Kiss my feet, beg the bone
I don’t even have to speak, you know what I expect with just a look. My leash dangles from my toes and with a single phrase, you obey. Crawling. Kissing. Desperate for your bone, my feet, my approval. I tease, torment, and finally gag you on my strap until you cry and confesses your place in my...
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