On a lavish holiday with my lover and boss, I remained ensconced in our luxurious hotel suite. This was our first getaway, and while I expected sightseeing, he had other plans. He dressed me in various outfits, playing out his fantasies. His obsession with silky stockings led him to have me wear different pairs daily, even soaking in the tub with them on. He then undressed, guiding my feet, still in the damp, textured heels, to run along his rigid cock.
The sensation of the wet, grainy mesh pushed him over the edge, and he came undone, his hot cum coating my feet. Some might resent being objectified, but I revel in being his living doll, catering to his desires. Though he keeps me confined to the room, our shared lust and passion set me free. His stern demeanor belies the way he makes me feel – wanton, wild, and utterly sexy, especially when he worships my feet.
