With a snap of her fingers, the mistress orders her maid.
"I've made up my mind, Lucy, my dear" she said, caressing your cheek softly with her metal arms. She bends down to give you a soft kiss on the forehead and gets up immediately, contemplating you from all her height and grandeur, she points to her black leather boot, dirty from the experiments she was carrying out while you slept peacefully. You understand the message, these centuries of servitude towards this entity that you have learned to venerate carries the experience of this type of gesture. The Mistress offers you the unique opportunity to purify your lips by granting them the contact of her dirty boots.
Without waiting for a single word, you rush on them, kissing them with all your lips, while you hear your mistress laugh. As you kiss them tenderly, she bends down. You feel her caress the back of your head.
"Look at you, servant, a few centuries ago, you were at the top of the food chain. Queen of the Underworld, Patroness of Sins, CEO of Hell? Now it only takes the snap of a finger to drop you on your knees and beg me to kiss the boots. You like that, don't you? You like your mistress calling you back to pitiful existence, don't you?" Quips Loremaster.
These words echoes in your broken mind as you endlessly relive the scenes that led Azazel the Curious Angel to become Queen of Hell and dominate your life. You raise your head, looking at your beautiful mistress smiling wholeheartedly and without any shame you say to her, in the whites of her eyes, "Yes, Mistress, I am only to serve you".
Loremaster strokes your head. "You know it" she repeats. Despite all the suffering she puts you through, your unhealthy love for her has never ceased.
She sits down in her comfortable desk chair. On a footrest, she raises her two magnificent legs locked in the pants she is wearing. She crosses her feet. As you look at them, you have the impression that they are calling you. She snaps her fingers and you approach her. She points to her boots and you get the message, you have to take them off gently, not so that your mistress's feet hurt, but simply to prolong the sadistic pleasure of seeing you desire her feet as you slowly take off her shoes.
As the torture begins, you very slowly remove the boots. You gently reveal your mistress' high socks, smelling like she ran all over the face of the Earth and more. At the point of reaching the ankle you no longer hold in place, you tremble and when you finally see her feet, you fall to your knees.
"Stay like that, don't move, take a good look at my feet" she says, sadistically. She makes you stay like that for two whole hours. Staring at her feet, your greatest object of desire and lust, with no ability to do anything. "Good girl, Lucy" she laughs. Everytimes she calls you "Lucy", your heart melts. "Smell them, slave", she finally orders.
You rush to her socked sweated feet and inhale the air coming out of them, the sweat enters your nose, awaken your senses, at one point, you feel like you're about to merge with them. Your mistress's laughter only grows louder as you worship her feet as if it were food for a poor soul who hadn't eaten in ten days.
To keep on the fun, she decides what to do next.
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