet... they smell like heaven," she whispered. The words resonated deep within me, causing my pussy to pulse with pleasure.

I pressed my injured foot against her cheek, feeling the warmth of her breath against my skin. "And what about these ones?" I asked, alternating between the two feet in front of her. "They smell just as divine, don't they?"

"Yes, Mistress," she murmured, her lips grazing the delicate skin of my toes. "Each foot is a work of art, created by the gods to bring pleasure and humiliation to their inferior."

I leaned forward, pressing my other breast against her forehead. "That's right, my inferior. I am your goddess, and these feet are my divine tools of domination. Now, tell me how you became so obsessed with my feet."

She swallowed hard, her throat bobbing as she spoke. "It was my first time seeing such beautiful feet," she confessed, her voice barely audible. "I was entranced by the sight of them, and the scent was intoxicating. All I could think about was worshipping them, tasting them, pleasing you."

I smiled, taking in the sight of this pathetic slave worshiping my feet. This was what power felt like - to be adored and cherished, but only on my own terms.

"Someday," I mused, running my fingers through her hair, "I may just decide to let you taste these feet of mine. Until then, you shall continue to worship them, to breathe them in, and to crave more of my divine scent."

With that, I removed my foot from her cheek and stepped away, leaving her yearning for more contact with my feet. As I watched her struggle to contain her desire, I knew that she was mine - forever in awe of my Superior Feet.