Her feet... delicate yet commanding, perfectly sculpted and faintly dusty from her eternal rule over this realm.

Without hesitation, she pointed down, and her command echoed in my mind: "Prove your devotion."

Kneeling before her, I leaned in, my lips brushing against the arch of her foot. Her skin was warm, her scent i, and the faint taste of salt and earth overwhelmed my senses. She chuckled softly, watching as I lavished her feet with every ounce of reverence I could muster.

But this was only the beginning. "Do not stop until you are empty," she teased, her voice d...

Her feet... delicate yet commanding, perfectly sculpted and faintly dusty from her eternal rule over this realm.

Without hesitation, she pointed down, and her command echoed in my mind: "Prove your devotion."

Kneeling before her, I leaned in, my lips brushing against the arch of her foot. Her skin was warm, her scent i, and the faint taste of salt and earth overwhelmed my senses. She chuckled softly, watching as I lavished her feet with every ounce of reverence I could muster.

But this was only the beginning. "Do not stop until you are empty," she teased, her voice dripping with amusement. I obeyed, licking and kissing, tracing every inch of her divine feet with my tongue. Minutes passed or was it an eternity? My mouth grew dry, my throat parched, but she was relentless. Every time I slowed, she pressed her heel against my lips, a silent reminder that submission to her was absolute.

As the last remnants of my saliva dried, leaving my tongue heavy and useless, she smirked triumphantly. She leaned forward, her fingers brushing my chin as she whispered, "Good. You are learning your place."

Trapped in her dungeon, I knew there was no escape. But part of me didn't want to leave. Serving her, worshiping her, this was my purpose now. And in her wicked smile, I saw the promise of many more trials to come.