You crawl to me, belly in the sand, admiring my beauty in nature. You adore the way the sun frames me. Your Goddess is gorgeous in the sun. Worship me, clean my feet while I relax. See if you can get all the sand out from in between my toes, slave.
My feet get so dirty when I play outside all day. Walking through the grass and smelling the flowers like the Queen I am.
Get down on your knees and clean them for me. Lick your tongue raw against my soles. Pray to me, thank me for allowing you to clean me. I could've chosen another.
Your favorite moment of the day comes when your allowed to crawl to me, worship me. Nothing else matters, your mind goes blank for once and your tongue willingly cleans. Your body obeys and you become my little pet.
Being allowed to watch your Goddess bathe in the sun is a VERY special privilege. Seeing more bare skin exposed than usual, and all your slave mind can focus on is my bare soles. Get on your knees and pray to me, tell me your dreams, tell me your fantasies while you worship the ground beneath me.
You can't resist. Your drooling at the sight of my slightly dusty feet. Your praying to me and pleading I let you lick them. Not yet, slave, denial is my game. The more desperate you get, the more pain I see you in, the more my pleasure is heightened. Pray harder as you drip.
Wiggle over here on your belly. Lay on your back and lick the soles of my shoes. Take my shoes off and I'll have my toes so far down your throat you'll be gagging and gasping for air.
You'd love to be the pet that lives under my bed. You stay locked there, all day while I'm out and about. You think of me and hope I'm having the most wonderful day with your paycheck. The day is almost over and you begin to shake and sweat as you hear my footsteps at the door. You hear my keys hit the bowl, and you can't help but whimper. Excited, extremely fearful whimpers.
"Is tonight the night? The night she conquers my soul and adds it to the collection? She already has mind, my heart, my body...I live for her."
You drool and whimper as I enter the room, you can see my boots and smell my scent. One snap of my fingers and you scramble out eagerly. Mouth open, body trembling, heart racing, organs swollen to the brim. You know just what I want. Worship, devotion, loyalty, and pedicures after a long day in heels. Get the brush out little slave, tonight you polish my toes red. Tonight, you use the sweet red blood, drip, drip dripping from your body...