Erika will tease and torment you with her sexy, shiny black platform high heels as you lay on the floor gazing at her beauty!
Her highly arched feet are clearly visible, even with her heels on, and the beautiful heels accentuate her lovely nylon feet, her toes are encased in reinforced pantyhose.
You will long for the scent of her feet, mixed with the leather and nylons, warm and pungent, awaiting your mouth and tongue for a massage. This adorable blonde deserves all of your attention to her tired feet!

Lea teased me with her black nylon feet, pointing her toes and then arching her feet. “How bad do you want to kiss my feet?”, she said insolently, tossing her lovely dark hair back with her hand in her superior way. “When I am done you may never be able to look me in the eyes,” she said. She had me tied to the foot of her bed in a kneeling position and was tormenting me and toe teasing me. “It’s such a terrible thing to have a foot fetish isn’t it, it makes you a slave to ALL my wishes, all because you want SO badly to kiss and smell my FEET,” she said laughing.
My face burned with total humiliation, but I still managed to beg anyway. “May I P-please kiss your feet Miss Lea!!”
She laughed and said, “I just love the fact that an accomplished little foot slut such as yourself is willing to beg and plead to kiss my wonderful feet. Would you be willing to let me paddle your bare butt for that privilege?” I nodded yes and hung my head in shame. She pulled my head close to hers, her silky dark hair grazed my naked body. She slapped me and said, “Stare at my feet while I watch this show and think about what kissing my feet means to you, because NOT only am going to make you BEG to be paddled, but you are going to PAY me to kiss my feet.” “AND I want you to subscribe to http://www.noemisworld.com so you can kneel down nightly and jerk off to my feet and remember that I was the one that turned your bare butt pink with my paddle.”

“Yes Mistress Lea. May I please kiss your feet. There is my credit card you can enroll me now. Please don’t punish me too hard!,” I said desperately. I was so hot and horny that I was out of breath. She laughed and yanked the credit card out of my trembling hand and said, “Let me see your wallet, I want the rest of your cash for letting you even look at my feet tonight, much less JERK Off to them! Wait until I tell my other girlfriends that model at http://www.noemisworld.com
“YOU are going to be nothing but their little foot slut, do you realize that, sucking the filth and sweat off their stinky feet, licking between their toes and sucking their heels like the slave you ARE.” I was so excited by the way she spoke to me, I never realized how submissive I could become to women with beautiful, sexy feet. I wanted to be treated like this even more, and subjugated at the soles of their feet. I had become a complete foot slave. She treated me like dirt and I was excited by her superior attitude and haughty demeanor. Knowing the other women would treat me this way made me throb even more. Now she was already on the phone telling Miss Noelle about how excited I got over being slapped around. “Lick the dirt off my foot,” she said as she laughed and spoke on the phone. “Clean it until I tell you to stop, I want my feet polished and shiny with your warm spit.”

