My poor, ex-husband... He was distraught when I told him that I wanted to divorce him. He wants so badly just to be near me. He said he’d do anything to keep me around. Anything? Really? I don’t think he quite understands what he’s gotten himself in to.
I made him give me his freedom and now he’s my slave. I drag him into the room on a chain attached to a collar that I’ve placed around his neck. I own him now and I am going to tell him exactly what to do and when to do it. He worships the ground I walk on. This is going to be a much more satisfying relationship – certainl...
My poor, ex-husband... He was distraught when I told him that I wanted to divorce him. He wants so badly just to be near me. He said he’d do anything to keep me around. Anything? Really? I don’t think he quite understands what he’s gotten himself in to.
I made him give me his freedom and now he’s my slave. I drag him into the room on a chain attached to a collar that I’ve placed around his neck. I own him now and I am going to tell him exactly what to do and when to do it. He worships the ground I walk on. This is going to be a much more satisfying relationship – certainly for me. Perhaps also for him. But now that I own his dick, he’ll never be able to fuck again and I’ll be fucking whoever I like...
I can feel his dick getting hard in his little satin panties whilst I describe his new life to him. I bend over, still holding his chain firmly, and command him to kiss my perfect ass. On his knees with his face planted between my ass cheeks. He’s a much better pet than a husband. This is how he will greet me every morning. I deserve to be worshipped like the queen I am.
I sit back down and slap him hard across the face. He’s not a man anymore. He’s my slave. I remind him of this before instructing him to remove the heel from my foot and kiss it. He kisses my shiny, black pump before I command him to stop and place it on the ground. Now he may kiss my foot. My little, red toenails are visible through my stockings. I tell him to hold my foot in his hand like the perfect piece of art it is. My feet deserve to be kissed and worshipped properly.
I rub my pantyhose-covered feet against the satin panties he is wearing. He’s getting so hard. I bend over again and instruct him to get down on the floor and kiss all the way from my little heels up to my ass.
He stands up and I pull down his satin panties to reveal his erection. He seems to have gotten very excited kissing me all over. I dangle my heel off my foot, place his cock in the space between my heel and my foot and crush him in the gap. He groans in pain, which makes me laugh. It’s been so long since he’s had an orgasm. I’ve been so preoccupied with my new lovers that I haven’t spared a single moment to think about his sad excuse for a dick. I take off my shoe and push the stiletto heel into his cock then hit his cock with it until he groans in pain again. I rub my pantyhose-covered feet on his cock then start kicking him hard in the cock and balls. He loves getting smacked in the cock – especially by my lovely feet. He’s as hard as a rock.
He’s still standing and I bend over in my chair. I rub my perfect ass against the outside of his thigh whilst lifting my feet up and rubbing them on his cock. I tell him to think about how much sex his wife is going to be having and how he’s going to get nothing. I put his satin panties back on. His erection looks so sad underneath the soft, feminine fabric. He’s not going to get laid today. He’ll be lucky if he gets to jerk off in my shoe.
