🌹 Rose — Mistress of Foot Worship 🌹
The chamber was drenched in golden candlelight, but it was Rose who outshone them all.
Her long, flawless legs stretched like divine pillars, every step radiating power, every glance a command.
She sat upon her velvet throne, crossing one perfect leg over the other, her bare feet glistening like a sacred offering.
“On your knees,” she purred, her voice rich velvet and absolute law.
“You will kiss them. You will worship them. You will know what it means to serve a Goddess.”
Her toes flexed, nails painted the color of sunrise, gleaming under the light. She extended her foot, brushing the air just above trembling lips.
“Do you see?” she whispered. “These feet are your altar. Each arch, each curve, each delicate line—
they rule you as surely as I do.”
When your lips pressed against her sole, Rose’s moan was low and intoxicating.
“Mmm… yes, that’s it. Every kiss makes me stronger, every lick reminds you who owns your devotion.”
Her laugh was soft but merciless, her heel pressing lightly against your chest.
“Stay down,” she commanded, golden hair cascading around her glowing face.
“Do not rise until I allow it. Tonight, you exist for one purpose—
to praise your Mistress through the worship of her divine feet.”
In that moment, the world vanished, leaving only her voice, her power, and the intoxicating bliss of surrendering to Rose.