Pantyhose Foot Worship
After spending the first-day viewing homes with my hot realtor, Ben; I immediately went home with one mission in mind. As a sensual dominant and a lover of cock control, I was curious to know more about Bens foot fetish. My mission was simple, I was going to lose myself in foot fetish videos and foot fetish stories. Ben was on my radar and I was determined to conquer him. Pantyhose Foot Domination and Pantyhose Foot Worship stood out to me while I watched foot fetish porn all evening.
After losing myself in pantyhose foot domination and foot fetish porn for hours. I finally felt as though I had a game plan in mind on how I was going to deal with Ben. I stumbled upon a phone sex hotline and thought, what the hell?! And I am so fucking glad that I did! We roleplayed a scenario where I was Ben’s pantyhose mistress and he was seeing me for pantyhose foot worship.
Did I have what it took to force him into pantyhose foot worship? Fuck yes I did! That night, I dreamt about dominating Ben and turning him into my pantyhose slave. I ordered him to his knees, forcing him to worship my feet. I felt my feet on his face as he pressed his nose in between my toes, inhaling deeply.
The next day, Ben had arranged three home viewings for us. My husband had meetings to attend and wouldn’t be joining us. Knowing that I would have Bento myself all day, I was excited to see how the day would unfold. To be honest, I really hoped that I would be able to play out my foot fetish sessions fantasy on Ben today.
The sight of my freshly painted toenails covered in sheer nylon pantyhose as they discreetly peeked out of my black peep-toe shoes with a sexy, 6-inch heel; was slowly driving Ben crazy. By the time that we arrived at our last viewing for the day, my feet were aching from the hours of walking. I was eager to kick off my heels and give my feet a much-needed breather. I was also extremely curious to know how much control my feet had over my realtor.
Seizing The Day
While viewing the master bedroom, I spotted a beautiful chaise lounge in the corner. Seizing the opportunity, I sat down on the chaise and kicked off my heels. Stretching out my toes, I began to massage my left heel. Glancing up, I noticed Ben standing in the doorway; his tongue practically hanging out of his mouth. I stretched out my foot, moving my toes back and forth as I tilted my head back and giggled.
I sat back in the chaise, crossing my right leg over my left; and began slowly dangling my left foot. I locked eyes with Ben and that one look was all that it took. Ben immediately knew his place and wasted no time fulfilling his role.