Here Lucci, like so many fashion firms, appeals to the essence, elegance and sensuality of femdom to promote their products. In this case a young girl walks among naked men, who look carefully her footsteps. In the end they all come together to improvise a soft human couch.
Femdom and marketing
Femdom. A sophisticated and appealing marketing weapon
The origin of foot worship. According to some stories, Semiramis, wife of the King Nimrod was perhaps the first women to get kisses on her feet and hands as a gesture of respect and admiration.
Admiring to the Powerful Goddess
It’s hard to believe that Semiramis feel any sexual pleasure but nevertheless is curious that it was she and not her husband who imposed this particular protocol greeting. Unfortunately historians, in order to maintain a serious point of view, seem to have no interest in knowing a little more. I mean, if Semiramis was the first woman to receive foot worship in public, it is conceivable think that the Queen of Babylon ask to her slaves some special attentions in private. Why not?
Good morning Goddess
Is the action of giving extreme adulation to the foot of another person. The Feet Worship can include licking the foot, massaging it, kissing it, smell it and praising it. Some people get sexual pleasure from the odours present from sweaty feet, and often unclean socks and footwear form part of this practice.
A real man should know how to kiss the feet of a Goddess
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Second and last part of Fred’s sister take revenge.
“…You almost ruined my life forever. But one day I decided to change. Be better, smarter and do everything possible to be a beautiful lady. And as you saw, I’ve become everything I dreaming when I was a little girl. But even I was not completely satisfied, you know? I try to forget everything you did to me. All the pain … but a voice inside my head kept repeating ” you must have your revenge, you deserve one more chance” you know? That and only that is why you are here now.”
Yeah … I ‘m enjoying this moment. What are you saying? Of course I won! (she laughs while bounces her ass tightly against the face again and again) Uh? … What was that noise? think …. oh my … ha ha … now I broke your jaw. Oh, whatever …
She whispered “That is, keep breathing. I’m having a good time so if you pass out, the fun is over. So breathe, come on, here … smell deeply through your sister’s panties”
(She notices a huge erection sticking out beneath his brother’s pants) I’ll keep you alive. Smells good? because I wear these pants all day and besides, after the great beating I’ve given you today, I suppose these panties must smell like hell !
"...smell deeply through your sister's panties...”
” …Who cares…If you like or dislike the smell of my panties is not my problem. Anyway your don’t have many options because, according to your own rules, “If you lose, the game goes on” right? right…”
I can’t believe it. Hey, stop cry and listen to me. Do you know what I’m doing right now? Listen, I’m doing a very sexy victory pose. Yep and you can’t see me. It’s a shame, don’t you think? Oh my… disgusting!
You’re on the brink of death but, even in this situation, with my ass covering your face and just imagining that I’m doing a pose, you have an erection? You are a pervert Fred I’m your sis. How dare you?
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Fred and his little sis Diana share a sad history. Both grew up in a very difficult time. Mom and dad worked all day so, when Fred reached 8 yo, at the request of his mother, he had to take care of his little sister three years younger than him. Fred happily accept being the “man of the house”. But being the man of the house meant, besides taking care of Diana, clean the floor, mowing the lawn, wash dishes and pick up his sister’s toys.
A few months later, the boy was no longer the same. Play to be “the man” was hard and boring. So, one day, deep in the resignation, the boy suggests a game to her sister. The rules were simple. Diana should beat him in a fight to keep things as before. But… if the winner was Fred, Diana should handle all the work that, until then, was in charge of Fred and without telling their parents. Diana accepted the challenge, thinking that would be fun, at least initially. But there was a problem. She lost all fights and during a long decade, Diana was responsible for keeping the house in order and without receiving any help from her bro. Many times she wanted to leave the game so Fred, had to invent another rule. “If you lose, the game goes on”.
This episode would mark with fire the character of Diana who, at age fifteen, was a very quiet and timid girl but with a burning desire for revenge inside. When Fred was 18 yo decided to leave the house to live with his girlfriend Caren.
That same year, Diana began taking classes first, of Kick boxing, then May Thai and finally BJJ. All this complemented by four hours a week of intense training in the gym. Today Fred is a lazy and wimpy boy, alcoholic, playboy and maintained by his wife Lucy. Meanwhile Diana is a beautiful young college girl with 18 yo, with a perfect, athletic and strong body.
