Boss Girls Productions - Foot spoiling and facesitting

Welcome to Boss Girls Productions, where you'll find all sorts of naughty stories featuring women in charge and their willing slaves. Today's story is about Anna, a gorgeous woman who enjoys having her feet pampered and eventually facesitting her slave. Let's dive right in!

Anna was lounging on the couch, her high heels kicked up on the coffee table. She sighed, stretching her legs out luxuriantly, and ran a manicured finger over her smooth, bare foot. She traced delicate lines up her calf and shin, her eyes half-closed in contentment. The sight of her beautiful, untouched foot made her want it even more spoiled.

She pulled out her phone and tapped on an app. A few moments later, a knock sounded on her door. "Come in," she called out, not even bothering to look up. The door opened to reveal her nervous slave, who stumbled hesitantly into the room. He wasn't sure what he'd done wrong, but he knew he was in trouble.

Anna looked up, her gaze boring into him. "You're here for a reason," she said, her voice cool and commanding. He swallowed hard, knowing exactly what she wanted him to do. "Take off your clothes," she ordered, her eyes returning to her foot. The slave didn't hesitate; he quickly undressed, his eyes never leaving her perfect form.

Once he was naked, he knelt down before Anna, his eyes never leaving her feet. He gingerly took one of her feet in his hands, and began to kiss each little inch of her foot. Anna purred softly, enjoying the attention he was giving her feet. But after a while, she grew impatient. "That's enough," she said, her voice soft but commanding. "Now get on your knees."

The slave did as he was told, getting down on his knees in front of Anna. His eyes never left her face as he waited for her next command. Anna smiled, knowing she had him right where she wanted him. She leaned back against the couch, spreading her legs and exposing her gorgeous ass. "Come here," she said, her voice low and sultry. The slave crawled closer, his heart pounding as he stared at her round, firm ass cheeks.

Anna took hold of his head, guiding it towards her ass. "Now," she said, positioning his head over her crotch. "Slowly sink into me." The slave bent his head, gently pressing his lips against her soft, warm flesh. It was the first time he'd ever felt such an intense and forbidden sensation. As he sank deeper into her, she let out a soft moan, signaling that he was doing the right thing.

Anna leaned back against the couch, her ass still draped over the slave's face. She took a deep breath, savoring the feeling of being worshiped. She couldn't help but want more; she craved his complete and utter submission. With a sigh, she decided to take her foot off the brake and push him further down the path of sexual servitude.

Slowly, she lifted one of her smooth, bare feet up and placed it squarely on his forehead. He could feel the heat radiating off her skin, mixed with the soft sensation of the silk on his face. It was an intoxicating mix, and he felt himself getting harder and harder beneath her foot. "That's it," she purred, running her hands through his hair. "You're doing great."

With a small gasp, Anna pulled her foot away and settled back against the couch. She was still wearing her high heels, and she slowly lifted her foot up, close to his face again. "Now," she said, giving him a smirk. "Kiss every inch of my foot. And this time," she added, leaning closer, "you can use your tongue."

The slave didn't hesitate; he quickly got down on his hands and knees, his face just inches from her perfect foot. He began to kiss her foot, slowly working his way up her calf and shin. He could feel her legs shake slightly in anticipation as he neared her toes. When he finally reached the end, he looked up at her, his eyes pleading for another command.

Anna gave him a satisfied smile. "Good boy," she said, patting him on the head. "Now stay there." With that, she curled up on the couch, using his back as a headrest. The slave felt his heart racing as he realized what she was about to do. As she settled in, her ass dropped down onto his face, pressing him into the floor. He couldn't help but moan as he felt her warmth envelop him.

Anna smiled, enjoying the feeling of his tongue on her ass cheeks. She was in complete control; she could make him do anything she wanted. She ran her hands through his hair, gently massaging his scalp. After a while, she began to experiment with different positions, slowly lowering herself onto his face and then raising herself up again. She moved her hips in a slow, sensual rhythm, keeping him right where she wanted him.

The slave could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, but he knew he couldn't cum without her permission. He focused on pleasing her, giving her the best blowjob of her life. He kissed and nibbled on her asscheeks, sucking on her hard, before pulling away and licking her clean. Anna moaned softly, her hips moving in time with his ministrations.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Anna pulled away and sat up straight. The slave stayed on his hands and knees, waiting for his next command. Anna smiled, running her fingers through his hair once more. "That was incredible," she purred, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss on his forehead. "Now get me another drink, and be quick about it."

The slave quickly scrambled to his feet, nodding eagerly. He knew what he had to do; he would do anything for Anna's approval. He grabbed the bottle of wine from the coffee table and hurried back to her, kneeling at her side. Anna smiled, taking the glass from him. "Thank you," she said, sipping her wine. "You're a very good slave."

The slave smiled, blushing slightly at her praise. He was content knowing that he had pleased her, that she was happy with his service. He looked up at Anna, his eyes filled with love and adoration. She was his everything, his world.

And she knew it. She smiled down at him, running her fingers through his hair once more. "You're welcome," she said softly. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride at the way he worshiped her. She took another sip of her wine, savoring the taste as she looked forward to their next encounter.