A Foot Lover's Dream

You are walking through the park, nervous anticipation building in your stomach with each step that you take.

You spot me, sitting on a park bench only a few steps away now. I'm wearing a little black dress that hugs my curves in all the right places. Your eyes slowly move down as you take in every inch of my glorious body - just the right amount of cleavage is visible and every contour of my body is on display.

Your eyes keep slowly moving down over my thick thighs and muscular legs until they land on the strappy heels that contain my perfect little feet with red painted toenails. Your heart skips a beat and you feel the butterflies pounding on the inside of your stomach. You have waited so long for this day and still can't believe it is finally here.

I still haven't seen you coming, as soon as you are in front of me you are too nervous to look me in the eye, so your eyes stay trained on the ground in front of me, glancing at my feet. You hear me giggle and say "you may kneel".

You immediately get down on all fours in front of me, your head bowed low. You feel my heels digging into your back as I use you as a footrest, laughing as I tell you that people are looking at you funny. You feel your face flush and your tiny little dick twitch.

My toes under your chin, I gently lift your face to look at me, telling you that you have 2 minutes to worship my feet and my shoes. At this, your dick throbs in your pants as you begin desperately kissing and licking my feet and shoes, trying to taste every inch of me before your time runs out. You feel precum oozing out as you taste the sweetest, softest soles you ever have in your life.

Abruptly I stand up, and tell you to do the same. Eagerly you follow my orders, shyly avoiding eye contact as you can feel your tiny dick straining in your pants. 

One swift kick to the balls has you rolling on the ground in pain, the wind knocked out of you. You can hear my devilish giggle as I walk away, leaving you a horny, humiliated mess on the ground, rolling in pain. 

The memory of this interaction gets you off every night for months. Until you save up enough to book a meeting with me again.