the Queens footstool

You liked feet and you always did your best when the ladies needed someone.
This made you popular and known at the palace.

One day, two monster girls who were part of the queen's guard came to you.
It was decided that you should be her footstool, her "table" boy.

Without much fanfare, you were taken to the queen's office.
They tied you up under her desk with your legs hidden under the drawers and your arms slightly embedded in the floor.

You were naked but the place was comfortable.
From head to penis you were free. Sperm supposedly made skin softer and the queen wanted her feet as soft as possible, as a status symbol.

When she worked you would lick her right foot and she would give you a foot job with the left.
It was planned that she could soak her feet in your sperm in from time to time.

Then she finally came, long black hair a beautiful dress and socks.

Excitement grew in you it was a dream to be able to serve such a beauty.
She sat down at her table but with a little distance then she said with her honey sweet voice.

" I hope we can work well together "
"I hope so too, thank you very much for letting me serve you like this".

She was very nice and talkative