On a sweltering summer afternoon, Lady Feetilious propped her feet up on a chair, her soles catching the sun's rays. Jeremy's eyes were glued to her feet, his mind swimming with lust, aching to be her footslut. The sight of her feet, so close yet so commanding, made his desire burn hotter than the sun above. Each toe seemed to beckon him closer, and the thought of being beneath her feet sent shivers down his spine. Lady knew the power she held over him, watching him squirm with anticipation. With a sly smile, she murmured, "Now," and Jeremy's heart pounded, ready to indulge in his deepest, ...

On a sweltering summer afternoon, Lady Feetilious propped her feet up on a chair, her soles catching the sun's rays. Jeremy's eyes were glued to her feet, his mind swimming with lust, aching to be her footslut. The sight of her feet, so close yet so commanding, made his desire burn hotter than the sun above. Each toe seemed to beckon him closer, and the thought of being beneath her feet sent shivers down his spine. Lady knew the power she held over him, watching him squirm with anticipation. With a sly smile, she murmured, "Now," and Jeremy's heart pounded, ready to indulge in his deepest, most submissive fantasies at her feet.