With a snap of her fingers, the genie rearranges the furniture in the living room. The ottoman slides over and positions itself in front of the couch as you are transferred into a kneeling position in front of it. The Genie trades places with you, reclining on the couch with her bare feet propped up in front of you.
“Now then, my good little slave, you’re going to behave, right? I don’t think you want to find out what a month of orgasm denial feels like, do you? Imagine being kept on the edge, unable to find that sweet release, for a whole month. Torturous thought, hm?”
You shudder at her words despite the bolts they shoot to your loins. The young genie wiggles her feet in your face, her soles less than a foot away. “Now, before we get to the good stuff, I want you to smell my feet. You’re going to press your face into my soles and breathe deeply through your nose – as if you could use your mouth – until I say stop.”
The bolts that had been probing your fading erection become a current as your member hardens painfully. You are dragged across the floor by her magic until your face is nestled between her soft size 10’s. There is a faint aroma of sweat, but not enough to be overpowering, lingering on her divine feet as she covers the front of your head. The balls of her feet rest in your eyes as your nose finds the groove between her arches.
The genie laughs, scrunching her toes playfully as she leans back. “Just remember to breathe deeply, slave, or you’re going to suffocate down there. Hmm… maybe I’ll let you kneel here all night… that would be nice. I think I enjoy having you beneath my feet.” You can hear her licking her lips as she speaks.
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