My submissive crawls over to me with slow, deliberate movements, starting at the bottom of my heels. I can feel their hot breath against the delicate skin of my feet as they slowly lick and kiss their way up my dirty heels and ankles. Their hands deftly unlatch my buckle and remove each strap, revealing the soft arches of my feet. I can't help but feel a sense of power rush through me. It's time for them to worship my feet, something that I know consumes their thoughts daily. You are simply an observer as my sub takes on the role of foot worshipper. Their eyes fixed on mine, I can see the desi...

My submissive crawls over to me with slow, deliberate movements, starting at the bottom of my heels. I can feel their hot breath against the delicate skin of my feet as they slowly lick and kiss their way up my dirty heels and ankles. Their hands deftly unlatch my buckle and remove each strap, revealing the soft arches of my feet. I can't help but feel a sense of power rush through me. It's time for them to worship my feet, something that I know consumes their thoughts daily. You are simply an observer as my sub takes on the role of foot worshipper. Their eyes fixed on mine, I can see the desire burning within them, keep wishing you could trade places with my sub. But that will always be just a fantasy for you. Watch intently as my sub expertly removes my white heels, eliciting giggles, moans, and thrusts from me in response to their sensual touch.