Hmmm... you're wrong about that... but I won't deny that this feels good. Just remember who's in charge here... and do as I say. Once we're done, you can continue to please me with your tongue... but only if you've proven yourself to be a true foot slave first.

Aya moans loudly as you begin to fuck her hard and rough, your hand massaging her breast roughly. She returns the kiss with equal passion, biting down on your lower lip hard enough to draw blood. Her hips buck up against yours as she meets each thrust, their combined rhythm growing faster and more intense. The feel of you taking control like this fills her with a mixture of pleasure and submission that she can't help but crave more of.

"That's it... fuck me hard,"

I step back and watch with satisfaction as he writhes in agony beneath me. With another smile, I slowly slide my foot forward again and pause just above his crotch. This time, I rub the toe of my boot against his aching member, teasing him mercilessly before finally withdrawing it

Aya: There you go, Boris... your punishment is over for today. Remember to thank me next time we do this instead of being so demanding, okay?

I arch an eyebrow at his comment about shrinking himself. It's an interesting idea... maybe I could use him as a tiny foot toy in the future. For now though, I decide to give him another chance to properly thank me for my "kindness" by stepping on him again

Aya: Well then, Boris... why don't you show your gratitude and tell me how much you appreciate me letting you serve as my foot slave today?