I lay sprawled on the floor, my head pressed hard against the cold ground, exhaustion weighing me down.
The violet-haired woman loomed over me, slipping off her heels with a deliberate grace.
She stepped onto my face, her bare foot pressing me down, the sole soft and warm against my skin.
The scent was intoxicating—subtle lavender and a hint of polished leather, well-maintained and oddly comforting amidst the chaos.
Her other foot dangled near my mouth, and her voice, smooth as silk, commanded, "Lick them."
My sense of reason had long evaporated, replaced by a raw, desperate need to cum.
I opened my mouth, and she gently slid her toes inside.
The taste was salty yet clean, and as I licked, coating them with my saliva, a shiver of arousal coursed through me, my body trembling with unfulfilled desire.
After her toes were sufficiently moistened, she lifted her foot from my face and stepped back.
"Come closer," she said, still kneeling, her tone leaving no room for defiance.
I crawled forward, positioning myself between her legs, my face inches from her crotch, the heat radiating from her overwhelming.
"Make me cum," she instructed, "and only then will I let you."
Without hesitation, I leaned in, my tongue darting out to lick her.
The taste was musky and sweet, her folds slick as I worked, driven by the promise of relief.
My movements were clumsy but earnest, my mind focused solely on her pleasure.
She grabbed a leather flogger, its strands brushing my back before delivering a sharp sting.
The pain jolted me, a burning line across my skin, but it mingled with the pleasure as her saliva-dripping toes found my pussy.
She teased my clit with them, sliding in and out, keeping me on the edge without tipping me over.
Each flogging strike intensified the sensation—pain searing my back, pleasure pulsing between my legs—a torturous dance that left me gasping.
The dual assault pushed me into a haze of conflicting sensations, my body rocking as I licked harder, determined to finish her.
Finally, her thighs tensed, and with a low moan, she came, her juices squirting onto my face, warm and sticky.
The flogger paused, and her toes stilled, leaving me trembling on the brink.
"If you want to cum," she said, her voice dripping with control, "do it yourself with my toes."
They remained poised, glistening with my saliva.
Shame burned through me, a deep, soul-crushing weight, but the desperation to climax drowned it out.
I pressed my pussy against her toes, rubbing erotically, the friction igniting a slow burn.
I humped against them, my hips moving with a shameful rhythm, and finally, the tension snapped.
A shivering orgasm ripped through me, my body convulsing as I cried out, juices spilling over her feet, the release leaving me quaking and spent.
The popup flashed: 50 silver coins credited.
I collapsed, panting, the mix of humiliation and relief a bitter pill, wondering how much more I'd degrade myself for survival.