It’s that long dreamed for chance that you’ve been hungrily waiting for. Hoping it might happen, yet terrified that it would. To be at the mercy and at the feet of Cybill Troy.

You’ve fantasised of this many times, run it through your head, how it would go. What you might say, how you would cope, what impression you would give of yourself, to the Mistress of your dreams. You’ve watched her in all those films of hers you’ve bought and shamefully allowed yourself to believe that you’re different, that you’re a bit of a player. You yearn to impress Miss Troy with your manliness, afte...

It’s that long dreamed for chance that you’ve been hungrily waiting for. Hoping it might happen, yet terrified that it would. To be at the mercy and at the feet of Cybill Troy.

You’ve fantasised of this many times, run it through your head, how it would go. What you might say, how you would cope, what impression you would give of yourself, to the Mistress of your dreams. You’ve watched her in all those films of hers you’ve bought and shamefully allowed yourself to believe that you’re different, that you’re a bit of a player. You yearn to impress Miss Troy with your manliness, after all you think you’re a pretty sophisticated kind of guy. At least that’s how it’s felt so far with the few girls you’ve persuaded to let you fool around with them. That all comes crashing down around you as you stare up into Cybill Troy’s face and she gives you a dose of reality about your situation. You know instantly that you’ll do anything to please her, get closer to her, perhaps even touch her. You feel powerless prostrate at her feet. Those gorgeous feet, that you suddenly can’t stop thinking about. That your eyes keep hungrily glancing at. But wait, you don’t even like feet. You feel confused and don’t understand how you’re even thinking about her feet. You try to think of anything else, literally anything but as her voice penetrates your brain and her words bite deep within you, telling you your inner most secrets, you know you would give anything, that you will give anything....... You will comply with anything that she commands of you, just for a closer glimpse or momentary touch of her beautiful feet. You are lost, resigned, awed.....you are hers....