Mrs. Blumental was watching this pathetic creature sniffling at her feet which was this boy me now reduced to her footboy without dignity.
I just kept on staring at our neighbor`s soles so close in front of me, desperate to kiss them, and inhaling her foot smell like her puppy.
Mrs. Blumental was watching me with a big smile on her face obviously amused or pleased of my fervently worship of her feet.
I guess the experienced mature lady knew I was intoxicated and by now her humble, submissive, obedient and spineless footboy without own will left.
Mrs. Blumental put down the paper and smilingly stopped me to sniffle at her feet.
She commented that it looked like I had learned my lesson and wanted to reward me with the opportunity to rub my lil willy at the floor.
I hurried to lay on my belly on the floor and started rubbing my boner while Mrs. Blumental placed her feet in front of me, calling me a pathetic lil dawgy, looking down at me with a big smile on her face.
Our neighbor watched me, crossing her legs making her sole dangling in front above me which I stared at while I was rubbing myself away.
Mrs. Blumental was watching me gazing at her beautiful sole and toes from underneath, panting and rubbing like crazy until my cum shot into my pants.
She watched me from above while I was still panting and twitching but now feeling satisfied but somehow degraded and miserable in my filthy, wet pants.
Mrs. Blumental told me there was no rest for a footboy, placed her feet on the couch and commanded me continuing to sniffle at her soles.
At first I was feeling a bit of reluctance but I overcame my repugnance in a short time.
The thrill was gone and my life as Mrs. Blumental`s footboy had begun.
It wasn’t about my desire but about her dominance, being under her feet forever under her mercy and I liked it.
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