When I booked a session with Mistress Azumi, I knew she was renowned for her commanding presence and attention to detail, but I had no idea just how far she would take me during a foot fetish session. The moment I entered her dungeon, she exuded an aura of power that left me both nervous and eager to submit.
She didn’t waste any time. “On your knees,” she said sharply, her voice leaving no room for hesitation. I obeyed instantly, lowering myself before her as she elegantly crossed one leg over the other. She slowly slipped off her sleek black stiletto, dangling it teasingly for a moment before letting it drop to the floor. “You’re here to worship, aren’t you? Then start.”
Mistress Azumi’s feet were stunning—perfectly pedicured with a glossy red polish that caught the light. She extended one foot toward me, and I hesitated for just a second, overwhelmed by the sheer power of her presence. “What are you waiting for?” she snapped, pressing her toes against my lips. “Show me you’re worthy of being here.”
I started kissing her feet softly, but she wasn’t impressed. “Not good enough,” she said, pulling her foot away. “If you’re going to worship me, you’ll do it properly.” She placed her foot firmly on my face, forcing me to breathe in her scent and reminding me of my place beneath her. “Every inch of my feet deserves your attention,” she said. “Now start over.”
As I worked my way from her heels to her toes, licking and kissing as instructed, Mistress Azumi’s taunts kept me completely off balance. “Pathetic,” she said with a smirk, “but at least you’re trying.” She made me massage her feet, lick between her toes, and even hold her arches in my hands as if they were the most precious things I’d ever touched. Every time I thought I was doing well, she would laugh and find something to critique, making it clear that perfection was the bare minimum she expected.
The most humiliating part came when she rested both feet on my face, pressing down firmly and using me as a footrest while she sipped water and casually scrolled through her phone. She didn’t even acknowledge me for what felt like an eternity, her silence only broken by the occasional laugh as she looked down at me. “This is where you belong,” she said finally. “Completely beneath me.”
When the session ended, Mistress Azumi made it clear that she had been testing me the entire time. “You’ve done well,” she said with a sly smile, “but don’t think for a second you’re finished. Next time, I’ll expect even more from you.” As I left her dungeon, I couldn’t stop thinking about how completely she had taken control, making me feel both humiliated and grateful for the opportunity to serve at her feet.
If you’re looking for someone who truly knows how to take a foot fetish session to the next level, Mistress Azumi is unmatched. She’ll leave you feeling small, powerless, and absolutely captivated.