You have been staring at my feet since the moment I walked in, and I noticed. I always notice. I slipped off my heels slowly, just to give you a better look, and I watched your eyes drop straight to my toes. Good boy. At least you know what you want, even if you are too shy to say it out loud.
I take very good care of my feet. I get regular pedicures, I keep my arches soft, and I pick my polish based on my mood. Today it is a deep, dark red. The kind of red that says I am in charge and you are not. I painted them myself this morning, nice and slow, thinking about how badly someone like you would want to be the one doing it for me.
Here is what I want you to picture. I am stretched out on my couch, one leg crossed over the other, my foot dangling right in front of your face. You can smell my perfume on my skin. You can see every detail of my arch, my heel, the curve of each toe. And you cannot touch. Not yet. I decide when you get to touch, and I am enjoying watching you squirm.
When I finally let you worship me, I expect it done properly. Kiss the top of my foot first. Slow. Then work your way down to my toes, one by one. I will tell you if you are doing it right, and trust me, you will know if you are doing it wrong. I am very particular about how I am worshipped. I have earned that.
My favorite part is the control. Your whole world narrows down to my feet. Nothing else matters while you are down there. I could be reading a magazine, sipping my wine, completely relaxed, while you devote yourself entirely to me. That is how it should be. That is how I like it.
I also enjoy the buildup. I will make you describe my feet back to me before you earn the right to touch them. Tell me about my arches, my polish, the way my toes curl when I am pleased. If your description is not detailed enough, I will make you start over. I want to know you are paying proper attention. Worship is in the details, and I accept nothing less than perfection.
If you have been craving foot worship with a woman who knows exactly how good she looks, you just found her. I also love to mix in a little tease and denial while I have you exactly where I want you. Call the dispatcher and ask for Ares. Come worship me properly.
- Ares