Foot & Shoe Worship

I'm seated in a plush, velvet chair and he's kneeling on the floor in front of me, collared, naked, eager, and ready to worship – exactly how he should be. There's a pillow for him to kneel on because I intend to keep him there for a while. A good tease takes time, after all. "Kiss the toe box of my shoe", I command.

Wasting no time, he gets into position, face down, ass up. I see him giving bashful little kisses, with a fear of showing his true desire. "I want to feel your tongue through the leather. Show me your passion through your eager mouth." Instantly, I see his mouth open wide, lips spread apart, tongue pressing hard against the thick leather. I feel his passion through my shoe and I recline in the chair, letting out a moan, with one clad foot being serviced and the other resting on his face. I'm perfectly relaxed and enjoying the display of his passion progressing through his whole body. He's moving now, gyrating, wiggling, breathing heavy. His state of arousal is clear.

I bring him into an upright kneeling position on the floor and give instructions to kiss the entirety of the front of my shoe, sole included. He greedily suctions his open mouth to the sole, making eye contact with me while I watch him making out with my shoe – lips wrapped tightly around, tongue extending out, reaching, probing, hungry. It must feel incredible to be living out your truest purpose – worshipping your Mistress's shoes, the very lowest point, to exist for nothing else in that moment. I encourage him and watch as his desire continues to increase.

I pull my shoe away from his mouth and it takes a moment for his body to stop gyrating and mouth to close. He's deep in devotion and I'm loving it. I put the sole of my shoe on his forehead, using the broad surface as a leverage point for my foot. His face is scrunched, eyes are closed, yet he's very aware that the sharp heel of my beautiful shoe is just centimeters from his mouth. His mouth open, he can't help but start moving and moaning again. I patiently wait, taking in the beauty of the moment between us, drawing purposeful deep breaths to signal to his body that it's time for calm. I need his body to stop moving, his breathing to slow to prepare him to be penetrated by the dangerously sharp heel of my shoe.

He's perfectly still, his body is calm, all of his energy is now fully focused – funneling through his forehead pressing against the bottom of my shoe, the only point of contact between us. He's straining, he's starving for it, he's ready to receive. I instruct him to open his mouth, and he opens it as wide as he can for me. Jaw hinged, face further scrunched, begging desperately without saying a word. An infinite instant passes in suspended animation. A joining of the energy of a Mistress and submissive in the moment before that goes on forever. Silent, still, a complete and beautiful moment.