Mistress May I Worship Your Legs You Ask?There you are…I was looking all over for you.  You always seem to know how to avoid me just when I need you the most.  Why do you think that is?  I looked up, looked down, looked high and even looked on the down-low but there was no trace of you.  It wasn’t until I thought about the obvious and looked straight down that I found you slinking on the floor around my pretty feet you foot fetishists…trying your best to be inconspicuous and quite helplessly mesmerized by my erotic leather heels.

Hmmm…I suppose it must be the pointy toes and sexy, stiletto heels that captivated your attention.  Apparently, you were overtaken by sensory overload…the provocative and mysterious silhouette of my shoes leave you intrigued, captivated and very turned on.  The power my heels convey is not just from the added height they give me, but also the exaggerated snake-like curves accentuating my soft, rounded breasts and bubble-like caboose you enjoy playing with so much.

I know you can’t explain your fascination with women’s shoes very easily.  It has been a fetish of yours since you were young and something you can never seem to get enough of as it has provided seemingly endless pleasures.  You have an insatiable appetite for them…you want to touch them, you want to smell them and you want to wear them within the privacy of your home…only to subsequently and inevitably fall onto your bed and jerk yourself silly into some primal and foggy bliss of satisfying animal spirits.  You can practically smell it, can’t you?

Well, I suppose we could talk a bit more about what you really see when you get turned on by my shoes, but we will save that for another time.
Oh…by the way…didn’t you mention to me you can’t stop sucking on the heel?
Hmmm..more food for thought.
Talk to you soon, pervert…