DIRTY PUPPY'S EDGING STORY
As the dim light flickered in t..
Published: June 1st 2023, 2:08:29 pm
DIRTY PUPPY'S EDGING STORY
As the dim light flickered in the room, I could see the anticipation in his eyes, his breaths heavy and labored. I knew he was desperate for my touch, but I wanted to tease him, to make him beg for it.
"Come here, puppy," I commanded, tapping my nylon-covered foot impatiently on the floor. He crawled over to me and looked up with a mixture of adoration and desperation.
"Goddess," he whispered, his voice trembling with need. I smirked, knowing I had complete control over him.
"On your knees," I ordered as I sat down on the edge of the bed, my legs crossed, and my nylon-clad feet just out of his reach. He obeyed, his entire body tense with anticipation.
"Before you can touch my bare skin, you must worship my feet through these stockings," I instructed, wiggling my toes and watching his eyes follow every movement. "Understand?"
"Yes, Goddess," he replied, his voice barely audible.
I allowed him to gently kiss my nylon-covered foot, his lips barely brushing the fabric before I pulled it out of his reach. "Beg," I demanded, relishing in the power I had over him.
"Please, Goddess, let me worship your feet," he pleaded, his voice thick with desire.
I allowed him to continue, savoring every soft, desperate kiss he placed on my nylon-covered toes, arches, and heels. I could see the frustration building in him, his arousal painfully obvious.
"Now, I want you to edge for me as you worship my feet," I commanded, watching as he hesitated for a moment before reaching down to stroke himself. He whimpered at the contact, his eyes never leaving my feet.
As he continued to edge, I kept teasing him with my feet, running them along his face, letting him inhale my scent, and occasionally allowing him to kiss them. The combination of his pleasure and his worship fueled my own desire, and I relished in the power I held over him.
"Please, Goddess," he begged, his voice strained, "I need to taste your bare skin."
I considered his plea for a moment, enjoying the desperation in his voice. "Very well," I decided, slowly peeling off my stockings and revealing my bare feet. "You may lick my feet, but if you dare to finish without my permission, you'll be punished."
He nodded, overwhelmed with gratitude, and began to gently lick my bare feet, his tongue tracing the curve of my arches and the pads of my toes. I reveled in the sensation, watching him edge closer and closer to his limit.
"Stop," I ordered suddenly, just as he seemed on the verge of losing control. He froze, his body trembling with need, and I smirked, knowing that he was completely at my mercy. And that was exactly how I wanted it.