Foot Fetish Scenario
“Look at you lying there, all pathetic. You have a foot fetish and I have you under my feet and I’m going to play awhile. Gently… gently. Ooh, ooh can I resist? No I can’t. I have to crush; I have to squash. Squish, squash. Ooh to feel it under my feet; it’s delightful. I love the sexy feeling as it comes through between my toes. Oh a bit fell off. Oh, oh a bit more! My greedy, hungry feet searching for more morsels all the time. Ah, ooh, it’s becoming a lovely, lovely warm mess underfoot now. I’m enjoying this so much. Wish you were here to see it properly. Have a look. Ooh those wrinkled soles, covered in banana. This one too. Stuck between my toes. Look, just rub it off onto my feet. Ooh rub it up my leg a little. Ah between the toes how divine!”
Foot worship, messy fetish, toe sucking and trampling are just a few of the many foot fetish sessions I offer in either my London or Kent chambers. Foot fetish is a sexy treat and combining it with messy fun with food or goo and other sloppy items make an enjoyable and sometimes funny scene with your professional mistress. Book now
I’ve always loved the change of seasons. Much as I love to wear stiletto sandals that show off My very lick-able, painted toes and slender arches; autumn has begun and My passion for boots is rekindled. I delight as I gently feed a foot into a kinky boot, pointing My toes as I do so. It’s even better, when there is a slave on hand to do this for you, after a delicious foot worship session with lots of massage. Nylon clad, or barefoot, the experience is pure delight for Me. Then massaging the tall leg of the boot up the calf, over the knee and up to My thigh. A slow, careful zipping up and we’re done…well nearly. Of course I then like to stand over My slave and if he’s lucky, allow him to admire his handiwork. Then he may ask permission to watch Me as I strut around the room, feeling wonderfully sexy and truly magnificent in My kinky boots.
There’s something very sensual about a boot. Particularly one with a high, pointed heel. I really get the whole bootfetish and shoefetish thing. I have these fetishes Myself. My wardrobe is bulging with boots and shoes, yet I still can’t resist buying more. I find ‘shoe porn’ is prevalent in every high street and I am often to be found gazing at beautiful footwear with My eyes shining brightly; fingering the leather and heels as I walk by and on to the next. I have to take an occasional sniff, as I find the smell of leather so intoxicating.
Even as a small child I’d linger whenever I passed a leather stall at a market, sometimes staying far longer than it took to look at all the merchandise. I used to wonder what it would be like to surround yourself with leather all day and considered a career as a leather worker for a while. I still think about it from time to time, but now prefer to surround Myself with leather in other ways!
So with a new season upon us, I’m bound to be tempted with a new pair of kinky boots before too long. Watch this space, as there will be photographs and session opportunities arising from My new purchases. I may even need a new wardrobe to accommodate my ever growing collection!
I am one of the lucky ones, blessed with the tools to get what I want. Being on the receiving end of foot worship makes Me tick and I have perfect feet that just demand attention. A match made in heaven if you ask Me!
Well let Me tell you, foot worship means everything to Me! It all starts with the feet. When your gaze dares to move from floor to foot, then further. Who among you immediately returns to the foot, or at least lingers there far longer that those who dare to continue up the leg and beyond? Who indeed? You know who you are! Ha ha, guilty as charged. You are a foot worshipper and proud you should be.
But while you are worshipping away, lost in a dream, I am in heaven. I long for the gentle caresses, licks and kisses to foot, shoe and boot alike. From the first touch, I feel a sense of euphoria that transcends all thought. I too am lost in a dream. It is pure service as far as I am concerned. A service I could happily receive forever.
In the past I’ve had people apologise profusely for their dog licking My feet. I’d absentmindedly say, “Oh don’t worry, I’m not bothered.” Secretly wishing for it never to stop. How disappointed I’d be when the embarrassed owner would whisk their dog away. I now have no remorse or guilt over such things! A human foot worshipper is preferable though, as you can tell them for how long, where and when to worship. Plus there is the added bonus of massage, which takes things to a new level altogether.
The feeling of being pampered is absolute. If I could bottle that feeling I’d out market any massage parlour. Just one sniff of the prized essence would be all anyone needed to feel totally relaxed and healed. Works for Me every time!
Lady Godiva is a foot worship London Mistress who holds most of Her sessions in and around London and Kent