Worship her feet

It is obvious Dasille is turned on by subservience and nothing is more subservient than kissing feet. You tentatively reach forward and capture one of her slippers made from silver silk and decorated with jewels. You cradle her foot like a precious thing and lift it only a few inches, letting your face do most of the traveling. You bend so low on your knees that your ass is up in the air and your large breasts are mashed painfully against your thighs. You kiss the fabric of the shoe and gently slide it off, revealing Dasille's petite and pale white foot.

"That's right," Dasille says with a pleased expression, "you are fit to kiss my feet."

You press your full lips to the warm slope of the top of her foot and kiss lower and lower, down to the row of her toes. They wiggle in anticipation and you cup her foot at the arch and plant kisses along the glossy nails of each toe.

"Lick them," Dasille urges and you let your tongue drag along her sweet flesh and slide your tongue between her toes, tasting the faint bitterness of her sweat.

"Suck them," she insists and you do, sucking one toe after another, licking and sucking them like tiny cocks until you reach her big toe. You pucker your lips and place it there and look up at her. She pushes your head down with her other foot, giving you a view of her bare crotch and a thin strip of silvery pubic hair. You suck her big toe and she moans with pleasure as you cradle her leg and worship her foot completely. When she is satisfied you move to the other foot, kissing every inch and licking and sucking her toes thoroughly.

"That's enough," Dasille finally says. "You have proven that you know how to pay me the attention I deserve. Now what shall be your reward? I know..."