Femboy Foot Worship Novels & Stories

I glance over my shoulder to watch her stomp away like a queen-child. She is fuming. Her hips sway as she walks away. It's not done intentionally or in an exaggerated way like some girls do either. That's just the way she walks and it's as sexy as fvck and I can't take my eyes off of her, damn it!

I could see the desire in his eyes as he stared at my feet. I remembered that he had a huge foot fetish and loved soft sexy feet. My toes were in perfect and well pedicured. I laid back, watching his next move. My other legs moved on his chest and teasing all the way to his V-line. His kneeling position stopped my legs from getting in between his legs. I sprawled out on the sofa, my legs spread wide and inviting. My pussy is full bare. I rubbed my hands over my pussy lips with my panties still on.

I'd have to appear more formal. "I've got this pretty straight black skirt, sure to hug your spectacular curves, and a pretty black T-shirt with nice designs on both sides," she went to her shoe rack. "For footwear, I have these four-inch toe pump stilettos." "Hell, no," it was my turn to grimace. "Heels hurt my feet. I'm not as graceful in my footsteps as you are, Soph." I soon ate up my words after I wore everything Sophie told me to.

I said with a smile. "No, not at all, Jody, please let me help you get my panties off," she said as she raised her hips for me while I tugged her panties down her legs, which she had raised up over my head. I tossed her panties aside and started kissing her feet that were raised in front of my face. I loved the feel of her feet against my face. "Am I developing a foot fetish?" I thought to myself.

At least half of her boyfriends had insisted she would jack them off with her feet, so she was somewhat of an expert by now. Since Ellie hadn't been very keen on giving head, she had to make it up to her boyfriends with other parts of her body. So she'd been beating them off with everything she could think of: her tits, her ass, her hands, and of course, her feet, which were a personal favorite to some. And while stroking her brother, she realized that her slim thighs were probably this toned from all of the footjobs.

He held his left leg with both hands and jumped up and down on the ground. Li Meiyu said, "What's wrong with you?" Zhi Fubao's face relaxed a little. He pointed to a girl in an exposed sling dress in front of him and said, "She stepped on my foot." They all looked at the girl's feet. She wore a pair of red high heels, which were as high as Li Meiyu's. They were more than ten centimeters high. Looking at the tall and thin high heels which were like nails, they all felt sorry for Zhi Fubao.

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.

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…”