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.
Talk Soon Naughty One,