Philadelphia Dominatrix: Beauty and the Feet Beast, Part II —-

Finally what he desired was so close, and he literally trembled at the sight of bare flesh. “Roll my hose down the rest of the way, and don’t snag them or you’ll be ordering me a new pair from Agent Provocateur, bitch!” He did, right to the end of my toes. “Now take them off with your mouth and carry them, one at a time, to my shoes.” He did, but took his sweet time doing it, so I made him bow down to the floor and lashed his perky little ass with my whip a couple times… just for shits and giggles. I made him lie on his back on the floor and used him as my personal footstool for a few minutes, trailing my shapely feet over his torso and holding them tantalizingly close to his face. Finally I placed both feet over his mouth and nose and told him to breathe deep. He stared moaning in pleasure, and i slapped him hard across the cheek with my right foot. “Shut the fuck up, you little slut, no making obscene noises unless i think its OK to.You drove all  the way from New York to Philadelphia to see Me! Piss me off and you will be dismissed!” “Yes, Mistress,” he whimpered.

I took out a small bottle of coconut oil and made him massage my feet as I enjoyed another glass of the bubbly. I have to admit, the little foot whore knew his technique. Soon I purring in delight as he worked his fingers into my high arched and between my toes. “Lick ’em, slut.” I ordered. “No spit, no teeth and if you tickle I’ll kick you in the face.” Soon he lapped and sucked my toes covering every square inch of my feet with his obedient little tongue. I even allowed him to continue to massage my legs up to the knee, and rewarded him by balancing on one leg and pouring a little of my drink down my leg to drip into his unworthy mouth. Finally I allowed him to play a game of “hot and cold” as I Walked over his torso and ran my feet all over his face and mouth. I turned and hitched up my skirt to give him a peek at my luscious ass, and then rewarded his excellent massage technique and eagerness to please by letting him suck on my toes and gag him with my feet as he was finally permitted release.

He even tipped me for having “the most beautiful feet he’d worshiped” in years… Smart little bitches always get a good time. And I always get a good foot rub, or a good workout with my whips… 🙂

 

 

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Philadelphia Dominatrix: Beauty and the Feet Beast, Part 1

Beauty and the Feet Beast, Part I

Foot fetishists are the best… I adore it when a slave contacts me about a feet-only session. Of course, the downer is when they are bad at rubbing them, or they get spittle all over your nice new Louboutins. “You fuck up my stilettos, bitch, you are gonna buy me a new pair.”  Recently I had 2 all-foot slaves. One just literally wanted to smell them, caress them and have me trample his unworthy face, neck and chest; both in heels and without. We started off with him groveling on all fours, begging to be allowed to kiss and smell my feet. I wore this great pair of Metropolis Predator heels, shiny patent leather and the heel formed like something out of an Alien movie.

I paced around him and told him he wasn’t allowed to move but was only allowed to admire my feet and legs in the thigh high hose i had on under my corset. Once he had done a good enough job of being appreciative and vocal about how sexy my feet and legs were, I permitted him to gently kiss my toes. I held my favorite lash in one hand and told him if i saw or felt any tongue or spit, or if he dared to try to breathe in the scent of my feet without permission, that he’d feel the wrath of a Goddess ignored. Well-behaved little whore he was, he didn’t leave even a drop of spit as he kissed. I then allowed him to proceed with kissing every square inch of my stilettos, top and bottom. Once he’d satisfied me by proving he could follow direction, I sat in a chair, and made him sit back on his haunches as I crossed my legs and ran my hands over my silky hose. I flashed him a discreet peek of my satin and lace black boy cut underwear and told him he was allowed to crawl over and to sit, like the good dog he is.

I told the little bitch to carefully pour me a glass of my favorite champagne, iced cold in the bucket next to me, and sat back to sip and enjoy as he was then allowed to remove my heels. “Carry those over to the other side of the room, using only your mouth, bitch.” I ordered. He did so with care, using only his lips, no teeth allowed. I had him curl up on the floor like  a protective momma cat around her kittens, and told him to carefully sniff and inhale the scent of my feet from the inside of my shoes. “Place the shoe over your mouth and nose, slutbag, and breathe in deep. Inhale that Goddess perfume and tell me how good it smells, fuckwad.”

He did, and at my command was allowed to speak and tell me how much he enjoyed the salty, sweet smell of my feet. I could see the little fucker was getting nice and turned on, wearing my shoe like a mask over his face. “Put those down neatly and come here, dog!” He crawled on hands and knees towards me, stopping and putting his head to the ground when told. I unsnapped the garters from my hose and rolled the tops down to my knees…

 

 

 

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