Mistress's foot fetish indulged in after workout

After a grueling workout, my mistress was craving a foot fetish indulgence. I eagerly obliged, eager to please her in any way I could. Her feet, freshly cleaned and pampered, were the perfect subject of my attention. I lavished them with gentle kisses and caresses, tracing every contour of her delicate arches with my tongue. As I explored her bare soles, I couldn't help but admire the sight of her voluptuous body, with its ample bosom and round, inviting ass. My mistress reveled in the sensation, her eyes sparkling with pleasure as I continued to tease and tantalize her. This wasn't just a foot fetish for me; it was a testament to our deep connection and the power dynamics that defined our relationship. It was a delicious blend of humiliation and domination, a perfect fusion of my mistress's desires and mine to fulfill them.