Seeing your feet, with all their poise, beauty, and strength followed up with your intelligence and perceptiveness; I’m reminded how terrified I was that I would grow up to be alone. I was so worried that my interests lived in a vacuum, that nobody would possibly engage with someone like myself. But, the sight of your feet, almost validates my existence. They make me appreciate that without wonderful humans like yourself, I would feel totally alone and lost in this life.
I didn’t even have a foot fetish before I met Mistress Blunt. Now her beautiful feet are all I can think about. The way that she is able to control me and force me to focus on her feet, and her pleasure is unparalleled. There is no feeling like kneeling in front of her black leather boots and not knowing what will happen next.
My eyes have always wandered to a woman’s feet. To be truly beneath someone in every sense of the word, to worship at an almost ceremonial level, to massage and pamper without reciprocation was the real appeal for me. To be at Mistress Blunt’s feet will always feel like home to me because it’s there where I feel most comfortable and natural. Her feet are both the calm before the storm and my refuge.
