FOOT FETISH MISTRESS

Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the cruelest foot fetish Mistress of them all?

As your foot fetish Mistress, it is my duty to remind you my toes aren’t going to suck themselves. That’s what you are for, worm. Sucking my toes, licking my feet, and fellating the pointy stilettos of my high heels are all privileges. Very special privileges that you must work for tirelessly, with unparalleled devotion. Look at my feet, slave. Is there anything more perfect in the entire world? Never forget how lucky you are to remain so close to them at ALL times!

I keep you naked, blindfolded, and collared, and of course at my feet all day and all night. Your existence is on my terms, under my eye. A clothed female, naked male lifestyle is an ideal foundation for a female-led relationship, as you may have already learned during CFNM phone sex with me. When I do take my heels off, it is usually for you to give me a foot massage. When your foot fetish Mistress asks you to rub, you say: “How hard?”

How hard does the feeling of your fingers on my flawless feet underneath pantyhose make you?

Sometimes I permit you to rub my bare feet. For this honor, you have quit your (boring, meaningless) day job and now attend foot massage therapy school by night. Surrounded by your “colleagues,” all foot slaves themselves, you realize you are but a drop in a vast ocean of feet-obsessed perverts. How will you prove yourself to be more devoted, more pathetic than the others? As your foot fetish Mistress, I expect you to graduate summa cum laude, at the very least!

And once you have proven yourself, I may allow you to perform other “activities” with my precious, perfect feet. Does looking at my toes make you salivate? Perhaps some shrimping fetish femdom is in order. I expect you to suck each toe individually, like a little cock. There’s a reason that the children’s game “This Little Piggie” has each “piggie” doing something different. You had better treat every individual toe as if it has its own personality, its own identity . . . or it is going to be YOU who screams “whee, whee, WHEE!” all the way home. Capiche, bitch?

Saying you live to serve your foot fetish Mistress is one thing, but doing it is another.

Talk is cheap. Unless you’re talking to me, of course! Ha ha. But what I mean is that your words mean NOTHING to me without action. If I allow you the profound joy of stroking your cock against my pretty feet, fucking the tight hole between them when I press them together, how will you repay me? Perhaps I will command you to cum on my toes and the delicate top of my feet. And then certainly you will lick up the disgusting mess you’ve made. And then you will thank me and tell me that you ARE the luckiest foot slave there is. Are you already on your knees? Perfect. Time to pick up the phone and call me, your dream foot fetish Mistress. I’m here and available now!

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