Audrey Arquette

It’s night time in my dungeon, and you’re already here, waiting for me, naked and eager. I walk down the stone steps, each one echoing my arrival, and I see you, your face illuminated by the single candle flame.

You’re on your knees, hands behind your back, head down, eyes on the ground. I can see the goosebumps on your skin, the way your breath hitches as I approach. You’re my gimp, my plaything, my property.

“Look at me,” I command, and you obey, your eyes meeting mine. I see the fear, the excitement, the anticipation. I reach out, running my fingers through your hair, feeling the strands stick to my sweaty palms.

“Good boy,” I whisper, and I see you shudder, your cock twitching in response. I walk around you, inspecting you, taking in the sight of your naked body, the way your muscles tense under my gaze.

I stop behind you, my breasts pressing against your back, my lips against your ear. “Do you know what I want from you tonight?” I ask, my voice low and seductive.

You shake your head, your breath hot against my skin. “No, Mistress,” you reply, your voice trembling.

I lean forward, my lips brushing against your ear. “I want you to eat my feet,” I whisper, and I feel you shudder in response.

I step back, my foot pressing against your chest, pushing you down to the ground. “Get on all fours,” I command, and you obey, your face now level with my feet.

I kick off my shoes, my socks following suit, and I place my bare feet on your face, feeling the warmth of your skin against mine. “Lick them,” I command, and you obey, your tongue darting out, tracing a path along the arch of my foot.

I moan in pleasure, my head thrown back, my eyes closed. I feel your tongue working its way up and down my foot, your lips sucking on my toes, your teeth gently nibbling.

“Fuck, that feels good,” I moan, my hands reaching down, running my fingers through your hair, pulling on the strands.

“Do you like that, my gimp?” I ask, my voice filled with desire. “Do you like the taste of my feet?”

You nod your head, your mouth too full to answer, your tongue still working its magic.

“Good boy,” I praise, my voice filled with satisfaction. “Keep going, don’t stop.”

I feel your tongue working its way up my leg, your lips kissing my skin, your teeth gently nibbling. I moan in pleasure, my hands reaching down, pulling on your hair, urging you on.

“Fuck, yes,” I moan, my body writhing in pleasure. “Right there, don’t stop.”

I feel your tongue working its way up my thigh, your lips kissing my skin, your teeth gently nibbling. I moan in pleasure, my hands reaching down, pulling on your hair, urging you on.

“Fuck, yes,” I moan, my body writhing in pleasure. “Right there, don’t stop.”

I feel your tongue working its way up my thigh, your lips kissing my skin, your teeth gently nibbling. I moan in pleasure, my hands reaching down, pulling on your hair, urging you on.

“Fuck, yes,” I moan, my body writhing in pleasure. “Right there, don’t stop.”

And then, suddenly, you stop. I open my eyes, looking down at you, my breath hitched. “What are you doing?” I ask, my voice filled with confusion.

You look up at me, your face flushed, your eyes filled with desire. “I want to taste you, Mistress,” you reply, your voice filled with longing.

I smile, my heart racing. “Well, then,” I say, my voice filled with wickedness. “Go ahead.”

And with that, you dive between my legs, your tongue finding my clit, your lips sucking on my pussy, your teeth gently nibbling.

I moan in pleasure, my hands reaching down, pulling on your hair, urging you on. “Fuck, yes,” I moan, my body writhing in pleasure. “Right there, don’t stop.”

And you don’t. You keep going, your tongue working its magic, your lips sucking on my clit, your teeth gently nibbling.

I moan in pleasure, my body writhing in pleasure. “Fuck, yes,” I moan, my body writhing in pleasure. “Right there, don’t stop.”

And then, suddenly, I come, my body shaking, my pussy contracting, my moans filling the dungeon.

And as I come down from my high, I look down at you, my gimp, my plaything, my property.

“Good boy,” I praise, my voice filled with satisfaction. “You did well.”

And with that, I turn around, walking back up the steps, leaving you there, on your knees, your face covered in my juices.

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