Public Foot Worship

"Why don't we get started right now, Brandi?" Regina suggested, her voice firm and commanding. "We've talked enough. It's time for you to put your words into action."

Brandi hesitated, her nerves getting the best of her. "I... I'm not sure I'm ready for that, Regina. I mean, we're in a public place, and..."

Regina cut her off, her eyes never leaving Brandi's. "I know. But that's part of the atonement. You need to learn to submit to me, even in the most unexpected and uncomfortable situations. Trust me, Brandi. This is for the best."

Brandi took a deep breath, her resolve strengthening. "Alright. I'll do it. But, how, Regina? What do you want me to do?"

Regina smirked, a wicked glint in her eyes. "Get on your knees, Brandi. Worship my feet. Show me the submission I'm looking for." Brandi's face flushed red, but she complied, dropping to her knees in front of Regina. The customers in the coffee house couldn't help but stare, some with confusion, others with amusement.

Regina crossed her legs, presenting her feet to Brandi. "Start by removing my shoes, Brandi. Be gentle, and make sure to kiss each toe as you expose them." Brandi hesitated for a moment, but then she reached out and carefully removed Regina's shoe, revealing a slender, smooth foot. She leaned in and kissed the base of each toe, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks as she exposed the next.

Once both shoes and socks were removed, Regina commanded, "Now, lick the soles of my feet, Brandi. Don't stop until I tell you to." Brandi did as she was told, her tongue tracing the lines of Regina's feet, her saliva pooling between the toes. The humiliation and the arousal she felt from the situation were both overwhelming.

"You know, Brandi, it's a real shame that you were born cisgender," Regina said, her voice dripping with disdain, "with that stinky, disgusting pussy between your legs? It's a constant reminder of your inferiority." The humiliation of her actions was almost too much to bear, but she pushed through it, determined to please Regina.

Brandi flinched, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I'm sorry, Regina. I didn't mean to offend you. I'll do anything to make it up to you." The sensation of her mouth on Regina's toe sent shivers down her spine, and she could feel the heat of the onlookers' gazes on her.

Regina watched her, a wicked smile on her face. "That's good, Brandi. But I want more. I want you to take my toes into your mouth, one by one, and suck on them as if they were your favorite lollipop." Brandi nodded, her eyes cast downward. She hesitated for a moment, but then she leaned in, wrapping her lips around Regina's big toe and sucking gently. She resumed her task, licking and sucking on Regina's toes with renewed fervor.

Regina's voice grew more commanding. "Now, Brandi. I want you to take my other foot and do the same." Brandi complied, alternating between Regina's toes, sucking and licking each one with the same fervor. The humiliation of her actions only fueled her arousal, and she could feel a dampness growing between her legs.

Regina's voice grew louder, more commanding. "Now, Brandi. I want you to open your mouth wide and take my entire foot inside." Brandi hesitated for a moment, but then she complied, opening her mouth as wide as she could and accepting Regina's foot into her mouth. The sensation of Regina's foot against her tongue and lips was overwhelming.

Regina's foot began to move, thrusting in and out of Brandi's mouth as if it were a sex toy. "That's it, Brandi. Take it. Show everyone in this room how much you crave my dominance." Brandi's cheeks bulged with Regina's foot, her mouth working to accommodate the intrusion. The humiliation of her actions was almost too much to bear, but she pushed through it, determined to please Regina.

The customers in the coffee shop couldn't help but stare, some with shock, others with amusement. But Regina paid them no mind, her focus solely on Brandi's servitude. Regina's foot continued to fuck Brandi's mouth, the rhythm and pace increasing with each passing moment. "You're doing so well, Brandi. Keep it up. Don't stop."

Brandi's eyes watered, her jaw aching from the strain. But she continued, her tongue working to pleasure Regina's foot as best she could. The humiliation and the arousal she felt from the situation were both overwhelming. Regina watched her, a wicked smile on her face. "That's my good girl. Keep going, Brandi. Show me how far you're willing to go for my approval."

The manager, a stern woman, approached the table. "Excuse me, ladies," she said, her voice firm but polite. "Your behavior is disturbing the other customers. I'm the manager of this establishment, and I'm asking you to leave."

Regina let out a derisive laugh. "Fine, then." With that, she grabbed the cup of coffee in front of her and poured it over Brandi's head. Brandi let out a yelp of surprise and shock, the thick, warm liquid ran through her hai, but she made no move to retaliate, knowing her place. "And as for you, cisgender scum," Regina said, addressing Brandi, "you'll crawl out of here on all fours, like the pathetic creature you are."

Brandi's heart raced, her mind reeling from the events that had unfolded. But she complied, dropping to her hands and knees and crawling out of the coffee shop, her soaked hair hanging in her face. The customers in the shop watched in shock as the two women left, the humiliation and degradation of Brandi etched on her face. Regina, on the other hand, strode out with her head held high, a wicked grin on her lips.