Worshipping My Goddess's Pussy (Real Life Femdom Novella)
Queen Nazz is laying on the bed wearing a purple nuisette babydoll with white lace trim. The trim on the fringe of her nuisette lies over her cream colored panties, which are splotched with soft pink and indigo flower patterns and fringed with frilly pink. For a slavish female supremacist like myself, the sight of my Queen laying on the bed is a heavenly vision.
I crouch down at the foot of the bed. I begin panting like a dog.
“You dirty dog,” Queen Nazz says.
I remove my shirt and pants and underwear. “What are you doing?” she asks.
“Dogs don’t wear clothes,” I respond.
In this erotic short story, Ari Chase-Ramos describes in real time the spiritual act of licking his Mistress's pussy and making her come. It's short but sexy, and you will come, too, at the end of it!
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EXCERPT
Queen Nazz is laying on the bed wearing a purple nuisette babydoll with white lace trim. The trim on the fringe of her nuisette lies over her cream colored panties, which are splotched with soft pink and indigo flower patterns and fringed with frilly pink. For a slavish female supremacist like myself, the sight of my Queen laying on the bed is a heavenly vision.
I crouch down at the foot of the bed. I begin panting like a dog.
“You dirty dog,” Queen Nazz says.
I remove my shirt and pants and underwear. “What are you doing?” she asks.
“Dogs don’t wear clothes,” I respond.
I begin nibbling her toes. Her cute little darlings are expertly painted in black. The paint covers the entirety of her nails and no more. Once I tried painting her nails while she lied in bed (and I wore bunny ears), but I made her toes look so ugly! At first I applied the paint too thick—I had to aim a hair drier at it to help it dry. I couldn’t cover the edges of her nails with precision, or, if I tried, I accidentally got paint on her skin. She hasn’t let me paint her nails since.
But Nazz painted her own nails so well. I engulf her pinky toe in my mouth. Suck on it. Fit it in my mouth as deep as I can. Then I do it with her next toe. Each of them. Why do I like it? Why do you, who is reading this short book, like it? I don't like feet as a general matter, you know. I like Mistress Nazz's feet. I like putting myself in the position of serving her. I love feeling her body and nature in its wholeness. Touching and tasting every part of her body.
These feet are those that carry her through her days. They allow her to stand, move, to wear high heels, to wear stockings, to get her stockings sweaty for me to smell. They allow her to step on me, to kick me in the balls (occasionally and lightly). They allow her to put her heels on and press them into my skin. Oh!!! Ow!!! Mmm... Fuck yeah.
She pushes her foot into my face. She grabs my nose between her big toe and her index toe. She squeezes. I can feel the slight moistness. Her feet are not too sweaty this early in the morning. I have tasted her feet when they were much sweatier--like when she came in after walking on a hot day for two hours. But when she presses them right into my nose and mouth as close as they can go, I feel it. The cheesy, musky smell of her sweet sweat mixed with pheromones, the liquid getting on my nose, it arouses me. My dick is throbbing hard. Not that it matters. I don’t need it for what I am about to do. Unless I do a good enough job that she chooses to reward me. We'll see.
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