littlepetimp:Fuck, Sir… Just… fuck. kaganmeister:She hated feet. Bare feet, shoes
littlepetimp: Fuck, Sir… Just… fuck. kaganmeister: She hated feet. Bare feet, shoes on, it didn’t matter. She didn’t want to have anything to do with them. Her Master knew that and didn’t usually force the issue; there were so many other ways he could play with her. But on some days her love of submitting to him was almost overwhelming. It was just so perfect. He was so perfect! She gave him everything but on some days she wished she could give him more. She would just want to disappear into him, be consumed by him, she would just be overtaken by feelings of wanting to submit as much as she possibly could. On those days she would come to him on her hands and knees and plead to kiss his feet. She would almost be in tears as she begged and begged to worship his feet. And when he said “Yes” she would instantly leap forward, hungrily kissing and licking his shoes or his bare feet. She would do it with complete abandonment, no inhibitions, her usual disgust at being close to feet completely gone. She craved it. And every time he looked down and watched her — focused only on his feet, oblivious to anything else, animalistic, desperate — his heart sang. -- source link