You're nothing but a pathetic little slave, bound and gagged at my feet. I sit upon my throne, the queen of this dungeon, and you're just a mere subject, begging for my attention. Your pitiful cock strains against the ropes, desperate for release, but I have other plans for you.

I tease you mercilessly, dangling my feet just out of reach, taunting you with the promise of pleasure. You strain against the ropes, your eyes fixed on my toes, your mouth watering at the prospect of tasting my skin. And then, I give you a little treat - a few drops of my saliva, dripping from my lips onto...

You're nothing but a pathetic little slave, bound and gagged at my feet. I sit upon my throne, the queen of this dungeon, and you're just a mere subject, begging for my attention. Your pitiful cock strains against the ropes, desperate for release, but I have other plans for you.

I tease you mercilessly, dangling my feet just out of reach, taunting you with the promise of pleasure. You strain against the ropes, your eyes fixed on my toes, your mouth watering at the prospect of tasting my skin. And then, I give you a little treat - a few drops of my saliva, dripping from my lips onto your eager tongue.

"Lick my feet, slave," I command, my voice dripping with disdain. "Suck my toes, and maybe, just maybe, I'll let you come." You obey, of course, your tongue lapping at my skin like a hungry dog. But I'm not done with you yet. I deny you the release you so desperately crave, instead choosing to edge you, to tease you, to drive you wild with desire.

You're nothing but a plaything, a toy for me to use and discard. And yet, you beg for more, your eyes pleading with me to let you come. But I'm the one in control, the mistress of this dungeon, and I'll do with you as I please. You'll come when I say you can, and not a moment sooner.

So, slave, are you ready to beg for mercy? Are you ready to surrender to my whims? Then let's begin, and see just how far I can push you...