I was driving Miss Nathalie around and doing her errands all day because I adore her and I am completely smitten with her sexy feet. At every point that we stopped in traffic she would present her pretty bare foot to my face for kisses. The rest of the time she laid her nyloned foot on her “foot pillow” on the dashboard of the car.
At one point she said her soles were a little dry, so I had to slide off her nylons and massage skin lotion onto her legs and feet until she was satisfied. I accidentally applied too much lotion and had to lick the excess off of her foot in a public parking lot. She made sure that people saw me adoring her bare feet to increase my humiliation. I even had to re-apply her toe-nail polish while she smoked a cigarette and watched and supervised my actions on a public park bench. She unabashedly would tell any onlookers that I had a foot fetish. If they were female she would tell them “he’s my foot wimp.” She said in her baby doll voice, “Suck my toes, you KNOW you want to.” “Lick the soles, baby, you can’t help but do it when I ask”, she said seductively, flipping her head coyly. Now we were back at her apartment and she was making me kneel and look at her feet.
“You are such a FREAK. Stare at my feet and jerk off for me, while I text my girlfriends.” I wanted to kiss her highly arched feet so bad, but she enjoyed teasing and denying me that privilege for quite some time.
I was mesmerized by her beautiful blonde face, sexy body and highly arched feet. Her long toes curled and pointed, as I stared. A couple of times I attempted to touch or taste her feet.
“You need some more oil for that woody honey?”
“Pull my nylons off with your teeth and lick between my toes as if it were my pussy lips, show me what you will do for me.”
She pulled them away. Not until you cum for me baby. The soles of her feet had nice wrinkles and I wanted to kiss them so badly. She spread her toes and squeezed my nose. “You like that, my little foot wimp. Sniff them.” She pulled my head back and forth with her muscular toes, laughing hysterically at how I complied with her every whim and wish. She teased me on and on, until I started convulsing and spurted all over her floor at the foot of her bed. “Did I tell you that you were ALLOWED to cum? Now you will LICK it off my shoe.”
She picked up her whip and looked at me menacingly. She got a very dominant look in her face, and she could be very stern.
She slipped on her heel, and then ground the soles of her black high heeled pump into the goo and lifted it to my mouth. Some of it came up in a long pearly strand.
“LICK it off.” I obeyed, as I knew she could get very dominant and she knew how to whip my bare butt hard.
It is not easy being her foot slave, as she is very demanding and likes to tease and deny me.

One Saturday morning after coming in exhausted from being ordered to rake the leaves, Alexis told me to come in the bedroom and kneel down. She told me from now on I was to suck her nylon toes when she returned home from work every evening. Then she shoved her panty hosed toes in my mouth and made me suck them clean while I knelt naked before her bed and gazed into her eyes submissively. She had a haughty look about her and she laughed at my hard-on and said, “Taste good?,” tucking her beautiful blonde hair behind her one ear and giggling.
Her warm, hot feet were quite pungent and the taste was a bit bitter, but the humiliation of being lorded over by this strict mistress was quite intoxicating. I would do anything to kiss and lick her feet and she knew that and held that over me.
She inserted her foot into my mouth as far as she could, tucking her beautiful blonde hair behind her one ear and laughed at me in a teasing, provocative way.
“Warm my feet with your big mouth until I say to stop.”
Alexis proceeded to take a nice nap on the bed while using my mouth as her foot warmer. At some point she slid her other foot towards my waiting mouth and I blew hot, warm air on that one as well.
She then allowed me to slip off her nylons and suck and lick every portion of her beautiful bare feet and suck her toes.She even rolled over on her stomach so that I had full access to the soles of her feet, and a wonderful view off her tight jeans which showed off her beautiful butt in a provocative way. She wore a nice peach colored top with no bra and I stole peeks at her perky nipples poking through. Her breasts were nice and full and would jiggle when she moved.
“Well, I am going to call Noelle and get a report on how your week of training went with her.”
“If I do not receive a good report from her I may punish you.” I could only hope that Miss Noelle would not tell about me getting caught sniffing her dirty panties in the bathroom and how she made me hand wash ALL of her panties the entire week, because I knew Alexis would delight in making me do that. She already has me hand wash her used pantyhose and hand them up in the bathroom to dry. Alexis is my foot queen and I love being her foot slave.

I had to take yoga class with Miss Agathe and several other women, and the whole time I was positioned behind Miss Agathe. I could not help gazing at the sexy balls of her size 9 feet when she was working out on her stomach on the mat. Several times during the class I noticed her looking sternly at me, as I had been sneaking peeks at other women in the class. I could not help but look, as they all had attractive feet and nice bodies.
When we got back to her apartment, she sat down and pointed to a spot on the floor just below her bed.
I knelt down, untied her gym shoes and removed her socks. I knew what to do.
“This should cure your little FOOT fetish. SUCK all the sweat from my feet! And IF I ever catch you looking at other women’s feet again I will paddle you even HARDER than I will tonight.”
I gulped and licked up every trace of perspiration from her hot, stinky, salty warm bare feet. Little did she know that I loved every minute of that and I was enjoying the taste, scent and smell of her warm bare feet.
Soon it showed that I was enjoying the moment when an erection sprang from my gym shorts.
Miss Agathe commanded, “Fetch the flyswatter.”
I did and knelt once again before her tall figure. I felt quite belittled by the mere presence of her tall, muscular figure, shapely body and legs, but most of all I adored her feet.
“Pull down those shorts, I wanna see your manhood, the one that makes you stare at women’s feet.”
I did, and she delivered several smacks with the flyswatter to the mushroom head of my throbbing hard-on, resulting in it becoming more swollen and purple in color.
“From now on, you are MY foot slave, and you will do whatever I say, or I will tell ALL of the women that you know at yoga class about you foot fetish. Is that understood?”
I nodded in total disbelief, but I remembered to say, “Yes ma’am,” as I saw her playing with the flyswatter out of the corner of my eye, waiting for an opportunity to use it once again.

