All he wanted was to worship my divine feet in the parlor. It is a sacred privilege showing an act of devotion and reverence to taste and kiss every inch of my radiant feet. Finding solace; his mind becomes a blank canvas upon which her will is etched as every thought, every desire is centered on his Goddess leaving her so completely relaxed that she barely notices his presence. Sitting at my feet slowly devouring each the curve and contour of each delicate toe and tenderly caressing each graceful arch is a foot boy’s favorite privilege but to worship them is ethereal divinity.
