Stiletto Heel Worship From My Dedicated Foot Slave

My sub shows me his best stiletto heel worship.

Stiletto heel worship is my sub’s favorite part of every outing. Even if I leave without him, he knows he has a very special job at the end of the night. No matter how drunk or wild I might be, he gets a special treat when I get home. This latest story happened just this last weekend! See, I went out with the girls on Saturday night. The usual routine: they came over, and we got dressed at my apartment. As we all got dolled up, my sub tried to stay out of the way. See, he doesn’t live with me, but he sure loves to come over when he knows I will be dressed up.

So I shot him a little text. “Hey. It’s girls’ night. Come over.” That comment lights him up like a Christmas tree. His mind was flooded with the potential stiletto heel worship of later that night. If he were another guy, it’d be a pretty clear ‘stay away,’ right? But with him, he instantly sees flashes of all his favorite things: me, wearing heels, and all my friends wearing them too. Just with that one text, he came rushing over. He practically came running through the door to watch us all get dolled up. Patiently, he sat and watched.

I wore my favorite strappy heels.

The heels were about six inches tall, classic, and beautiful. The straps wrapped around my delicate, pedicured feet. The texture mimicked a whip’s almost ‘beady’ and leathery texture. My foot slave sat by and gawked at them as I walked around the house. I was breaking them in a little bit, getting them to feel comfortable before going out to dance. His eyes followed me up and down the hallways, waiting and begging quietly for his chance at stiletto heel worship. And finally, I gave him a little dose of it.

I stepped up beside him as he sat on the couch. “Can you help me strap these up?” I asked. And, of course, he obliged instantly. I set my foot on his lap, letting the heel dig in a little bit into his thigh. He trembled in excitement as he caressed my foot gently, touching every little detail of those stilettos. It was all the stiletto heel worship he had been craving. Finally, he closed the clasp at the ankle of my heels. He almost didn’t want to let go and kept massaging my feet gently as I stood there. “Okay, that’s enough. Good boy.” I pulled away, leaving him quietly groveling for another chance.

He got plenty of stiletto heel worship that night.

He just had to be a little patient. After we went out drinking and dancing that night, I came home at about three in the morning. And there he was, the faithful foot slave. He was lying on the couch watching TV and eagerly sat up as soon as I walked in through the doors. I sauntered over and sat lightly on the couch. Honestly, I didn’t even need to ask for anything. As I sat there, he understood his assignment. He got off the couch and kneeled down in front of me. Gently, he massaged my beautiful feet, caressing them as he undid the straps. He basked in his moment of stiletto heel worship.

Then, he started kissing them. Since he’s such a good foot slave, I let him worship my heels however he desires. Finally, he slipped them off and continued to caress and kiss my toes. His lips worked over to the soft soles of my feet, no doubt smelling like a night out dancing. He indulged in the fragrance and the softness of my toes and even started licking every single one. And his hands still held my other foot, ready to work on that one and help me take my heels off. I love a good sub who can show me how much he adores stiletto heel worship.

Are you a little foot fetish sub too? I’d love to see how YOU caress my heels. Call me!

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