If you have ever seen the movie PULP FICTION there is a scene where one of the characters says, "There is nothing more intimate than rubbing a woman's feet." How true. When a woman's foot is rubbed the right way you are her's. You may think you have her eating out of the palm of YOUR hand, but don't kid yourself. YOU are all HER'S.

We had been seeing each other as much as we possibly could. Of course I had become her foot slave. Every chance I got, I was either worshiping her feet in any way I could, OR I was dreaming about it.

We spent time together on the deck of her house, with her feet in my lap. I would massage her feet with lotion. I could spend an eternity like that.

I would also pick up pedicure supplies while I was out shopping. If I saw something that I liked, I would buy it. She gets off on knowing that I think about her feet, and something as innocent as a bottle of lotion or a bottle of nail polish can make me think about her.

While she considers herself fairly conservative, she thinks nothing of allowing me to rub her feet all evening , then break out purple or red polish for her nails. I am talking about polish so bright that only ladies of the evening would wear it. Doing her nails probably gets me the hottest of all. The brighter the color the better. Of course before I am allowed to do that, I must make sure her feet have had all the tension rubbed out. Stress goes straight to the feet. If the tension is rubbed out of them, the rest of the body will follow. I like to make sure her feet are all soft, refreshed and smelling goood before I make them look good.

I feel like I have reached slavedom at that point. I deserve to be treated like that. She has total control over me. I am at a woman's feet, literally. And she knows it. She may smirk at me while I am working them over, but deep down inside she is melting as much as I am. It is hard to tell who the slave is and who is really in control or so I like to dream. But in reality, there is no doubt that she is.

Recently I was allowed to cum on her feet. I shouldn't be allowed to do that but I was. I felt like I was desecrating something. After I got thru she shoved them to my face. I knew that in order to make amends, I had to clean them up. This was especially intriging to me. Knowing that I was the first (or at least hoped I was the first to be allowed to do this)

I knew it made her happy to have her feet treated in this manner. Treated as the very sexual objects that they were!

The taste of myself mixed with her skin was too much! Within seconds I was between her legs ready with another load. The feet that had been in my mouth covered in cum just seconds before, were now rapped around me pressing against my ass.

I could see them out of the corner of my eye waving in the air with every thrust.

I could feel the eruption building and could not hold it back. Tha dam burst and a second load was unleashed as deep in her pussy as I could reach.

In the afterglow I could feel her soft cool heels resting on my back. Almost as if I was in the grasp of some sort of trance and had no power to move. OH WHAT A FEELING!