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I’ve confessed to you my fascination with those that worship my feet. I can’t personally see myself being the worshipper, but I do feel totally at home having my feet worshipped. It feels so natural to have someone on the floor in front of my lavishing attention to my feet. One of my most ardent foot worshippers is a tall, handsome, ultra masculine guy we will call “Ethan.”

Ethan is the typical type A, financial industry, white collar guy. He dresses immaculately and looks as though he belongs in a fashion magazine as a model. Oh . . . and did I mention the 6 pack on this boy? He has this preoccupation with feet. Okay, I’m putting it mildly. He has a big foot fetish. Looking at my feet gives Ethan an instantaneous hard on. Correction, I think he has a hard on as soon as he sees me because he *anticipates* being able to smell, touch, kiss, and lick my feet.

On one occasion while I was teasing him unmercifully with my feet . . . I decided that I would have a little bit more fun with him than I usually do. I got him aroused to the point where he would do *anything* for me to grant him a happy ending. So before I even entertained the notion of his release, I told him to wear a pair of my panties. He looked mortified. He let me know under no certain terms was he into being feminized or being a sissy. . .

To be contined!