Her Fantasies

The Pakistani customer-mistress doesn’t hold back on telling me her fantasies as I dutifully and respectfully lickshine her shoes:

‘If you were being my slave I would be whipping you every day, isn’t it? All the time you are feeling my whip! You are being in constant pain. You are begging for my mercy, but you are receiving none. For you are being my slave and I am doing whatever I am wanting with you. You are in my power and at my mercy. I am your god.’

I dignify her fantasies with the only response appropriate for a slave:

‘Yes, mistress madam. It would be my honour to be your personal slave and to wear the constant sting of your whip, madam. God bless you, madam!’

'You are in my power and at my mercy. I am your god.’

Licking my goddess's shoe...

...as she expresses her slave-owning fantasies

The goddess's short, nylon sock - such a contrast with her soft, brown skin!

She revels in her fantastic power over me...

...an old man at her feet!

I dare not look at her above the nylon sock

Her shoe tassels reinforce the message about her WHIP...

...and how I would have to wear its constant STING if I were her personal slave!

A mistress like this would be not to be messed with!

She would, indeed, be my god...

...being superior to me in every way!

 

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