The one thing about being a guest of honor at DomCon LA that I hated was having to wear my high heels for 7 days straight. By the end, I was in desperate need of a foot slave to worship my feet properly. I called in my eager boy to use his mouth and tongue the way they should be used, making his kiss, lick, and worship my aching feet in super sheer pantyhose. He does such a good job of it that I purr in delight.
Categories: Foot Worship