Novel & Cerita Femboy Foot Worship

My body shivered. Jared was a big fan of sex toys but he never used them on me, I wanted to try it but I was too ashamed to let him do it. I guess Sofia was more of a sex freak than I was, which explains their bond. “Whatever this was, it shouldn't be what I'm thinking”. I whispered, keeping it back in the drawer. I changed into a more comfortable black gown with a slit cut and ordered the maids to massage my feet. Two hurriedly came rushing, massaging it with warm water and ointment, I felt relieved but it swelled.

My chest rose and fell, my breasts still quivering. I felt him tug at my red-soled stilettos. “Do you know what these shoes are?” “I think they’re Louboutins,” I stammered. Hey don't give me that look, am a woman on the brink of being sweetly savoured And those cost a fucking fortune. The morning I bought those babies I could hear my account balance laughing at me. “They’re Louboutins to you. But I call them ‘fuck me’ shoes. That’s why women wear them.”

But he will be. “Worship it,” he said. My mouth opened but nothing came out. He reached down and gripped my hair yanking over my face the sweaty overhang of his gut. “Say it,” he growled. “Tell me you want to worship it.” My lips trembled. My pride shattered like glass. “I… I want to worship you,” I whispered. “What do you want to worship?” “Your belly,” I choked. “Louder.” “Your belly.” “And?”

Trigger Warnings: Female Dominance (Femdom), cuckolding, financial domination (findom), breath play, spanking, edging, and explicit language. Vesper The air in my private dungeon was thick with the scent of expensive sandalwood and the metallic tang of ozone from the nearby shock collars. I sat on my velvet throne, my legs crossed, the heel of my Louboutin pressing firmly into the center of Toby's chest. Toby-my dedicated little pay pig-was exactly where he belonged: on his knees, shivering with a mixture of terror and agonizing arousal.

“Do you need a break?” I shake my head, not as a response to his question, but to the internal battle about to consume me. “Good.” He assumes it is my reply and resumes his job. I take a deep breath. Eyes on him, but not for long I start battling the urge to look down. Foot fetish is my dark fantasy. One that I’d rather take to my grave than explore. Because one silly mistake and it may affect my brand. “Pose like you're selling those straps to me.” He groans, quite frustrated at my poses. “Tilt your face… just a little…”

I need to forget what happened tonight and this is the best way. We continue dancing and drinking for what feels like forever. It has basically been all 90′s hip hop and pop with a little country mixed in. We get lost in the music and are having such a good night. I don’t realize that the boys have returned until a slow song comes on and the girls let out a collective “Ahh man!” “I for one am so glad because my feet are killing me. Seriously, I hate heels. Why do you guys wear them all the damn time and on purpose?”

Joseph anticipated and hurried to pull her clothes. Oh, let’s do that gently, just like in the movies, Sophie said. She went close to the bed and started to masturbate slowly. She placed her right leg on top of the bed, pulled her skirt to show her shiny little amateur laps, opened her top buttons, rubbed her rounded breast gently while shaking her boobs to seduce Joseph.

I grabbed a container of body wash and a scrunchy, got it good and soapy, then began washing her, working down her back, being careful to gently but firmly rub and massage her body. Soon I worked my way down to her feet. She turned, placing a hand upon my head and lifted her foot as I washed and massaged. The soft moans she made encouraged me. Despite my own desire, I didn't spend long on her feet. I'd lost my last girlfriend when I was open about my foot fetish. She was happy when I would surprise her with heels or clothing that emphasized her legs, but the moment I came clean, it was "I can't be with a guy who wants to lick my feet."

Livvy moaned and when I looked at her, she had her eyes closed. Fucking hell this was way too sexy to be doing with my daughter. I had never really had a thing for feet before, but suddenly I felt like I might just have a new fetish. Trying to control my rapid breathing, I continued massaging her. For the better part of fifteen minutes, I rubbed her foot. And then something happened that made me tense every muscle in my body.

The adoration that lights up his eyes when he gazes at my bare feet stokes my lust like nothing else. You see, feet are Jesse’s fetish, but mine is being in control of Jesse. These two desires complement each other perfectly. I choose when and where he’s allowed the honor of worshipping my feet, and in the end we both wind up satisfied. Jesse had been such a good boy all week—taking