We both know how close to the climax gets you when you see My high arches together.

I know how much you fantasize about my soles covering your face and slapping you while you breathe in my royal smell. Suck on my toes would make you explode your load within a few seconds, but it`s not easy. We`re gonna play a game. A game called tease and denial.

Nice to meet you – I heard you are a player. Well, I am the coach.

My hypnotic shoe dangling has got you to a point where there is no return. Resistance is futile, for sure. I know boys like you, you all try to fight your addiction for Me, but you all end up even more wrapped around My middle finger – the more you try to resist, the biggest goes the urge and the need to see Me and worship My feet.

Take my friendly, some may call it evil, advice: give yourself to Me totally. There is no other way, sooner or later you will end up on the floor, at My feet, wanking like crazy and begging to sniff my expensive nylons.

A Princess`s feet must be pampered and spoiled.
A woman must be pleased. Your presence here is taking care of that.

He visits Me often, or at least that`s what he says – if you ask Me – it`s as often as his pay check, as that`s the only time when he is worthy of My attention and presence.

He is crazy for Me, I have him by the balls with a simple eye blink. He knows what`s inside to be seen so he is never afraid to surrender into the lure of maximum price per minute, knowing he will end up spending all his salary tho…

He begs for the floor view, and he gets it after a while, when the tent in his pants is bigger than ever and his dick is dripping precum – I should have mercy? No.
I never do. Teasing the shit out of him it`s what he wanted anyway. I move my legs slowly, careful not to give the poor man a heart attack. At the sight of my crossed legs he explodes like never before – he says he must get rid of this addiction. I assume he is right, but that`s gonna happen just untill the next pay day.