Your POV Worship my Paws

I invited a good friend over for a date with my paws (not a date with me, but to be clear, a date with my paws). I was planning to watch Netflix and have a few IPAs while he drooled over, and if he was lucky, made out with my paws, but sometimes a simple date can become a lifetime of servitude. Story below. As you lay at the foot of my bed your whole existence goes dark as my paw pushes into your face like a dog's nose exploring a scent. "I must admit you look cute down there" I say with a satisfied cockiness as you lap from the base of my soles all the way to each of my toes. "Good paw rug, now show me how well you french kiss?" I say as I slip my big toe past your supplicant lips, noticing how easily and without resistance it enters your muzzle; realizing now how eager you are to please my feet, I wiggle my big toe around in your muzzle to remind you who's in charge. All you hear now is the hungry sounds of your own muzzle sucking and lapping at my paws and your vision becomes blurred as my other paw comes to rest on your face framing your whole being in my damp, musky paws - all your senses honed in on one thing, pleasuring me as best you can, you're tongue tasting the saltiness between my toes and your nose prickled by the sweet funk of my sweaty pads. All your senses are are so swathed in my smell and taste that you lose sense of yourself. You no longer know where you start and I begin. On the bed stand is a pink chastity cage with a matching collar and a dog tag that reads "My Paw Cleaner". The chastity cage is shaped like a wolf's head with its canines coming down to imprison the pathetic little cock it will soon restrain, and realizing that that cock will likely be yours you blush timidly. I see you gawking at the cage bashedly, your muzzle a lurid hue as as you realize in this moment that you love being a servant to my paws; you adore cleaning and exploring every nook of my musky toes and soles with your tongue; you absolutely adore my pleasureful moans as you caress my pads. I give your muzzle a tap with my other paw, "Eyes on the prize girl; french it" I bark with pleasure as I bring my other toe to your lips. Its important that you accept it of your own free will this time. There's a brusk pause as you stare past my toe and into my blue eyes which stare back without so much as wincing or looking away, and you hesitate just momentarily as if your next decision will alter the course of your entire life, which in fact it will, and then suddenly as if released from a spell you slide your lips over my big toe and begin passionately making love to my toe. I press your head down with my other paw making you gag on it. "That's a good boy, make sure you get between my digits" I say as I wiggle my toe in your mouth still holding you down. You feel the little tufts of fur between my digits, like a fine paint brush tickling your tongue. Little do you know that once you're finished pleasing every inch of my body, and my paws are sopping wet with your saliva, I will lock that pathetic little cock of yours up because you're no longer a man , you're my paw servant, a bitch to satiate and act out my darkest fantasies on; your cock belongs to me now and once a month I'll unlock it and slide one of my paws up and down your shaft while you're still in underwear, and I'll laugh as you make a mess in your underpants. This is how you'll cum from now on; on the first Saturday of every month you'll be unlocked and relieved of your worthless seed. You'll get so used to it your little cock will drool in anticipation days in advance. This time it only took 30 seconds for you to shoot your load, all the while my paw was pressed into your face and my other paw coated in your spent load. "You're going to lick this paw clean now. Got it? Stick out your tongue"? I lift my paw directly in front of your face and boast, "you sure look silly with your tongue out like that" and without hesitation I smoosh my sperm covered paw into your face, grinding my pad deep into your fur, sliding it over your muzzle and finally onto your tongue , using you like the wash cloth or door mat that you are. I watch your tongue spring into action as I continue rubbing my paw clean on your muzzle. And at the end of day, once my lust for pleasures is satiated, and my paws are wet with your passionate kisses and you've showered for me, I'll kiss the top of your head passionately and hold you tight into the evening because even a lowly paw cleaner like yourself deserves to feel the purity of my love.