Superior Feet - Dominant dream: your face is used to clean My feet

Superior Feet - Dominant dream: your face is used to clean My feet

Superior Feet - Dominant dream: your face is used to clean My feet

The young woman, trembling with excitement, crawls towards the foot of the almighty goddess, her eyes fixed on the dirty soles of her feet. She can't believe she is about to fulfill her deepest desire - to clean those magnificent feet and inhale their divine scent.

Slowly, the goddess stretches out her foot and places it gently on the slave's quivering flesh. The warmth of her skin against the slave's face sends chills down her spine. With a look of approval, the goddess pulls the slave's hair, guiding her face towards her feet.

The slave presses her face against the warm, sticky soles of the feet, taking in their intoxicating scent. She begins to kiss and nibble at the toes, her tongue flicking out to taste every inch of the divine feet. Her heart races as she feels the goddess's powerful legs wrapped around her shoulders, holding her in place.

The goddess watches with satisfaction as the slave dedicates herself to the task at hand. She loves seeing the adoration in their eyes as they worship her feet, knowing that it is their ultimate submission. With a sigh of contentment, the goddess begins to relax, allowing the tension to seep out of her body.

As the slave licks, kisses, and nuzzles her way up the feet, she feels the goddess's heel grind against her cheekbone. It's a reminder of who is in control and a punishment for any missteps. She obediently continues cleaning the feet, her tongue tracing every crevice and groove, determined to earn the goddess's approval.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the slave reaches the top of the foot. With trembling hands, she brushes away the last bits of dirt and debris. Looking up at the goddess, she sees a satisfied smile on her face, and knows that she has done well. The goddess slowly withdraws her foot from the slave's face, leaving behind a lingering scent of beauty and power.

The goddess extends her hand, beckoning the slave to come closer. As she approaches, she can see the longing in the slave's eyes, the desire to clean those feet once again. The goddess smirks, knowing that she has complete control over this pathetic creature. She leans down and whispers into the slave's ear, her warm breath sending shivers down her spine, "Clean My other foot, slave." And so, the cycle begins again.