Alanna sat back down on the edge of the leather chair and kicked off her sandals. She extended her leg in the air and slowly inspected the soles of her highly arched feet which had some rough spots on the balls of her feet and a callous on her big toe. There were some dirt stains on her heels and the balls of her pretty feet from walking around outside, especially on the rough, dry areas of her soles.
Lying back on the couch, Alanna hung one foot off the side, hanging about six inches off the ground, and looked contemptuously at me.
“Kiss my foot,” she said out of the blue.
I looked at her and she had this girlish grin on her face. She giggled, started swinging her foot, and extending her toe in a point.
“Last chance, kiss my foot,” she said.
I got out of the other chair, and Alanna raised her leg, putting her pretty foot in front of my face. I reached out to grab it and she took it away, again letting it hang inches from the floor. I stood there foolishly, with my shorts quickly becoming a tent, as I grew to full length. I turned red with embarrassment as Alanna laughed at my humiliation.
“Beg,” she said, “Beg to kiss my foot.”

I had to do it. I needed to kiss her glorious foot. My whole body was consumed with that single desire.
“Alanna, may I please…” I began, but she extended her leg and put her foot on the tip of my rock member, pushing down. I moaned in pleasure as she said sternly:
“On your knees.”
I sank to my knees before her. How shameful I must have appeared. I looked into her eyes and she could see the pleading look written on my face. She knew I would do anything to kiss her stinky, dirty feet.
“Clean them, using your tongue,” she proclaimed in a scornful manner.
I meekly used my tongue, timidly washing the dirtiest portions of her foot and looked upward at her. She was smiling downward in a domineering way, pleased at how she had completely enslaved me so quickly.
I felt so humbled to be made into a dirty, disgusting foot washer. Then she forced her toes into my willing mouth, scraping the soles on my bottom teeth in a vulgar, intrusive manner. After that she rubbed her smelly soles all over my face, mixing her warm, salty foot smell, the leather scent from her sandals and my saliva all over my nose, mouth and cheeks, while looking at me with complete contempt, seeming to dare me to complain even a bit.
“You are now my nasty, repulsive foot slave,” she said in a snotty manner, slapping me cruelly with the bottom of her other foot on the cheek of my red face. The sound echoed in the room, increasing my humiliation.
Then she inspected the bottom of her soles and said, “You have done a terrible job of cleaning my feet, look how dirty they still are! I just may have to send you back to my mother for a punishment.”
“P…Please, Alanna,” I stammered, “I am in love with you and your feet, I love the taste and the smell and I want to please you any way I can. Please let me have some more time to clean them to your specifications. Miss Valarie will have me punished if you don’t find me acceptable. Please!!! She told me if I did not please you I would be paddled hard by her girlfriend who is a really mean dominatrix from the Ukraine and that she would invite her girlfriends to watch. Please let me be your foot slut, please! I will do whatever you please.” I was quivering, out of breath and my heart was pounding. Her mother, Valarie had made me into a completely submissive foot slave in just a short period.
Obviously pleased at my submissive compliance, she grabbed me by the ear, and pulled my face close to her face and softly smacked me with her palm on my cheek and said in a satisfied and sensuous way, “Get to work, I don’t have all day!”

Watch secretary Silvia massaging her own feet in transparent tights.