All of Me: An Erotic Foot Fetish Story

Foot Fetish Slave Gets Exactly What He Wants 

You’ll take all of me pet, and you’ll fucking like it. Nay, you’ll outright crave it. “Let’s begin,” I say with a saucy grin.

I have you kneeling before me in your slave collar and little else, stripped down bare for my amusement. A blush burns your cheeks as my eyes fall to the throbbing need between your thighs, knowing just how much you want what is coming next, knowing just how strong your foot fetish is. I sit in my chair like a Queen sits in the throne, perfect, regal posture, long legs stretched out in foot of me, 4 inch black stiletto heels gracing my perfect feet. You reverently crawl to the space between my legs and let your sweet head rest on my creamy thigh. I bring my hand down to caress your face sweetly, letting you know how much I look forward to this.

 

Foot Fetish Slave Gives Good Heel

You get on all fours, then kneel up so your arms are free to worship me as I deserve. You sweet hands go to my heels, and slowly, you lift my leg up. The sweet smell of my musk hits you as you lift my leg but it does little to still your appetite, as you crave a different aroma today. You bury your head in my foot, inhaling the sweet scent of leather mixed with my foot’s natural perfume. You let out the cutest little groan as my scent hits your nose.

“Yes, pet, let Mistress know how much you love the smell of her feet,” I murmur sweetly as I position the heel right in front of your mouth. You know without even asking what I want, as your mouth closes on the heel and you slide its length in that soft, warm mouth.

Slowly, with great care and devotion, you continue sucking the heel of my shoe and begin to lick the sole in teasing little nips. Your tongue traces every curve and seam of the black stiletto, savoring the warm leather that’s been molded to my foot all day. I watch you with hooded eyes, my fingers lazily playing with your hair as soft, needy sounds escape your throat. “That’s it, pet… worship every inch like the devoted little foot fetish slut you are,” I purr, my voice low and teasing.

 

Smell Your Mistress’s Feet

After several long minutes of you lavishing attention on the heel, I slide my foot free from your mouth with a wet pop. “Now remove it. Slowly. Use only your teeth and lips- no hands yet.” Your eyes light up with lust as you obey. You gently grip the back of the stiletto between your teeth, carefully working the shoe off my foot. The moment it slips free, the warm, rich scent of my bare foot floods your senses, slightly musky, a little sweet from the day’s wear, with that unmistakable feminine aroma that makes you twitch and throb. You hold the empty shoe in your mouth like an offering, breathing deeply through your nose while your gaze stays locked on my now bare foot.

I smile wickedly and press my warm, slightly damp sole directly against your face. “Smell it, pet. Deep breaths. Fill your lungs with your Mistress’s scent.” You moan loudly, inhaling again and again like a man starved. Your nose presses into the soft arch, then slides up between my toes, greedy for every trace of my natural perfume. The scent makes your head spin and your erection throb painfully against your thigh.

“Good boy,” I coo, finally taking the shoe from your mouth and setting it aside. “Now use those hands. Massage my feet. Show me how much you adore them, how much you adore me… all of me.” Your strong hands immediately cradle my right foot, thumbs pressing firmly into the arch while your fingers knead the soft ball and heel. You work with reverence, thumbs circling, fingers stroking, releasing all the tension from my day. I let out a contented sigh, wiggling my toes playfully against your palms. After several blissful minutes, you switch to the left foot, giving it the same devoted treatment.

 

Suck My Toes, Slave Boy 

When both feet are warm and relaxed under your touch, I lift my right foot to your lips once more. “Suck my toes, pet. One by one. Slowly. Like they’re the most delicious thing you’ve ever tasted.” You don’t hesitate. Your mouth engulfs my big toe, sucking gently at first, then with more hunger as your tongue swirls around it. You move to the next toe, and the next, lavishing each one with long, slow licks between them. Your tongue slides into every crevice, tasting the faint saltiness of my skin. Soft, wet sounds fill the room as you worship- sucking, licking, kissing- completely lost in the act.

“Look at you… such a perfect, desperate little foot slave. You’ve earned your reward, pet.” I reach for the discarded stiletto, the one still warm from my foot, and hold it in front of you.

“There’s my perfect pet,” I whisper softly, stroking your cheek. “You took all of me today… and you loved every second of it. Now its time for your reward…”

What do YOU think a good reward would be for my sweet little foot fetish pet? Let me know in the comments. And if you want to explore foot fetishes more intimately with me, hit me up for a private session, yeah?