midiq
Food is my enemy
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She shoved me onto my back with her other foot planted squarely on my chest, toes curling into my shirt. Then she shifted, pressing one sole down on my throat with controlled pressure while the second slid lower, gripping and teasing through my clothes. Sitting on the edge of her throne-like chair, Cynthia lowered her foot fully over my face, smothering my mouth and nose with her warm arch. Her toes parted just enough for me to breathe her in as she leaned forward, adding more weight.
She kept me pinned like that for a long time, grinding her heels and soles down, forcing me to kiss and worship every inch from heel to toe while murmuring, “Good boy.” Her powerful feet dominated me completely, controlling my breath and body until she finally tilted my chin up with her toes.
“Next time you challenge me,” she said with a possessive smile, “you’ll end up right back here, under my feet where you belong.”
She kept me pinned like that for a long time, grinding her heels and soles down, forcing me to kiss and worship every inch from heel to toe while murmuring, “Good boy.” Her powerful feet dominated me completely, controlling my breath and body until she finally tilted my chin up with her toes.
“Next time you challenge me,” she said with a possessive smile, “you’ll end up right back here, under my feet where you belong.”
