My exercise regime is feared by My sl*ves. They know that they cannot keep up with Me and that I become stronger, fitter and more superior compared with them as a result. When I return from a run or the gym, I expect a sl*ve to be awaiting My arrival, ready to serve Me as I see fit. Today I smile as I find My naked sl*ve, on his knees where I left him.

I question the sub to ensure that his thoughts are exactly where I directed them to be, and this boy does not disappoint. For My sub has been awaiting “My sweaty *ss” and My feet which will be used to sm*ther the submissive. I have the sl*ve lower himself physically to kiss My trainers, even as I elevate his status to that of a lowly shoe kisser. My boy is keen; he worships the trainers with loud kisses spread widely over the surface of My footwear.

I watch the sl*ve, having him kiss the shoes even harder, all over with proper fervour. Once I am satisfied, I have the sub take My trainers off, letting My post workout hot, sweaty feet out. The sl*ve fumbles nervously with My laces and I insist on being served with his full, direct attention. The focused sl*ve becomes useful and, as he serves properly, his l*ttle c*ck twitches for Me.

I have the sl*ve lie down, no doubt preparing to worship My feet. Only I have different plans and sit directly on his face. I am generous sitting front on and then turning around, scenting My sl*ve fully. What a combination of scents for one sl*ve to absorb and process! I wiggle My *ss as the sl*ve attempts to speak, his muffled words reflecting what I want to hear from this wretch. I empty My saliva into the sl*ve’s mouth “Take it all!” and then bounce My *ss up and down on the fortunate sl*ve’s face.

I feel My boy s*ffering, desperate for breath as I spit on his pathetic c*ck. I get really comfortable this time as the sl*ve thrashes about beneath Me. I hear his cries fade as his legs cycle back and forth beneath Me. I know that My sl*ve is feeling the effects of My hot sweat on his face. As I ease up and away for a moment the sl*ve’s gasps are frantic, hurried and frenzied. What a predicament, My boy desires to remain underneath My *ss for the rest of the day and yet, he needs to breathe in order to be My sm*thered possession for another moment!

I reassert My, sexily cheeky, dominance; I pin the sl*ve down with My *ss and enjoy his squirming. I take pleasure in making the sl*ve’s service difficult and he thanks Me as My buttocks descend once more, blocking out his light, his air and his thoughts from anything but Me! I change My position and place My hot socks onto the sub’s face, a face that I control. As I do so I crush the sl*ve’s pathetic c*ck beneath My *ss.

I manoeuvre My feet, having the sl*ve sn*ff, kiss and sn*ff My socks. Then I place My bare, sweaty, feet all over the sub’s face, what bliss! The sl*ve’s lusty moans are a tribute to his submission; the need that he feels and that I dictate the answers to. I turn the sl*ve’s face from side to side, playing with his features and reddening his visage.

The sl*ve sn*ffs for all he is worth, the sweaty scent driving him wild. I stand and crush his b*lls beneath My sweaty toes, My gorgeous red pedicure set off beautifully by the sl*ve’s squashed nuts. I overload My boy by sm*thering him once more, taking his breath away for longer still, and his ragged intakes of breath are now noticeably louder and more desperate.

What a good boy, totally denied yet favoured. I laugh at his surrender; My control is total. Even the air that sustains the sl*ve is mine to govern. I have My boy kiss My feet in thanks before kneeling before Me, he now has a pile of housework tasks to do!

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Furzen Face Sitting Ersticken SWEATY SFFERING SMTHERED BENEATH MY *SS AND FEET POST WORKOUT mit C4s.com