Kendra Lynn collars him for foot worship

As she stood before me, towering in her stilettos, I couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement and fear wash over me. Foot fetishist Kendra Lynn, my beautiful and commanding mistress from Bratty Foot Dom, had me on my knees wearing a collar and leash. And as much as I tried to resist, I found myself unable to take my eyes off of her heels.

“Do you like my heels?” she purred, her voice dripping with dominance. “Do you want to worship them?”

I could only nod, my mouth suddenly dry as I anticipated what was to come.

“Go ahead,” she commanded, gesturing towards her feet. “While I’ve got you on your leash, go ahead and look at my beautiful heels.”

I couldn’t help but comply, my gaze hungrily taking in every inch of her tall patterened black and white heels. They seemed to taunt me.

“You just love my feet, don’t you?” Kendra asked with a smirk. “I’m your mistress and you’re my slave. You love my long hair and my hot body, but I know you’re really all about these feet.”

She was right. My infatuation with her feet and shoes was something that I had struggled to understand since we had first met. But now, as she stood above me in all her glory, it was clear that they held a power over me that I couldn’t resist.

“Take my heels off,” she commanded, extending her foot towards me. “And kiss the tops of my feet.”

I eagerly complied, gently removing each heel. As soon as I kissed her feet, I felt a surge of pleasure course through me. It was intoxicating.

“Lick them for me,” Kendra said, leaning back on the bed with a satisfied smile. “From heel to toes. Get ’em all clean, every single toe, my whole foot.”

I could hear the amusement in her voice as I obeyed her instructions, running my tongue along every inch of her feet. I couldn’t help but relish in the feeling of being under her control, adoring her feet and fulfilling her every desire.

“I’m going out tonight,” Kendra announced suddenly. “Stay here and wait for me to come back!”

My heart raced at the thought of her leaving me alone with nothing but thoughts of her and her perfectly manicured feet. But I knew that my place was to obey her, and so I nodded obediently as she slipped her heels back on and walked out the door.

As I waited for her return, my mind wandered to how I had fallen into this position. How had I become so enthralled by feet and the power they held over me? I don’t know how it happened, but I know I’m right where I belong, in the throes of foot fetish fantasies. It seemed like just yesterday that I had been a confident and successful businessman, but now I found myself reduced to a submissive slave at the mercy of my mistress, foot goddess Kendra Lynn, on Bratty Foot Dom!