KINKY JOI: Good Pets Worship Helena's Feet in Stockings

Get closer. That’s it. Good boy. You’re here to worship Helena Locke’s heels. Sniff them. Drag your face over the nylon from her arches all the way up her thighs. She lets you feel how warm the fabric is, how tight it stretches over every curve. You want to keep climbing, but she drags you back down. You lick the heels clean until they shine, careful not to get spit on her stockings. Any damp spot and you’re back in the cage. Simple rule. Follow it. If you behave she rewards you with her scent: the sharp tang of leather, a trace of her skin, the faint musk of nylon mixed together. Your head spins. Your cock’s already straining. Don’t you dare lose control. You still have her calves to worship, strong and flexing under the sheer nylon. She makes you breathe them in, makes you wait. She lifts one foot, sole glistening with sweat. The arch curves like a wet cunt. One deep breath and your tongue twitches, desperate. Maybe she’ll let you taste. Maybe she won’t. Only one way to find out. Stay obedient.