To the Wayward Foot Bitch

Winter time is sort of a break for for those with a hard core foot fetish, isn’t it? All those sexy painted toes hiding away in Ugg boots and other unattractive footwear for the Winter. My foot fetish bitch was desperate for My feet. I purposely covered My ten ruby painted pretties in cute socks and made him rub My feet without seeing them *giggles*!! I really enjoyed moving My feet around on his very hard itty bitty. On a good day he is only four inches which I also love teasing him about. I also have to be careful with how flirtatious My feet get with hm because he’s not only small and stumpy, he is also a quick squirter. I got a little enthusiastic one evening with him and learned that truth in a rather disappointing fashion; I mean he ruined a perfectly good pair of Wolford stockings! He replaced them with 4 others so I’m not complaining, I was just totally shocked it took a few wiggles of My big toe and he lost it like a premature ejaculating loser.

Beg for Foot Worship

My foot fetish bitch adores My feet so much he even offered to sleep at the foot of the bed so when he awoke all he could see was My pretty toes. He was too eager and needy. It annoyed Me to no end, I just wanted to crush him into the ground like a little bug. Hmmmm that gave Me a wicked idea. In addition to being a foot slut, My bitch also loves having his balls worked over. I have a lovely table one of My subs made for Me. It has a space for the sub to slide in and a spot to put his junk through so I can play some Fem dom pink pong….I might just have to put him into a predick-ament.

Foot Seduction

I had it all planned out. He took Me shoe shopping and I adore Louis Vuitton’s, especially the So Kate variety, sucha beautiful classic, amma I right? I sent the sales clerk away and assured them they would get their commission, but I wanted My foot slave to put on My shoes. He knelt in front of Me shakily slipping My heel off and marveling at My candy apple red toes. I leaned over him and whispered “kiss”. His face flushed a deep crimson, but he knew better than to argue with Me in public over a simple instruction. He leaned over and kissed My toes. He then took a beautiful shiny black leather Louis Vuitton heel and slipped in on My foot. So pretty!! “I want these……..and another nude pair I commanded. He walked over to the heels and picked My size. Such a good little shoe carrier; he took both boxes to the cashier and he happily paid for the latest addition to My substantial shoe collection.

Pathetic Pleading

After shopping, movie, then dinner My toe breath couldn’t wait to see Me in My new heels. I would tease him a bit under the table cloth at the lovely Italian restaurant we went to. His eyes lit up with excitement every time I accidentally on purpose put My stocking foot on his crotch. He almost lost his linguini as I chatted with him nonchalantly and wiggled My toes. I went on and on about how much I loved the shoes and he hung onto every word like I was talking about the most riveting, interesting think in the world. It amused Me. As we chatted My toes spread and curled around the outside of his tiny nubbin. He let out a muffled noise of exasperation. Then I felt it …………..the warm sticky evidence of his infatuation was felt ever so slightly by My big toe. He could barely look at Me afterwards. He was so embarrassed and humiliated. So naturally I sent him to the bar to show off his massive wet spot. The bartender was really beautiful and I could tell she noticed which made it even more delightful…………I wonder what she thought when she saw it? *giggles*