No doubt Diana’s life is completely different now. But she still retains some resentment, primarily to men. She’s still shy, quiet and submissive because even can’t shake off the ghost of a past that haunts her every night. She feels the need to close one stage in her life and to do so must extinguish the flame that still burns inside. The flame of revenge.
So, one day, she picks up the phone and calls her bro to invite him to dinner at night (alone) Fred still remembers his sister’s meals so that goes to the appointment. Both brothers dine and laugh all through dinner and for a moment, Diana is surprised herself enjoying the company of his bro until she remembered the reason for the dinner.
Skillfully she begins to remember the past simulating retain those events in her memory with melancholy and shortly after, completely flushed with shame, Diana proposes a last fight to remember old times. Her bro listen to the proposal shocked and embarrassed becouse Diana has become in a extremely beautiful young girl. But she, despite the shame, insists and both go to the living room.
Fred takes off his shirt and wait for her. Diana in her bedroom, after look in ALL the closet, finally choose take off her tight jeans and keep a green tank top. Ten minutes later, the girl come back showing her amazing body covered just by a small cotton panties and the tank top but her beautiful face is still on fire.
After some jokes to forget the shame of both, Fred begins the fight pushing Diana but she dodges all his strokes. After a few minutes, the exhausted Fred understands that there is no way to control his sister. But the boy was more concerned with something else. Hide the huge erection under his pants. Diana saw “his problem” and to embarrass him even more, throws a hard kick on his balls. Now Fred falls to his knees front the girl
Fred: Damn it Diana !
Diana: What does that mean?
Fred: That? What are you talking about?
Diana: You know… that (she says as places one of her bare feet on his penis)
Fred: Stop doing that!
Diana waits patiently to her bro and when he could get up she attacked again, this time with a direct side kick over his left knee causing a painful sprain and Fred began to cry.
At that moment, Diana felt her body was sweating like never before. The fire of revenge was burning her heart, and she realized that she must let out all the anger to avoid being consumed by her own flame.
Three hours later Fred was on the floor with four ribs, both knees and his left arm all broken. When Diana finally stopped, he thought that the nightmare was over and try to say something to her sister. When Diana was stopped (just to taking a breather) and saw Fred’s face she almost feel mercy for him and to concentrate on the revenge and not be swayed by her feelings, she used her perfect ass to cover the face of her bro.
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When Charlie wakes up, eleven hours later, note that all his body burns. But worse is that he could not open his eyes because his eyelids were chapped. Nor could scream for help because his lips were dry and hurting. Slowly attempt to recognize the situation and within minutes discovered that he was naked and tied to a wooden trestle that he had built. The sun shone relentlessly but Charlie knew he had no other option to wait for someone to come to his rescue.
A few minutes later he heard noises coming from the house and shortly after the laughter of his wife. An hour later, with the sun directly on Charly, he listen somebody come.
Sofia : Damn it Charly, look at you !
Charly : So .. sofia … listen… (But she will not let him finish)
Sofia : Hey, remember that you can’t call my name
Charly : Ok, sorry… Mistress, Why you not kill me now?
Sofia : Wow … what are you saying, old geezer. The sun hurt your brain?
Charly : Why you have me tied up here ?
Sofia : Do you remember your reaction when I told you about my relationship with Teloh?
Charly : Ok, forgive me Mistress… please…
Sofia : You have attempted to attack his Mistress, how can I trust your word?
Charly: I promise you this. If you let me go, I’ll leave from here forever
Sofia : ( Sofia hears that her fiancé has called ) Listen, here that’s too hot so I’ll be back later, ok? And think about what we talked now. You’re mine and you will do all what I say. That’s a promise. See you
Charly : Please, I need water….
Sofia : Later, now I’m busy
She had planned come back later to talk with Charlie but her boyfriend proposed dinner out so they returned it was too late and both were very exhausted. In the morning Sofia had to leave early to shopping but had promised to Charlie come back soon. That same afternoon, Sofia return with her slave, as she had promised and holding in her hand a bottle of cold water.
“Hey how are you? I see you’re worse than yesterday, right? Can you talk?” she said and Charlie shook his head slowly as a sign of affirmation.” I think this time I screwed up. At least you can open your eyes, right?… uh? … I see… Ok, but you can hear me and that is enough. It’s a shame you cant open your eyes because I’m almost naked, you know? (she laughs) You want to hear? I have only one very sexy pink tank top and red panties.” But Charlie did not seem interested ”
Ok, listen. it’s very hot here so we must try to end this soon, ok? And if you achieve that I trust again in you, I’ll release from there and when you’re recover, I’ll let you go back to sleep in my bedroom. I mean, on the floor, of course, but near our feet.
