Her feet are impeccably clean right now.
If she’s brave enough to stay, that will change pretty soon.
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Chained, Part Seven
“I love how she stays up on her toes,” Popcorn said.
Penthouse got down on his knees and tied my legs together at the ankles. He patted my calf before standing back up. “Can you stay up until we’re done with you like a good girl?”
I nodded, biting down on the corners of the gag as Popcorn hit me with the flogger.
I’m proud to say I did.
I made him worship my feet.
I hadn’t had a lot of experience with it besides a little bit of blushy messing around with Switch, but something just sort of persuaded me to do it and so I went on a hunch and did.
There was something really, really appealing about the look on Penthouse’s face while he did it. There was this sincere desire to please that literally got me soaked.
Too bad my feet are far too ticklish.
But, looking at a picture like this makes me want to imagine a guy kneeling below those shoes. So, I’ve been corrupted.
My toppy side came out and paid a visit while I was staying with Penthouse.
He had expressed an interest in trying it out and it was interesting to explore that sort of dynamic again.
I’d have to say my favorite part was when I was reading a certain something while straddling him and essentially ignoring him while he begged.
I’m not sure how I got quite so mean, but I’m pretty pleased with that fact.
SG and I took a few days away.
I’m back now and I hope you’ve all been well, tumblr.