As Dommes, it will not come as a surprise that quite often, our natural gifts will lend themselves very beautifully to the areas of submission, worship, punishments and services we demand and enjoy.
As a 5”11 inch woman with a 34 inch inside leg and very lean, slim, long toed, size 8, very sweaty feet… let’s just say that foot and leg worship was always to be a strong suit of mine and a particular favourite.
Naturally, Slaves belong in a physical state that reinforces their status and that is to say, lower than their Mistress, close to the dirt as possible.
How fortuitous for them that this positioning places them so perfectly at my feet. The possibilities are endless; the nuance sublime.
Many years ago, at my first foray to Torture Garden, I remember resting myself on a chair for a moment after spending most of the evening striding, stalking and sashaying through the labyrinthine club. I was suddenly surrounded by a flock of foot subs. They all clamoured for the opportunity to massage my stockinged, sweaty feet, each begging to be chosen, each telling me they were the best. I decided to give the privilege to an earnest looking sub with vibrating gloves.
He knelt before me, thanking me breathlessly and I elegantly and slowly extended my long leg, to place my shoe in his direction. Never once losing his gaze, holding his attention with unmistakable power. His hands trembled as he slipped off my shoe , pacing it carefully on the ground and the scene struck me as a sort of dark fairytale, with twisted tropes. He took my right foot so gently in his hands, his eyes wild with adrenaline, placing it softly on his bent knees, caressing it with reverence, dampness of my sweat through sheer stockings, lowering his face towards my toes and the ivory top of my foot, close to his lips and nose but never to touch, trying to pick up Mistress’s fragrance.
I allowed him to repeat this reverential dance with my left foot. Once I had indulged his privilege for long enough, he was cast one of my customary commanding looks and gently replaced each shoe with the same care and grace and retreated, with words of suitably effusive gratitude. The experience stayed with me and I was now fully aware first hand of the power of foot worship as an expression of feminine dominance.
I love to display my legs. I always have. An extension of feminine grace, power and of course, a large part of my imposing height. I have been made very aware of them and most keenly, the effect they have on men since I was a teenager. They are, hands, voice and eyes aside, the part of my body I enjoy tormenting men with the most. As a dancer, we are drawn to understand their capability; showcasing strength, grace and feminine expression.
As natural Dommes, life sometimes guides us to our future kinks without us explicitly realising it, as is also the case for submissives. Then in later years, as intentional and conscious Dommes, we then hone our skills and sharpen them, like blades.
Fast forward to Mistress in the very present day. Leg and foot worship sessions always please me when requested. The ability to weave the tease, the torment of a Slave, ritualistically commanded to kneel, place their face before my feet. Inches away, endless legs flowing upwards. An intimidating sight indeed. A Giantess and Goddess stands before you. Will I make you pathetically beg to touch them? Will I offer you the divine privilege of my long sweaty toes stroked gently across your lips? Will you please Mistress sufficiently that she allows you to hold my sweaty foot in your graceless hands for you to worship? Long slender legs towering upwards to the cupid bow lips that command your degradation and train you to new levels of submission? To kiss them? To kiss them is a rare gift indeed.
It all remains to be seen, of course. Mistress’s design is all; my feet and legs are all gifts to bestow as I carve your servitude to my desires.
