* This is PART 1 of a 2 PART Festive Fetish Erotica Holiday Series!

Sometimes being Mrs. Clause can be a tough life, especially when November & December rolls around! My husband pretty much lives in the workshop this time of year, and things can get a bit lonely...

Don’t get me wrong, I do a lot to keep the operation on track, including long, erotic foot worship sessions with the elves to help keep them VERY... “motivated?” Still, by the time December rolls around, they’re all well under the spell of my candy-cane toes and icing sugar soles, and happily helping my husband...

* This is PART 1 of a 2 PART Festive Fetish Erotica Holiday Series!

Sometimes being Mrs. Clause can be a tough life, especially when November & December rolls around! My husband pretty much lives in the workshop this time of year, and things can get a bit lonely...

Don’t get me wrong, I do a lot to keep the operation on track, including long, erotic foot worship sessions with the elves to help keep them VERY... “motivated?” Still, by the time December rolls around, they’re all well under the spell of my candy-cane toes and icing sugar soles, and happily helping my husband in the shop with every fibre of their being!

Yep, by December 99% of my work is done! All that’s left to do is one thing... Just a little something an amazing wife like me likes to do for her work obsessed husband, to free his mind from work thoughts! Think of it like replacing one obsession with another! An obsession that I can put to good use in the bedroom later!

As I said, November and December are very busy months for him. I swear he’s in the workshop doing quality checks every hour of every day! By the time he gets home in the evening, his mind is flooded with work and he can’t seem to drop it... Without a little help.

Obviously, no wife want's to hear work talk all night, so I’ve learned to put his other obsession to good use the moment he walks in the door! By the time he walks in, these thick wool socks will have been on my feet for 11 hours, and my soles will be softer and more orgasmic than any foot man can physically handle! All I gotta do is prop them up and my naughty Santa will cum crawling!

His thoughts, worries and obsessions about the big night, never stand a chance against the the sight, smell and touch of my high, plump, deep wrinkled, sugar cookie soles! No “Ho Ho Ho!” No “Checking it Twice!” Just his eager face buried in my perfect feet! Licking, kissing, sucking and loving them as if his reindeer’s lives depended on it!

Some people actually think that Santa’s in charge up here, but anyone who knows anything, knows who’s really running the show.

To Be Continued...

Xoxo -Gwen Claus