(Part Two) I adore it when we indulge in our mutual foot fetish phone sex love. I walk back to the entryway table- the heels of my boots clicking sharply as my round hips sway unintentionally. My fingers grasp the handle of my leather bag and I turn to make my way back to your room. When I enter, you are there, bare of all but your collar and a pair of tightly hugging boxer briefs. The way you are kneeling on a pillow designed specifically for that with your head bowed makes me smile approvingly. You do not move or say a word as I make my way to your bed to drop my bag. I open it and begin to pull everything out that was needed to first take care of my leather boots. We would begin with the traditional boot blacking to tidy up my black leather boots so that they end up shining. I knew that you loved to do this for me. I know how addicted you are to this whole foot fetish escapade.
My voice is soft, a bit distracted as I murmur while getting things. “You’d best be prepared for tonight, pet.”
Once I have all of the needed materials out, I carry them over to a table next to my chair. We had gotten this chair for me specifically for when I came over to be worshiped in this sensual manner. You perk up as you hear the clinking of the shoe polish container, making me chuckle softly under my breath. I sit down once everything is set up and arch my back in a stretch with a low little moan. You are still kneeling on your pillow with your head down like a good boy should and I speak softly. “Get over here, sweetheart, come take care of me now.”
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