You’ve come to see me for erectile dysfunction and I have the cure.
Undress from the waist down for me and stare at my feet. That ‘s a good boy , you see it ‘s growing? Now stroke it.
Good boy , now let ‘s hurry this along , I have more patients waiting. 10.. 9.. 8.
Look at that , you were able to cum. You’ve been temporary cured. Now take my socks home with you as your prescription and make sure to book a follow up appointment a month from now.
My feet own your cock.
One rule. Only when you see my bare feet do you cum. But as soon as that cum starts to hit the tip of your cock, you let go. A ruined orgasm for my perfect feet. You edge as I strip off my sneakers and socks and you cum when and only when my bare soles are in your face.
So attracted to feet. Why does the scent of a woman’s foot turn you on? Why do you need her socks, pay for foot worshipping sessions? What do you think it truly is about feet that you can’t resist?
And not just anybodies feet but MY feet.
He’s on the phone and you’re at the foot of my bed. Don’t worry he’ll be home in an hour… but you’re not allowed to touch my feet until your master arrives. You listen to me describe what we plan to do with you at the foot of our bed until I hang up and let you come ever so close to my feet, waiting for master.
Tied at the foot of my bed, gagged, right where I left you and oh so pathetic. I ignore you while I make plans for this evening with my lover. And once everything is set in place I decide to really lay it on you. If you wanted me to stop, you’d just say something. But you don’t. You mumble with that gag in your mouth and your cock is throbbing so I take it that you’re loving my abuse.
I remind you that whisky makes me frisky and my lover and I are going out for drinks this evening. I remind you that your sole purpose in life is to be at my feet at the foot of my bed and if I so choose to bring a lover over, well… we will concern ourselves with the details then.
