You like my boots, don't you? These boots drive you wild, and you know that when I unzip them, you're going to see those socks that drive you crazy. Just watch this zip go all the way down. Just look at those socks. Don't take your eyes off them as you wank your dick. You're weak for them, aren't you? Do you dribble for them? Do they make you cum? What would you give to be able to run your hands over them? Do you want to sniff them? Go on... bring your face right here and smell them. Smell my white, worn socks.
I thought that we had found a solution to the problem of your weird sexual obsession with my kitten heels. We came to a private agreement, didn't we? Yes, it is a lot of money for a pair of well-worn shoes. That's how much I think they're worth... to you. What is it about them that makes you want them so much? They're just the shoes I wear to work nearly every day. You can smell my feet in them. And that's why I priced them accordingly. It must be very frustrating to you when you can't afford them. But we both know you'll pay it because you're that lonely... that depraved... that you'll go home and fondle my footwear. You have two more days to pay, or I'll throw them out and you'll never see them again.
I'm having a chat about what you and your son have been doing. How does it feel knowing that he's shared intimate secrets with me? Are you embarrassed? You should be! He's told me that you have big, smelly feet. I'll bet you wish you had delicate feet like mine. What else do you wish you had? Clear skin? Perfect, natural breasts? A perfect, round, peachy bottom like this? I'll bet you'd like to squeeze it, wouldn't you? Someone also told me you'd like to see just how perfect my sweet little pussy is. Are you going to watch this and flick your bean? Will you finger yourself knowing that I made a video for you? Did you know that while you're being fucked by your son, he's probably thinking about me? Can you blame him?
I have to admit... you did a very good job on that case. Well done! However, the fact that I couldn't wear these old kitten heels around your work because you become aroused is sad. I think it's ridiculous. I really should report your creepy behaviour. I'd prefer to keep this a secret, however. I've done some research and it seems that men like you actually wish to possess the shoes. Would that help? What? Are you begging for my shoes? Well, if you're going to beg, at least do it properly. Get on your hands and knees. Go on! Look at you down there. Absolutely pathetic! My answer is... no! Now, fuck off!
You're sitting on the couch, legs crossed. Look at your phone for a while until I enter the room. You say I'm being starey again. “Oh...no I'm not wearing my black kitten heels today. Um...yeah, I am a size 6”, you say, almost impressed at my guess. Wait, why are we talking about my shoes?” “Did you need something?” “Tuesday 3 o'clock, yes they told me.” You roll your eyes. Next scene, wearing black heels: You're lying on the couch with your legs outstretched, one foot crossed over the other (your shoes nearest the camera). You're staring at a sheet of paper. Eventually stand up and walk back and forth a couple of times. Then slowly step out of one shoe at a time without using your hands, leaving them propped up beside each other. You walk around barefoot and the shoes are still in view as well. Cut to a shot where the shoes are no longer there. You come back in the door, looking down. You notice the shoes are missing and then you spot me. Walk towards the camera and bend down to look down at me as if I'm on the floor. “What are you doing?” you ask, softly. Your hands are on your hips as you wait for my answer. “Nothing?” Cross your arms. "You were just moving them. Okaaay". "You know what. Why don't you put a tick beside my name that I've already attended your boring lecture and we'll pretend THIS never happened." I go to leave but forget what i'm still holding. "Um...my shoes?" Pull them out from behind the camera, looking confused.
I have a bone to pick with you, my adorable step-brother! It appears that your attention has been elsewhere. How is that possible? How could you do that to me? You've been spending so much time with Step-Mommy. What's Step-Mommy got that I haven't? Does she have a tight, toned body like your step-sister? I'll bet that when you're fucking her, you're still thinking about all of this, aren't you? These gorgeous feet... this ripe, plump ass... You're hard now, aren't you? Step-Mommy doesn't make your dick hard like I do. You want my young pussy, not her old pussy. The only reason you hump her is because you can't have me, but you fantasize that you're fucking your step-sister, don't you?
This is the first in a series about us working together in a law firm :) You walk back and forth, studying sheets of paper. You stop, turn, bend over and raise one foot to show the bottom of your shoe. I enter the room and you sit down and cross your legs. (If you are able to, position the camera so both your shoes are fully in view). We're meeting to discuss our client's trust account. Another colleague was found to be mishandling third-party funds so you don't want to make any similar missteps. You find all these rules and regulations a little boring but you know that's just my job and they're important. You listen to my points and note that much of it is common sense. Midway through our conversation you say sorry, what was that? You look down at your shoes, confused. "Um...thank you? I guess that's a compliment". We get back to business and you unknowingly start dangling one shoe. You ask a question and I become distracted and take a while to answer. You look down at your shoe, roll your eyes and adjust it without making any comment. You thank me and I leave. End with a brief phone call from your friend. You speak softly, saying that accountant is a bit weird. Repeat what I said with a cringe,"Nice shoes", you being naive at this point.
