

Makima extended one leg, presenting her impeccable shoe, the leather polished to a gleaming shine. Her eyes locked onto Power's, her gaze a fusion of authority and intent. "Go down and lick my shoe, quickly," Makima commanded, her voice a low, velvety command that brooked no hesitation. Power leaned forward, her heart pounding, as she pressed her lips to the polished leather. Each kiss was filled with eager subservience, her breaths coming in soft, quick bursts.