I love the feeling of someone’s hands on my tired feet. After a long day, there’s nothing like letting him kneel in front of me, caught up in his own desire to please and lose himself in foot fetish phone sex. His hands move with focus, warm and steady across my soft soles, like nothing else matters.
Because right then, nothing else does.
He always starts slowly, like he’s overwhelmed at just the mere sight of my divine feet. Thumbs pressing into my arches, working slow circles that pull a moan from deep inside me. He knows the places where tension lingers. Where the skin is most sensitive, he knows exactly where to massage and stroke while he sucks my toes, and it never fails to stiffen my nipples and make my panties wet.
I watch him sometimes, the way his brow furrows in concentration as he pampers every inch, my heels, my toes, the balls of my feet. When he lifts one foot slightly higher to kiss the top while I wiggle my pretty painted toes, or pauses to breathe me in, I grin wickedly. My intoxicating foot scent makes his cock fully erect and leaky for me. And in that moment, I know that he’s so hopelessly weak and addicted to my perfect Goddess feet. That’s why he keeps coming crawling back for more foot fetish phone sex. It’s more than an addiction, it’s a deep need to worship my soles, to beg for my feet all over his face.
I’m the type to study my submissives. I like learning exactly which buttons to press, and when. The perfect disarming phrase, a whisper that slips past your defenses, reverberates in your mind. I love using both my body and my mind to toy with you, gently bending your composure until it breaks. Watching you unravel, slowly, until you’re saturated with need and trembling with desperation… When you’re a submissive aching and needy puddle at my feet, that’s when I’m the most turned on.
If you had to choose, are soles or toes your favorite?
Tell me, and then get ready to kneel at Mina’s pretty Goddess feet for foot fetish phone sex.