Well, well, well... if it's not my step-brother! You look really embarrassed. What's the matter? Do you think I'm going to make fun of you? I am, because I know your dirty little secret! What is it about feet that causes you to get so hot and bothered? And it's not just any feet. It's my feet. My feet drive you absolutely crazy. They make your little willy get bigger. Oh, and it's not just my feet that drive you wild. You like Mommy's feet, too! If only she knew you were wanking off to her feet! What a sticky little situation we have here, dearest step-brother. What shall we do? We can't have you walking around getting a boner every time you see Mommy's feet or mine. And what would your friends say if they knew? I could ruin you if I wanted, but I think I'll just make you do things for me. Lots of things.
I think you need to stay behind today, don't you? I'm a little concerned, you see. The thing is, you're about to fail my course. That's odd because you're doing so well in your other subjects. Perhaps some one-on-one tutoring would help. Hmmm... I think I have a book that will help you learn to focus your educational energy. Let me get that for you. Just a moment -- it's on the floor right behind my chair. What are you looking at? I've never been met with such disrespect! I think a punishment is in order. I've been stood on my feet all day and you will have to give me a foot massage! That's right. Don't look so shocked. Now... here's what's going to happen... What? Are you?!? Your erection is growing, isn't it? There's only one thing for this. Stand up and take those trousers off. Go on. Take them off. I knew it. You've got a foot fetish! Well, there's only one way for this to proceed now. Wank your cock! You simply cannot run around this establishment with a boner! Keep rubbing my feet. You're going to have to multi-task, aren't you? Keep rubbing my feet and wank your cock. Keep going. You don't need to slow down. We're going to have to speed things up. I have dinner reservations. What? You're surprised your professor isn't wearing a bra? Clearly, it's coming in handy because someone needs a little encouragement. Go on. Let's get this over and done with. Hmmm... I see you're going to need some help. Alright then, here's a sentence that should speed things along nicely. You may squirt your spunk all over the soles of my feet. And when you're done, I'm going to put you into a chastity device and make you come over to my house to become my foot slave. You'll become the best student in college. Otherwise, I may never let you out of that chastity device.
I need a favor, and you're the man to help, aren't you? Here's the thing... I wrote an unflattering email about the boss and in my haste, I accidentally sent it to him. Fortunately, he's off today, so I was wondering if you could go delete it from his computer. Could you do that for me? Please? Oh, you want something in return! Why am I not surprised? You want my shoes? These shoes? These shoes that I've been wearing all day? What is wrong with you? You know, they really are quite stinky. So, we have a deal?
Something is grabbing at my ankles! It's making it impossible for me to walk. All I can do is struggle and stomp my feet until I eventually get away. Once I'm free, I sit down and let you watch as I change into another pair of heels. I know you like looking at my feet, my arches and my beautiful high heels. Wouldn't you say that I'm the Queen of Heels? You would, wouldn't you? You'd say anything to make me happy.
I'm wearing some pretty lingerie for you, but I know that's not what drives you crazy. Is it my tush? No, that's not it, either. It's my feet that you love -- my feet and toes. When you look at my feet, does your cock get hard? Does it grow harder knowing that I want you to stroke it as I tease you with my soles? Do you get even harder when I get rid of my cute panties? I'm sure you want me totally naked. Would you like these toes in your mouth? Do you want to suck on my big toe? You've been stroking for me, haven't you? Have you been holding back? You don't have to. I want you to have fun. Do you want to squirt your load on my feet? Go on... do it!
I know what you want to see! You want to see my nice, round bum, don't you? And you'd probably like to see it without my leggings, wouldn't you? Maybe... if you'll show me how hard you cock gets while you're stroking it. Let's see what happens when I wiggle my bum. You like that, don't you? But you'd really rather see my bare bum, and you'd like to watch me spread it open so you can see my tight little hole. Alright, but you have to wank your cock for me. Spit on your hand and stroke it fast for me. mmmmm... Let me give you a nice target for your spunk!
You're lying on your side like Cleopatra, telling me in details how will be my life as your slave and slave of your boyfriend too. I'm an illegal immigrant from Brazil, so now I'm a slave for you and your boyfriend, now my Masters. I`m on my knees in front of you because now I'm your slave and prisoner. You collected my documents and passport, so now I will serve and obey the rich couple in their country as their humble slave. You are now my masters forever. I will be your toilet slave too. The owners can urinate on the slave's face during the bath, if they want to do, with the slave kneeling at his Owners's feet. You tell me my chores, like doing your nails, washing and taking care of your hair, doing your personal hygiene, as a servant forever, helping master when pissing or touching his cock to prepare him for mistress. You show how will call me or demand me: "come here, slave, lick and clean my ass. You have to like the taste of my . This is the of your owner, your mistress or master, your goddess or god, slave..." I know that if I don't obey, I will be severely punished, because NOW I AM YOUR SLAVE, SO I HAVEN'T OTHER CHOICE... ( Please call me many, many and many times "SLAVE" ). Thank you !