Findom Feet Fiction

I knew as I sat at the cafe table that I was being watched. I could feel his eyes each time I crossed and uncrossed my legs as I pondered the meager menu I held in my hands. Shifting in my seat, I could barely view him as he tried to look coy and unassuming. But I knew his deal, he was a foot perv and I planned on torturing him as per my usual when I catch a fly in my sticky sultry little spider web.

It didnt take long for the waitress to bring my blt and fries. As she filled up my sweet iced tea I peeked and saw him lusting after what I assumed was her darling derrier. I caught his gaze for a second as she was leaving my table and I flashed a smile and he immediately began to blush. I like blushing on other people...
I sat there and took my time enjoying my lunch. I slipped my heels off and on several times knowing he was watching. I eventually put my stocking feet up in a chair at my table as I enjoyed the last few sips of my tea. The waitress brought me the check and asked if I wanted a refil of tea to go. I agreed that I did. When she returned I instructed her to drop off the bill at the gentleman perv's table and she did.

I had scribbled my email at the bottom of the check and I watched as he slowly tore it from the bill itself. I got up from my table and waved at him. I blew him an air kiss and walked away. It was hugely funny but by the time I got back home I had received an email from him thanking me for allowing him to buy me lunch. This was going to be the start of a very fun adventure. I had a good feeling.