Delia was silent as Jessie’s soles came to rest upon her face. She had been bound in her own stockings, trapped by this villain, and all she could do was relent to her every whim.
Jessie: Are you humiliated?
Delia: Y-Yes. Bound, helpless. Your bare feet on my face.
Jessie: You know what comes now, yes~?
Delia: F-Foot worship.
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