Hypnotic mistress Elisa was in good mood. She entered her gloomy dungeon where she practiced domination sessions with her male slaves. She was waiting for a new foot slave who should arrive to her place soon. She inhaled slowly the cigarette smoke and prepared mentally to the first domination session with her new male slave.

A young man wrote her passionate emails asking her about large-heartedness to him; he begged her to allow him to become her slave; he sent her flowers with passionate notes: "Please, let me worship to my Goddess! I'll serve your Majesty as the most obedient slave, I'll crawl near you feet, and I'll kiss your steps on the floor. I'll serve my Mistress, I'll execute all your orders, desires and whims, and I'll never dare to get up from my knees at her presence and to watch her eyes of gorgeous, divine beauty. And let my Mistress whips me, tramples my body cruelly, trains and humiliates me, I'll anyway submit her will and power. The best evidence of my good behaviour and submission would be a permission of my Mistress to touch her feet, to kiss her feet, to inhale the stimulating smell of her feet. And if she allows me, I'll become the true fetishist of her divine feet. I beg my Mistress about the meeting to prove her my obedience and adoration..." Ardent words had touched the cold soul of hypnotic Mistress Elisa and she had allowed him to visit her dungeon.

Mistress Elisa, as always, looked gorgeously - black latex corset favorably served as a foil to her body and high breast, black high-heels, latex gloves and sexy black stockings which pointed out her long, perfect legs.

She was smoking a cigarette still when her new male slave crawled into the dungeon. Elisa's assistant had already prepared Eric to the domination session - he was completely naked just leather mask hid a part of his head. He was lost a little and didn't know what he should do. That's why he stood on kneels near the dungeon door.

- Crawl closer and sit near me, slave.

- Yes, Mistress…

Eric crawled and sat near her couch. He didn't dare to watch at the Mistress.

- You know the rules, slave.

- Yes, Mistress. I'm on your service.

- Foot worship is a delicate fetish. You have to do your best to prove me that you're eager to serve me.

Without any words, he touched Mistress Elisa's foot. Eric caressed it with his lips and tongue. Sitting on the couch, Mistress watched her male slave. Her proud bearing, perfect gestures and quiet coldness of face made Eric to revere Mistress Elisa and worship her.

Mistress Elisa touched his face with her foot:

- Were you begging me about foot worship?

Young slave noded.

- Well, remember my kindness!

- I obey my Mistress as the most submissive slave...

- If you want to deserve an honor to become my slave you should prove that you worth this honor.

- I'll execute everything my Mistress will order...

Mistress touched slave's lips with her foot. He closed eyes in pleasure and began to touch gently with lips her fingers. She moved her foot forward and he obediently took in mouth all her fingers.

- Do you like that?

Not opening eyes, the slave nodded.

Mistress took off her foot from his mouth and led it to his nose, then his forehead, watching the slave inhaled deeply the smell of her feet, trying to touch her foot once again. She touched his shoulder and maid her slave to lay down the floor. Young slave obeyed. Mistress Elisa put her foot on his face:

- I want you to clean up my shoes. You must lick them and don't miss anything!

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