Yourfootstool

devoted foot worshipper. i have some sub tendencies but i consider foot worship to be more devotional than submissive. kissing, smelling, and cleaning your feet and soles with my mouth are expressions of my admiration for you as a perfect, living goddess on Earth. any woman with such physical beauty that simply seeing her induces a need to worship her shoes, socks, and feet, so strong that to suppress it is tormenting, is one i regard as a literal goddess in human form gracing humanity with her splendorous perfection. just the site of you walking around, or sitting on a bench with your legs crossed, wearing something as casual as footless leggings and a pair of cute pastel blue low top sneakers with pink ankle socks, i become consumed by an intense need to sit on the ground before you, so that from your upper crossed leg your raised foot hovers just over my face, and i'm looking up at you from beneath the dirty sole of your shoe. this is where i belong and where i feel happiest in life.

if you would tell me to clean the dirt off your shoes with my tongue i would gladly do it and consider it a special privilege. when a goddess like you walks around, ordinary dirt and filth from the ground is transformed into a divine sacrament and a delicacy because it is now your dirt, on your perfect feet or on the shoes, socks, and nylons, that adorn them. it is an honor to be able to lick up your precious dirt, to taste it and swallow it down. it's especially generous when you offer me your saliva, spitting directly into my mouth, to help me wash it down.

by serving and worshiping you well, i hope i would be allowed to enjoy everything i love in your lower extremities. i'd begin by kissing your exposed ankle, just between where your leggings end and your socks begin. i would kiss your smooth, slender ankle while inhaling deeply to get a hint of your aroma. then move down a bit to kiss on your sock and shoe right where your foot enters it, getting a bit more of your scent there. i'd kiss all over your cute pastel blue sneakers - sides, top, toe, and sole. then i'd slowly pull your sneaker off from your heel while kissing your shoe, sock, and ankle. i'd slide your sneaker off exposing your cute pink ankle socks and releasing your perfect divine aroma to waft past my face. i'd immediately bury my face inside your sneaker, touching my nose to the insole and inhaling intensely, kissing the insole that is constantly trampled by your sweaty sole - finally getting that gratification i needed, of getting right in there and inhaling the smell of your perfection from the blend of your sweat and pheromones, and a hint of sweet perfume from your lotion.

after enjoying a couple of deep whiffs I would go straight to your socked foot, which you present to me right in front of my nose with your toes flexed upward, so i can enjoy the space where your toes meet your soles, the strongest source of your goddess aroma. i'd kiss and smell right there, and all up and down your soles in your soft, thin elastic, sweaty pink socks. i'd kiss the sides and the arches and the smooth curved top of your foot. then i'd kiss right at the ankle of your sock while pulling it down and enjoying every split second of removing it from heel to toe. then i could behold the perfection of your pretty goddess foot - thin straight toes, silky pale skin, on top a long raised curve sloping down from ankle to toe, on bottom a pronounced arch curving like an S when you flex your toes up and stick out the ball of your sole. pedicured, with shining polish on the toenails.