Goddess foot domination should be one of your cravings tonight. If you think that worshiping the perfect feet of a Goddess makes you weak than you are wrong. In fact, Foot FemDom makes you smart. Submitting to your true desire to be vulnerable to superior women is a good idea for you. In fact, submitting to my powerful feet that do so much and carry so much strength is smart too. Most noteworthy, Pantyhose Foot Worship pleases your Mistress. The following is the story of a man I brought home after a short night of partying. It began his obsession, opening the door to the Goddess Foot FemDom fetish he did not even realize that he was craving.
Foot FemDom Worship Sometimes Hides In Your Desires
It was a wonderful day for me at the start. On this day, in particular, I was going shopping. And of course, I was planning to go shopping and get myself a new pair of shoes. My sugar Daddy had gotten me a new credit card and for that I was thankful. Ready to reward myself with a new pair of kicks I entered the store waiting for an associate who would be able to gather my pairs. Of course, I did not have to wait very long until I was taken to my seat and dozens of pairs of shoes were being gathered. Gorgeous shoes that would perfectly match my gorgeous feet.
As he took such care to measure the various portions of my foot, I was busy admiring his glare. It was as if he was an artist and my canvas was this foot that he was going to be dressing. He would leave and come back with several heels carefully pulling them from the box and sliding them onto my foot. He whimpered slightly as I used his thigh as a platform for leverage to slide my heel into. However, as I dismissed his taste and quickened his job to find me something better and something more. His groans of discomfort began to shift. They were turning into pleasurable groans. Something that I was familiar with hearing.
Foot FemDom Fetish? No, I’m Not Into That
I reached down as he knelt down still frantically prepping my feet and placing them into heel after perfect heel. “Are you a little foot sub, hmm?” I asked. Although his eyes got wide and he did not answer me at first. Surely, he thought he was doing a better job hiding his obsession that he was. However, as his cheeks began to flush and present me with the rose color. Surely he did not wish to be outted for his foot fetish obsession. Just as he knelt down holding a client’s foot in his hand. However, I was urging him again, “I know you are craving Foot FemDom.”
Again, he looked at me confused and slightly embarrassed. “Foot FemDom? No, I’m not into that.” A chuckle slipped out from my perfect lips as he put the three pairs I picked out into a pile. Quickly rushing to return my original shoe to my foot. I tapped the crotch of his pants with the top of my foot. Grinning at him as I was leaning down to give him my number. I told him I would help him explore the inner workings of his own cravings. Although he may not have known it yet, he craved Foot FemDom and I could help him with that.
The Foot FemDom Meeting
After his shift, he texted me and asked to learn more about Foot FemDom. Therefore, I sent him the address to my apartment at the time. When he arrived he looked excited yet shy. Truly, he convinced me he was puzzled to his own perversions so with him I would take our Foot Fetish Sessions slow. I answered the door barefoot. My toenails painted a perfect deep red. I sat on my couch to which he tried to join me. However, I wanted him kneeling on the floor in front of me. He followed orders well. Almost as if he was an eager puppy. Then, I ordered him to grab my foot and begin to massage it between his hands.
As if an expert he manipulated the soft tissue on the bottom of my feet between his thumbs. I groaned and then told him to bring my perfect foot to his nose. He obeyed, quivering as he inhaled me deep inside of his lungs. “Suck my toes” I ordered him. Then, he whimpered and stick them into my mouth. He groaned and replied like a child tasting sweets for the first time. Then, I slid my other foot between his legs and pushed against his crotch. Almost on autopilot, he began to dry hump me still sucking my perfect toes. “Good Good,” I coached allowing him to feel me. Then, without waiting very long and on my command “Now cum,” to which he did. Groaning to do it again.
