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The stunning stocking-clad Mistress Lola Ruin

Cruel Foot Tease

Ana had come to meet her slave for lunch. She was seated opposite to him, inspecting him across the pristinely laid table with its crisp white tablecloth and gleaming silverware. Ana’s slave was looking extremely uncomfortable, sweating profusely and doing his best not to cry out in agony or ecstasy… Ana wondered whether it was more pain or pleasure he was feeling at that moment; as a punishment she had forbid him release for almost a week now – and combined with the night long bouts of teasing and body worship that she so enjoyed, he must be almost driven insane.

Ana sighed contentedly and rather indulgently, she got much pleasure from her torments, she was blessed really to have such a slave; his capacity to suffer and endure for her was remarkable. Well, her slave would have some respite, however short lived…

Ana’s feet, clad in the sheerest ivory stockings, were at this moment languorously stroking her slave’s penis through his thin linen trousers. She knew this was just enough to keep him at the cusp of a delirious orgasm she grinned at him and casually remarked,

“I’m so glad I asked you to wear your new linen suit – it is getting SO hot.”

Her slave grunted.

“What was that?” Ana looked at him with a mischievously glint in her eye – of course she didn’t expect him to reply, how could he in this state?

She violently stabbed her toes into his scrotum. Leaning towards him and hunching her back Ana thrust her toes as hard as she could; her slave gasped in discomfort. “Unzip your fly, slave” she hissed, boring into his deep brown eyes with a stern stare.

Almost immediately her slave had unzipped his fly – she could imagine his excitement at the sight of her perfectly pedicure red painted toes, peeking out through white stockings.

Ana cleared her throat. “Replace my shoes.”

Ana’s slave reverently grasped hold of one, then the other of the patent black pumps, which had been nestling in the ‘vee’ between his legs, and carefully slid them onto her dainty feet. Ana murmured appreciatively as he was doing this, it turned her on to feel the delicate touch of her slave’s slender fingers.

Ana stood up, slowly and deliberately she dragged her chair until it was adjacent to her slave. She sat down again. Her slave looked startled; his big brown eyes reminded her of a deer transfixed in the headlights of some unknown danger. He was HER prey. Suddenly and without warning Ana opend his fly and grabbed his erect penis under the table cloth and squeezed, hard.

“Don’t look so surprised, this is my property!”,

Ana looked straight into his eyes as she said this. Then equally suddenly, her hand was replaced by her full red lips, Ana bit down with her teeth and then her lips were clamped around his penis. With one arm across his chest she held her slave back against his seat and in one quick motion her lips had coated his penis in a thick red coating of her favourite Chanel Rouge. Ana quickly sat up as if nothing had happened.

“Just so I know that you’re not going to be a naughty little masturbator, anything out of order tonight and you’ll get a good whipping!” With that she got up and left the bistro, leaving her slave with a rock hard, bright red penis.

He would have no chance of keeping things in pristine condition until that night, Ana was pretty sure of that.

Sure enough, if one was to peer in the window of a particular suburban dwelling on that particular balmy night, they would be presented with the sight of a dusky skinned beauty taking a horse whip to her red throbbing penised slave…

by slave bb