Laying on your back underneath the table, you hear the door creak open.
You utter my queen and Cersei sits at her throne and uses your face as a footstool. Its quiet, as she morphs your face smushing it in 8 directions. Cersei sips her wine as you lay inhaling the scent of her feet. Cersei snaps her fingers and you begin licking her feet. Up and down, Up and down, Up and down. For minutes you spent transferring the dirt from her feet to the inside of your mouth.
"Do you enjoy the taste?" Cersei says as she moves her feet to each side of your face. She grips your ears and massages your head. You twitch from pleasure, and have a big grin on your face.
"This is all you're worth. The Queen's footrest. Enough licking, I wish not to smell like your slobber".
Suddenly a large weight is pressed into your face. Cersei stood up and began to trample you. Your head felt like it was being indented into the ground. You cried out in pain but she didn't stop. Underneath her foot your words were muffled, when suddenly she stepped and headed for the door.
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