Dear, I want to do something that you don’t like because of your stupid claustrophobia. Remember? Listen, maybe I can cure your phobia with a facesitting so I will try now. Also my boyfriend is not home and that’s great because if he watch me doing this might get jealous.
She starts to ride his face “Calm down boy. I know your face hurts a lot but trust me. I will be nice with you. See? Don’t try to leave, recalls that you’re bound so you should trust in your Mistress. Here we go”
Damn it your face is burning … This is great … perfect. When I sit on one face I feel so powerful, you know? That is why, yesterday I said that I will not let you go. There are many things I can’t do with Teloh. He has a lot character, is very masculine, young and handsome and would be impossible to dominate him. But you… you’re so easy to me. You’re a pet and you do what your Goddess says.
Charly begins to complain. What happens? you are fine, so I don’t understand why are you complaining … oh … I understand. The smell, right? Yes, I’m sure the smell of these panties stink and I know but I was all day shopping and with this heat … you know. Nor even I’ve showered because wanted see you. But believe me that soon you’ll love that smell. You know why? because it’s my smell.
Damn … This place is the hell! I’ve been here just a few minutes and … Look at me ! I am … all sweaty.
(Sofia began to feel that Charlie was trying to suck the sweat off her panties and began to feel horny and recalled that the boy had more than two days without water)
“You know what? Here I have a little bottle with fresh water and I think this is a good time to take a small shower” she said. Little by little she was dropping water on her face. The cold water slid first by her breasts and belly. When the water reaches the girl’s panties, Charlie, desperately, started to suck. Sofia never before had an experience so dirty and exciting. Charly drank the water mixed with sweat and orgasms of his Mistress. After that experience, Charlie never again questioned an order from Sofia.
"I think this is a good time to take a small shower..."
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Charly, very nervous, take a look around and saw a world of people. There were so many people on the airport that it was impossible to walk without being touched by someone. She wore a green skirt to the knees, a sweater of the same color, dark stockings and black high heel shoes. Taking the chin of her husband she whispers in his ear : “get on the floor face up… baby”
Charly, died of shame, seemed to hesitate a few seconds until he saw her and understood that she was serious. With her husband lying on the floor of the Intercontinental Airport Leonardo da Vinci, the voluptuous brunette, climbed on his chest and hands on hips, leaned forward to scoff in the face of the poor Charlie who writhed in pain because Sofia was nailing hard the high heels on his chest. Within seconds a crowd of onlookers watched, filmed and photographed the couple.
"You're just an old wrinkled carpet for me..."
“Stay quiet. You’re just an old wrinkled carpet for me and if I command you stay quiet, you should not breathe” she scolded her husband as if he were a child. When police arrived, she was yet mortifying him with her sharp heels. ”
Sofia : “Ok Scum, come here. The police is here so we gotta go home but… you ‘ll walk on your four feet behind me to the parking lot, UNDERSTOOD??”
Once back home, she said: “When you finish entering all my stuff, you should go to “my bedroom” because I want to talk to you… go ” Charles was stunned. Hi could not digest what happened moments before at the airport. But when he finished entering all the baggage of his wife was looking for her. When he get to the bedroom, Sofia ordered him to stay kneeling on the door.
My husband on his knees waiting for an command.
Sofia: Ok boy. What happened today at the airport has marked a before and after in this relationship. Before you were playing to be my slave, but now you will be my slave. From now you don’t have decision. Tomorrow we will go together with a lawyer to start the transfer of ownership of the two companies. From today you don’t have more money. And if you need it, you will come with me, kneeling and begging me to lend you money. And, obviously, whenever you need cash must be justified because if your reasons don’t convince me, I not will give you a penny.
Oh… One more thing. Probably you already suspected but want to be honest with you. I have a lover. His name is Teloh and I want to formalize our relationship so, from tomorrow will come and live with me. ok?
But when Charles heard his wife speak about a lover, he stood and with tears in his eyes approached his wife. Sofia notice that her husband was to have a nervous breakdown so she decided to clarify that it was a joke but it was too late. Charly fell unconscious on the floor.
