The Silicone Feet

Pointing at the silicone feet under the bed there was a some what acknowledgement from the boots. The fake feet started to stretch out their toes and walk over. Margarete got pretty excited and got up on her knees. The feet posed and modeled in front of their owner. The boots fell lifeless to the ground. The entity must have been transfered in it's entirety into the feet. "You're pretty cute", Margarete called out. A belt sneaked up on her and interrupted the woman by wrapping itself around her neck. The feet walked away while Margarete was tied to nothing but the belt. She liked the feeling but didn't know what the entity was up to next. The motives however became clear when Margarete heard several clicks and clacks and rumbles. The feet returned with pretty beat up flats, dirty ankle boots and gym shoes. Margarete however was displeased with the selection. In her sensation she couldn't think about much anyway. Mindlessly she exclaimed:"Sugar...". With that a pair of laque red mary janes appeared together with a floating bottle of white chocolate sauce. In Awe, the bottle started work in front of Margarete's eyes, covering the inside and the outside in sauce. The silicone feet stepped right in, squeezing some of the sauce out of the shoe. The left foot presented itself into the air ready to be cleaned. The sauce still dripping everywhere.

The belt **** the woman towards the show. Before Margarete could think she started licking and cleaning all of it while the right ome would occasionally step on her, crunch her and kick her. When she was done, the feet removed themselves from the mary janes and **** Margarete to rid them from all that sauce. After that the feet jumped into the gym shoes. **** to the ground by the belt the feet stepped all over her body before they stopped right in front of her face, where they got out of the shoes and Margarete would catch a good sniff of the smell. For an outsider this would look like ****, but Margarete wanted all of this. After getting her nose full of her own odor, the belt **** the woman again into a kneeing position. The Bottle of sauce inserted itself into her mouth and squeezed hard. With her mouthful and a sugar shock, Margarete fell to the ground dripping with sauce. The woman was fast asleep now.