"Remove my shoes," she snapped, "and then massage my feet."Remove my shoes," she snapped, "and then massage my feet." "Yes, Mistress," she said, hurrying over and addressing her in the form she most liked to hear. It thrilled her just to say those words, the submissive words of a love slave, and she was soon on her knees at her feet. With a feeling of reverence mixed with growing passion, Alicia lifted one of the feet Stephanie offered her and caressed the well-polished shoe. She removed it,setting it aside, then took the stockinged foot in the palm of her hands. This was the finest prize she could imagine as she stroked the smooth foot, admired the perfect form, then bent to bestow a worshipful kiss. Stephanie moved forward in the chair, raising her black skirt as she did so,then parting her legs. "Get your head between my thighs, Slave," she ordered her, "and eat my pussy." It was involuntary movement as Alicia nodded in submission, setting down her foot to bend her body towards her wife. As she moved closer to the edge of the chair she pressed her face between the smooth, white pillars of her thighs, getting an incredibly strong whiff of her passion. |