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Charly was a businessman. When he was 59 yo his beloved wife, Linda, died in a traffic accident. Alone and depressed, Charly tries to recover, without success, the love of his only son Demian who considers his father a poor wretch who only loves money and power. Shortly after, because of stress, Charles decides to follow the advice of your doctor who suggests retreat and begin to enjoy a quieter life. From then he dedicated to travel the world.
Charles always felt a special affection for Italy and for that reason, he spent most of the year living in Rome. At 65 yo, during his frequent trips for the beach, Charly meets Sofia, the woman would change his life forever. Sofia (32 yo) was the typical mediterranean woman, long brown hair, voluptuous tanned body and a unusual elegance.
Just a week later, at the request of Sofia, Charly proposed marriage in one of the busiest streets of Rome and… kneeling, also at the request of Sofia who could not believe her good fortune. Faced with her and to her feet, a rich man, without family and submissive, wanted to marry her.
Thanks to this sophisticated brunette, Charly met many new things, including femdom, activity practiced first weekly and then daily. For Charly, all this show was a game but for his wife was something much more serious. For that reason she spent much time testing the reactions of her wealthy slave and so she discovered his preferences. Charlie enjoyed kissing her bare feet, shoes and boots, the trampling and “play to be her dog” And among the things he hated were the facessitting (because of his claustrophobia) ponyplay, and bondage.
Old man worshiping the feet of his young wife
Everything was almost perfect for both until, during the fourth month. She felt the need to get a proof of unconditional love from her husband. Charles was owner of two big companies and she wanted to be the only heir.
Charles, considering his son and offered to his wife half but this did not satisfy to Sofia. She wanted all or nothing.
The next day Sofia decides to leave the house for a few days saying she needed time to think while. Charles tried to persuade her to accept the offer and not leave him alone but she walked away without listening.
A week later, Charlie saw through a window the wife’s car and, like a scolded dog, came out to greet but to his surprise, Sofia entered the house and began packing her things. Finally and crying, the old Charly gave up. It was when, without looking at her husband, Sofia said it was not enough. He did not know what the hell to do now and Sofia put her luggage in the car and without say a word left the house again.
Charles ran to his car and followed her to the airport. In the parking lot when she came out of the car, Charlie approached his wife and said that he would do whatever was necessary to retrieve her love
Sofia : “Anything?” said, still not looking at her husband
Charly : Anything.
Sofia : “Ok, come with me” she said and started to walk towards the airport
Once inside, Sofia stopped at the middle of the place next to her husband.
Sofia : Do you remember when asked me to marry kneeling in front of all those people?
Charly : “Oh yeah” … he smiled embarrassed
Sofia : Well … This will be much worse … my dear… I promise
Open your mouth BITCH !
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The last night session was hard and tiring for my boy. It was a very full and exhausting session with ponyplay, trampling, mummification and golden showers. The next morning, at about 10 am, I awake with a little hungry. But while I walked into the kitchen found my slave comfortably asleep on the couch of my living room. The image was very stimulant. His beautiful round ass under the blanket was very tempting for me and in just seconds my hunger had disappeared. In that moment I had one thing in my head. Put my huge black dildo in that ass and ride to my bitch …furiously
That cute ass has to be mine...
In the morning the muscles are stiff and a forced penetration can be very painful. The feeling is … as deflower to my slave one more time.
I love to see you scream and cry of pain... Sweety
Are you a bored wife? Do you know why 83% of marriages fail?
In our society some fool (probably a man) invented the relationship as a couple (two people) with certain rules. Basically these rules are trust, fidelity, respect… and the big bullshit ever. Together until death do us part. To all that crap we know as marriage.
Marriage is the leading cause of divorce
Maybe I’m wrong but according to my experience, there is only one way to be happy in the marriage.
· Not sex with your husband
· Get a chastity belt to don’t be cheat by him!!!
· Go for a handsome man !
But what if he doesn’t like the idea?
If you have the key (of the belt) well hidden , he can’t do anything. And if the pig does not accept your rules or says that this is not fair don’t worry. In a few days, thanks to chastity, your husband will become more docile.
At first he can resist seeing his wife with another man
Over time your husband begin to understand that you are happy doing this and even, in some cases, some of they offer their tongue to clean your body after your affairs. Why? Because your husband are now looking for any excuse to touch you again.
You know what to do, right?
At this point, no matter if get a chance to feel you again licking your pussy or putting his face in your ass. That day will come and both will be happy… For ever.
This is your lucky day darling so, take your time