You’re always such a good boy when I tell you to sit at my feet, be it while I’m standing in the kitchen, or sitting in the living room. A big smile always comes across your face when I tell you curl up at my feet as I prop myself against my headboard of my bed, settling in for the night. I feel your hands gently wrapped around my calves, or resting on my feet. I feel when you lean against my legs, your cheek caressing my soft, supple feet. You’ve even gone so far as to nuzzle my feet, inhaling deeply, pulling the pungent odor deep inside you. You think I don’t know why you are so willing to comply with my wishes…but I do. You are enthralled by my feet. The scent of them after a long day of being entrapped in my silky stockings, my heels, my boots, is enough to send you over the edge. You yearn to put my pedicured toes in your mouth, tasting the salty goodness of them. You want to feel them rubbing against you, your face, your diaper, inside your diaper. It’s all right my dear; I understand and am more than willing give you your hearts desire… All I ask in return is your undying reverence and obedience in all things. Lexus 1.888.430.2010
