Mistress Lexy Noir indulges in the presence of two chattels, knowing their desire to worship Her fully, but today, She has other plans. Seated comfortably with a cigarette in hand, She commands their attention, but the focus of their devotion will be solely on Her shoes.

At first, they are only allowed to gaze at the spiky heels, close enough to admire but denied any touch. Mistress Lexy takes Her time, enjoying their frustration until She grants them permission to press their lips to the cold, hard surface of Her shoes. With one lying beneath Her and the other kneeling, She watche...

Mistress Lexy Noir indulges in the presence of two chattels, knowing their desire to worship Her fully, but today, She has other plans. Seated comfortably with a cigarette in hand, She commands their attention, but the focus of their devotion will be solely on Her shoes.

At first, they are only allowed to gaze at the spiky heels, close enough to admire but denied any touch. Mistress Lexy takes Her time, enjoying their frustration until She grants them permission to press their lips to the cold, hard surface of Her shoes. With one lying beneath Her and the other kneeling, She watches with pleasure as their tongues work in unison on the soles, grovelling at the lowest part of Her being.

Pleased with their pathetic eagerness, She orders them both to the floor. As She presses Her shoes against their noses, making them inhale Her scent, the ultimate honour comes when She finally lets them sniff Her stocking-clad feet. All the while, Mistress Lexy savours the power She holds over their humiliation as She continues to smoke, basking in their submission.