Tharja took her beautiful, soft hands and slwoly unravelled the cloth that gagged you. Your moans were now louder, but not for long.
"Whilst looking at you just... writhe like that is amusing, I might as well get something else out of this" The Plegian Dark Mage spoke softly and she brought her feet inwards, closer to your face.
"Worship" Is all she said. Being in the position you was, you clearly had no choice but to submit and to began to lick. Her feet, obscured by black stocking, were amazing to the touch of your tongue. It feels great, no doubt incredibly increased by the incantation. Her soles were sheer joy and filled you with nothing but lust.
You greedily lapped at her feet, all the meanwhile, behind you, Tharja traced her long nail around your face, slightly stroking your skin in a way that, due to the increased sensitivity, only made you squirm.
Were your arms not bound, you'd have taken these feet and shoved them straight into you face, you were that lustful. Each lick was long and quick, this taste being almost addictive. The tenderness of the sole under the stocking, the feeling of the stocking against your face as it lightly grazed it now and again. It was intoxicating in its own right, and you could do nothing but obey.
"A Foot Slave of my own... hmhmhm... this is wonderful" She soothingly teased behind you.
Eventually, her feet left your face and she stood up, lookign down at you. You could feel a feeling of dominance from her, and that excited you. "You will be of great use to me..." She smirked. "I'll grant you one little thing... what do you want?"
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