I just watched the new movie trailer for Napoleon. My word does it look epic! From a Director who is no stranger to bringing us epic films.
Speaking of the French, and my French-speaking wife, Summer, have you ever seen anything more feminine, elegant and beautiful as this?
Our slutty Secretaries, Bella and Sarah Jane, back in the office, took this image and started featuring it on the fans sites. They were creating a decent amount of hype online, like real-estate agents seem to do these days when they try to entice a bidding war with their "coming soon" signs.
Well...the hype certainly worked! Summer's French-cut hose, worn in her hot, leather, high heels aboard a round-trip to Atlanta, had 45 bids at the starting price of $89.99 and 67 people watching. Not too shabby! Fast-forward to today, the two foot-Goddesses Summer and Vanessa have Russell in my bedroom, in a pilot's uniform and I'm not sure if he realizes just how lucky he is.
Lets poke our head in on them and see what these two vixens are doing with poor Russell shall we?
Suntan French-cut this time? Well done Summer! They look fantastic. The scent from Russell's current predicament, must be intoxicating.
As he inhales deeply, he is met with a heady combination of Summer's natural scent and the lingering fragrances of her perfume and body lotion. The fabric of her pantyhose carries the scent of her most intimate area. Russell feels a rush of both submission and arousal.
Vanessa hits record on all the video equipment in the room, to capture the magical moment when Summer gently rests the gusset of her well-worn pantyhose against Russell's nose.
"Do you know how much people pay us for these tights, Captain?" Vanessa firmly spoke.
I guess their naughty little production has a script too! Cute.
Russell's gasped for air as Summer removed her plump ass from his face, allowing him to breathe and respond.
"No Ma'am," he gasped out.
"You should consider yourself very privileged, Captain," Summer added, as she slips out of her high heels and places her hosed foot on Russell's nose.
They certainly put on a good show for their fans, teasing the poor "Captain" with the most powerful of the human senses. The one most associated with the limbic system of the brain, which is involved with vivid memory and deep emotion.
Their photo and video shoot wrapped up with the two little vixens tangled in a passionate embrace. Their bare breasts were mashed into one another while Summer was engaged in a lovely French-kiss.
When it was all said and done, Summer, being Summer...surprised Russell by jumping into his arms and cooing to him in her baby-voice.
"Thank you for helping us Daddy." She purred.
"Oh dear...ok sweetheart. I'm happy to have helped."
Russell awkwardly chuckled, likely trying to hide the fact that he has a massive boner in his pants from this whole ordeal.
I'm sure if I inspected the inner front of his underpants, it would be dabbed like a bingo card with glassy little stains of pre-cum.
Spanking Russell the other day, watching him trust me enough to open his raw emotions during his spanking, and now seeing him "under the stiletto" once again, I couldn't help but feel an old spark ignite within me.
I thought I'd try my luck and see if he felt the same way toward me, as he did a decade ago.
The girls disappeared to finish up their content editing. I playfully sat on the bed and summoned Russell to join me. As he got closer, I extended my feet and instructed him to remove my heels for me.
I started innocently enough. "These ankle straps are tricky, can you kneel and help me honey?"
It would seem that spanking the other day, did him some good. Good boy!
I invited him up on the bed and we chatted, reminisced and giggled about our old D/s days together.
"Do you remember when you used to worship my feet for hours?" I purred to him, all while kicking up my feet right by his face, and crossing my ankles in the most dainty of position. I swayed my feet back and fourth with the motion of my knees. Was I being too forward?? Haha.
Finally, I felt his strong hands grabbing the top of my foot, while his thumb gently traced a line down my tender arch. *Moaaaaaan! Gawd damn, I felt that right in my pussy!
"May I, Mistress Andrea?" Russell chivalrously asked.
I purred back to him. "Mmmmm, you may!"
He didn't miss a single inch of my feet and toes. His mouth felt so good. The sucking sensation on my baby toes had me reaching inside my panties and diddling myself to a shuddering orgasm.
I encouraged Russell to relieve himself also. Between his time with the girls and now watching me orgasm while my toes were in his mouth, I'm sure he was quite aroused and desperate for release.
The girls might be the foot-porn stars but let me tell you, I'm no slouch either. Look at my pretty little piggies!
For the sake of his bare butt, let's hope Russell remembers how he is expected to clean this mess up!
Mistress Andrea
xoxo
