Yeah, I can only imagine that’s what you believed you’d hear. Or is it? Let’s just be honest with one another and lay it all on the table.
First things first, you love to touch yourself. Am I right? Secondly you love listening to me instruct you on HOW to touch yourself. Put those two things together and you’ve got the perfect combination. I mean seriously??
Well, I am your therapist of sorts. Now that we’re being real with one another. I do guide you in ways you’ve never had before. I help you have those “toe curling” orgasms. OR not! Depending on the mood I’m in will depend on how long you get to build that load for me. Either way when you do finally blow it will be memorable that’s for sure.
One things for sure you’ll be one happy boy toy and I’ll be one proud Mistress once you’ve followed through to the end of one amazing session with me.
You simply can’t stop staring at my beautiful soft and freshly pedicured feet. The elegance of my long toes has you enthralled. The delicate design on my beautiful toe nails has you under a spell. The way the peak out from my open toed high heeled shoes makes you weak and all you want to do is drop to your knees to worship my feet, my shoes, my toes.
Already you are picturing me sitting in a chair above you, you on your knees, gently – carefully – worshipful lifting each foot in turn and kissing, licking, sniffing, and caressing every inch of those lovely strap open toed, high heeled silver shoes of mine.
Cleaning the dust from my walking off them with your tongue, careful not to miss even the tiniest bit. Licking the soles to assure that they too are nice and properly cleaned.
Surely it’s nasty, but to you it’s divine.
You want nothing more then to lick and suck on the stiletto heel of my lovely shoes, sucking on it as if it was a shoe cock. Oh I tease you about that all the time, that you are a little faggot for my high heel. Sucking on it so lovingly and so worshipful. I know the very thought is making your cock twitch. You are so aroused by it, that you groan.
You take your time with worshiping and serving my high heeled shoes, a sweet torment to your body and mind. I love seeing how enthralled and fully focused you become when I give you that honor.
That’s a good boy, I softly whisper, stay focused on your task. Don’t miss a single inch. I watch as your eyes glaze over, you sinking into a feverish pitch of sexual arousal and utter worship.
After a while I have a wonderful idea.
You are being such a good boy, that I want to give you a special type of reward. I call a hold to your worship and you stop reluctantly. Thinking that your time at my feet – with my shoes – has come to an end. I order for you to go and get my black high heeled pair of shoes, which I have worn for years now. My scent is deeply ingrained inside of the leather. When you bring it to me I tell you to hold one of them to your nose and inhale deeply.
Your face is priceless as you realize what a special privilege I am granting you today. That’s right, good boy, bury your nose in my shoe and inhale deeply. Let the scent of the shoe and lingering scent of my foot go deep into your nostrils and permeate your mind.
Your cock is twitching so hard, I am wondering if you are going to cum without even touching yourself. Inhaling the scent of my shoe, it’s leather coupled with the scent of my foot, drives you mad with lustful thoughts.
I grin with mischief in my eyes as I hold out the second shoe to you and tell you to …
Oh you want to know what else I have on my mind? Well I guess you’ll just have to pick up the phone and call me now to find out!
Wiggling red painted toes, curling and uncurling tightly, the arching of the feet, and then with a contented sigh feet flat on a soft velvet pillow. The tap of a crop just slightly in front of it, and a sensual yet stern voice speaking just above your head:
“Crawl to My Feet, it’s time to serve and worship them pet!”
A visual call to foot worship which never fails to drop the slave into his place and make his heart race with anticipation. It’s the sensual foot tease before the beckoning to service. That invisible leash being tugged makes you sink to your knees before my divine feet ready to adore them. The arch of my soles is like a stairway into heaven. The gateway which your mind crawls through to a better place. One filled with the heavenly soft skin of my soles. Or at times the slight scent of sweat or dirt after a long days walk.
Each line and crinkle of my bare sole becomes a road map to be explored and worshiped with your tongue and kisses as you follow its path to foot slave obedience. There is no better place for you to be then at my heels. Imagine scrambling to keep up with me as I walk across the room. Kneeling in obedience before me awaiting that special moment when I allow you to press your face against them. Letting my scent enter your mind and claim you from the inside out.
Cradle my feet softly in your hands pet and speak of them in glowing words of worship to me. Tell me how much you love them, how beautiful they are, and what you would do for just for another taste of my precious feet. You always begin with serving my feet my love, but as you grow to love them, your service will turn into worship. Deep, loyal, and unending worship of my beautiful divine feet.
Some of you may believe that being weak minded is a bad thing, actually at the end of the day it’s exactly where you belong. I mean think about it, you are there and for the most part you’re in control 24/7 but then you get these cravings, you get this deep desire to be manipulated and broken down into a puddle of fun.
Don’t think for a minute that you being weak minded makes you any less of a man, in fact it is a turn on, A HUGE turn on for a girl like me. What I mean to say is the moment you decide that you are tired of the vanilla in life or all that the vanilla life offers you find yourself becoming weak for spice.
If you ask me, and eventually you will… there is nothing more sexy then a man who just accepts his place in life. Where? Oh that’s easy, it’s beneath a strong beautiful woman. You haven’t lived yet until you let a woman take you by the hand and fuck you over in ways you never imagined.
Are you afraid you’ll enjoy the place I created for you, you have nothing really to lose, well I mean you’ll give up plenty… and you’ll happily do so if only to make me happy. It is after all the one true purpose you serve. Talk Soon Naughty One,