Kiss
My Feet
by Suzanne Sxysadist
I absolutely love to have my feet kissed and
massaged and pampered! Fortunately, there are a lot of men
that have foot fetishes and I am in a line of work where
I get to meet lots of very willing and enthusiastic participants.
I recall one afternoon session in particular with a very
special foot slave of mine. He had requested a session based
entirely on worshipping my feet and I happily agreed. He
entered the play room and immediately undressed for me and
lay his clothes on the rack, then dropped to his knees on
the carpet. I approached him slowly, wearing my favorite
little short leather dress, black thigh high nylons and
shiny patent mule pumps. He dropped his face to my feet
and began to shower light kisses on my toes and shoes. I
take a step back from him, then walk over to the swing and
sit in it so that my feet are about a foot off the ground.
I beckon him to sit before me and when he crawls over I
place my feet in front of his face. "Open your mouth
for me." I order him and he complies quickly, opening
his mouth wide. I slip the front of my foot and shoe into
his mouth as deeply as I can and watch as an ecstatic expression
fills his face. I wiggle my toes slightly, tickling the
roof of his mouth and working my foot deeper inside.
There is now a very visible sign of his enjoyment.
I take my other foot and drop it to his crotch, running
the tip of the heel along his delicate flesh. He moans deeply
and opens his mouth a little bit wider. I pull my foot out
of his mouth and order him to suck the heel of my shoe as
if it were a cock. He wraps his lips around the spiked heel
of my shoe and begins to move his lips back and forth over
it. "Lick it for me like a good slut baby." His
slides his tongue seductively along the length of the heel
and flicks it across the tip. I feel his cock stir beneath
my other shoe and I respond by grinding my heel a little
harder into his flesh. I let him go on that way for several
minutes until finally I pull the shoe from between his lips
and let it slip off my foot onto the floor. I continue to
keep my other foot on his cock, pushing down slightly from
time to time and listening for his soft moans.
I place the bottom of my foot fully over
his face and begin to rub it all over his lips and cheeks
and nose. I he specifically requested that my feet be naturally
fragranced from a long day in my shoes and I had no problem
complying with this request. I see him breathing deeply
and inhaling the pungent aroma, savoring it and relishing
the warm contact of my foot on his face. I run my toes along
his lips and wiggle them till his lips open and then slide
the whole front of my foot into his eager mouth. His mouth
is warm and inviting as he sets to his task of worshipping
my foot, he lifts his hands to cradle my ankle and take
more of my foot between his lips. I lean back in the swing
and pull my other foot off his groin and let the shoe slip
to the floor.
"That feels good sweetie, go on and
massage my feet for me now like a good little foot slave."
He lets my foot rest in his lap as he begins systematically
massaging it, rubbing first each toe gently in small circles,
twisting them gently and tugging on them. Then he continues
a little more firmly as he crosses the top of my arch and
presses deeply into the sole of my foot. He continues massaging
every square inch rhythmically as his talented hands work
from one end of it to the other, back and forth, top to
bottom and back again. By this time I am moaning softly
as I stretch catlike in the swing and begin to relax more
and more under his ministrations. I feel all the tension
draining from me as he strokes and caresses my tired achy
feet, ankles and calves with such care and admiration that
it is awe inspiring.
When he finishes with one foot after what
seems like ages, he lifts it to his lips and kisses it gently
then lets it rest in his lap. Then he begins on the other
and gives it the same treatment. "Oh yes," I think
to myself, "this is a person that takes pride in his
perversion, a man after my own heart." I truly love
to see someone enjoying himself so much, especially when
it also is something that brings me great pleasure. As he
works I can’t help watching the look of pure joy on
his face and smile brightly myself. "That feels so
wonderful baby, you are very good at that!" He beams
with pride as I praise him and grins adorably."Hmm,
maybe I need my polish changed on my toes, luv. what do
you think?" I playfully wave my toes under his nose
for inspection. "If it pleases you Mistress, I would
be glad to do it for you." "Very good dear, go
upstairs and get the basin from under the sink and fill
it with warm soapy water for me." He scurries off to
do his task as I gather a few items from the cabinet nearby.
When he returns I have a pumice stone, nail polish remover
and all other necessary items for a proper pedicure, laid
out on the floor beside a towel for him.
"Have
you ever given a proper pedicure before dear?" "I
think so Ma’am, my last Mistress trained me to do
it the way she liked it but I hope it meets your approval."
I give him a look of interested appraisal and decide to
let him do his best and see what happens.I remove my nylons
and rest my feet in his lap as he carefully but thoroughly
removes the old polish from my toes. Once this task is complete,
I slip my feet into the warm water and sigh softly. The
water feels wonderful on my freshly pampered feet and the
temperature was perfect. He begins to stroke them softly,
letting the heat and water soften the skin on the soles
of my feet. After a few moments he begins to gently rub
the pumice stone over my heels and the ball of my foot,
removing the rough spots and calluses and bringing out a
soft pink glow. He worked the bottom of each toe lovingly,
holding each firmly as he scrubbed the bottom with the stone.
I squirm just a bit and giggle cause it tickles like crazy
but I continue to endure this torturous procedure for his
benefit alone. (Yeah right! Like I am sure you believe that!)
Once he is satisfied that my feet are as
soft as can be, he lifts them from the basin and rests them
on the towel in his lap. He begins to pat them dry very
lightly and picks up the orange stick so that he can push
back the cuticles. I am amazed by the care he takes not
to hurt me in this normally somewhat painful task but he
still manages to accomplish the purpose quite well.
Then he uses the nippers to carefully remove
the bit of cuticle from each toe, but accidentally clips
to far on the last toe and draws a drop of blood and a bit
of a yelp from me. "I am so sorry Mistress!" He
scrambles to wipe the blood from the toe and looks so pathetically
crushed that I can’t even bring myself to discipline
him for the offense. I mean after all, the poor thing was
doing such a wonderful job all along and now he looks so
miserable and upset. Geez, I am getting to damn soft hearted."It’s
OK dear, just kiss it and make it better." He sighs
with relief and gratitude that I am not holding it against
him as he brings my foot to his lips and intimately kisses
my poor little injured toe. His kiss starts softly and delicately
but soon he begins to slide his tongue and lips over, under
and between my other toes. His caress is passionate, sensual
and erotic and before I know it I have forgotten all about
the nick in my toe and I close my eyes and lay back in the
swing to enjoy some more of his special brand of pampering.
It felt great before through the stockings but this was
even more incredible. My feet felt ultra sensitive from
the abrasion with the stone and the hot soak so I could
feel even the lightest caress, even his ecstatic breathing
on my flesh.Lost in the ecstatic feelings he is producing
in my feet I stay to sway back and forth very slightly in
the swing and whisper words of praise just loud enough for
him to hear. His tongue works magic on my toes and delicate
soles but eventually I realize it is time for him to leave
for his business meeting. I gently remind him that he has
yet to apply new polish to my pretty toes, and he reluctantly
stops kissing them long enough to do so.
When he is finished I inspect the job and
find it quite satisfactory, in fact better than some of
the nail salons I have visited, but then he labored out
of love so I am not surprised. I kiss him gently and thank
him for a job well done as he gets dressed to leave. Then
tell him that maybe I need to get him to learn to do my
finger nails as well. He smiles with pride and thanks me
for a wonderful afternoon and promises to return again soon.
Some how I know he will and I look forward to it as well.
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Best wishes always Suzanne
"Sensual sadism is an artform... your
body & soul are my canvas"
