Hornet and lace

(I got the idea based upon this, it's not my work nor is any of the art i use, if the author somehow sees this and wants the character edited or taken down all they gotta do is ask.) <also apparently i'm not ded> https://archiveofourown.org/works/70646131/chapters/183934996?view_adult=true CLASH CLING SHHNK The strange fencer has proven herself more than a match for Hornet, despite her tough words. The duel, if you could call it that, is quickly ended as Hornet is left upon her hands in knees in utter defeat while Lace giggled smugly above her. “Hehehe~ Do you see now little weaver? I knew you would be weak. Still, I think I can find a use for a pathetic spider like you.” Lace said haughtily, as she stabbed her pin into the platform and walked over to her opponent. She unceremoniously places her foot on Hornet’s chest and pushes her over onto the floor. Hornet’s head rose hesitantly only for another silk foot to plant itself right on the wrym daughter's mask and smoosh her back down to the floor. Suddenly Lace plopped her fat ass right down onto Hornet’s boussum and stamps both of her feet down into the weaver’s face, smothering her. “This is where you belong, pale daughter! Beneath your betters~ Now, start licking, knave.” As she had been utterly dominated, humiliated, andnsomewhat aroused, there’s little Hornet can do but obey as she started to kiss Lace’s feet. The white fencer hums to herself, occasionally cooing in a pleased tone, as she shifted her feet every which way over Hornet’s face, delighting in the way this haughty bug is reduced to kissing them like a lowly servant. Before long Hornet even began to lick them unprompted, earning herself a giggle of delight from the other woman. For a while, the only sounds that are heard are Lace's gentle humming and the lewd, wet slobbering of Hornet's dutiful tongue across her pale feet. It’s only after Lace’s feet were thoroughly cleaned that she finally leapt off Hornet gracefully. With a snap of her fingers a silken collar appeared around hornet's neck followed by leash connecting to Lace’s hand. A swift tug has the defeated weaver crawling on all fours after her new mistress like a good pet. GG**