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“Both,” she commanded.

“Good boy,” she whispered, and the two words were worth more than any corporate bonus, any signed contract, any victory he had ever won. Femdom Foot Worship Russian Under Feet Added

She shifted, and Ivan lay flat on his back, his heart hammering against his ribs. She placed her feet, one after the other, onto his chest. The weight was not crushing, but it was absolute. It was the weight of her authority. He could feel the heat of her soles through his fine Egyptian cotton shirt. “Both,” she commanded

“Come,” she said. A single word, low and without inflection. She placed her feet, one after the other, onto his chest

He crawled the final few meters, the plush carpet soft under his knees. He stopped when his face was a breath away from her crossed feet. She wore no slippers, no socks. Her feet were bare, powerful, the result of years of martial arts training. The arches were high, the toes straight and strong, the skin smooth but calloused at the heel. They were not dainty. They were anchors.

He nodded, mute.

“Take it off. Fold it neatly.”