Louboutin Shoe Worship Mistress
The weather is still agreeable for some outside sessions with subs who love shoes, boots and feet. I am most happy to be a Louboutin Shoe Worship Mistress, here in north London. There is a certain something that happens to a Mistress when the high heels are strapped on. The extra height, the beauty of the workmanship, the scent of polished leather. Louboutin are favourites.
The Red Soles
Such detail appears on the majority of the brand. Did you know the shiny red leather sole is the result of an accident with red nail polish? Just why is that red so exciting? Is it because it mimics the red lipstick a Mistress wears or does it promise something else. Whatever it is it turns many subs on.
Crawl to Me
I order you on your knees. You have to show you are worthy to approach. You crawl. Permission is given. Your lips get to touch the supple leather straps. I let you linger so your nostrils fill with the aroma of expensive leather. Now you are supplicant you are allowed to look up. Up past my slender ankles to my calves and up to the stocking tops. Black seamed stockings are a perfect compliment. Stockings held up with a suspender belt. You are taken by the ‘v’ of my loins, the black panties and my scent are intoxicating. I allow you to worship, not just my feet, but my legs.
The Boundary
No further. You can admire and you may wonder but you won’t travel any further. Your wonder and my scent take over your feeble attempts at manliness. You know your place. On your knees and begging to be told what to do by your Mistress.
Additional Pleasures
I would expect you will be punished in some form. I may insert an anal plug, I may whip your cock or I may use my extensive knowledge and skills of corporal punishment to inflict layers of pain on your pale buttocks.
Imagine that. Punished for looking up my skirt, for kissing my shoes for not obeying instantly. You are the servant, mine to punish and mine to dominate.
The Authority Figure
For some lovers of Louboutin shoes an extra pleasure can be absorbed by roleplay. At the top we have the Dominatrix, dressed in black lingerie, tall and commanding, exuding authority and half a smile as she, that is I, bring the cane down with a loud swish.
Perhaps I am someone more unobtainable like the ‘Lady of the Manor’. I could be your stepmother, your real mother or an aunt. This time dressed in a conservative manor, the only hint of sexuality my shoes with the shiny red soles and ankles hidden in black see through stockings.
A headmistress who likes to dress well. A headmistress you hear in the school corridors, her heels tapping on the hard floors.
Which role would make your session even more exciting? Just ask. I have an extensive wardrobe and I love to dress up as much as I enjoy inflicting pain for my excitement.
Miss K Stinger
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