Foot slave - An Evening of Accountability

Each of us have chosen to become the artists of the world which will now create,
no right or wrong.  

Our worlds are unique and all by our own design, allow me to share a part of my
world with you. 


I am a Dominant, and as such there is a great responsibility which I have to
myself and to the one who chooses to serve me.

Training is vital, communication essential.

There is more than just speaking, and listening, there is comprehending.

With my sincere respect allow me to share a tiny part of my life, and my world.

Evening of Accountability.

The first thing we do is you smell my feet
Take my shoe
And smell your mistress’ scent
Each time it is a different shoe it is a different aroma
How smelling shoes intoxicates you
Looking down into your eyes I am grinning
You are becoming aroused and a little embarrassed
Is this humiliating for you?
To know I sense your need and hunger for this?
To know I have the power feed you and to relish in the control and power of it
all?

Look at the imprint of my toes and see the marks your Mistress has made there
Will the leather there taste differently than other places?
Stick your tongue out, and hold it there waiting until I snap my fingers.
Do not dare to lick my shoe without permission or hearing my command.
Sensually I place the tip of my shoe into your mouth, watching as your lips hold
it in place.
Leaning forward I whisper in your ear, “Now you must only breathe through your
nose continually inhaling the aroma of my leather shoe and the sweat of my
foot.”  
How long will I wait until you flinch, a minute or an hour?
I reach for the hourglass which is resting on the coffee table to the right of
my wingback chair. The sand inside the red the color of passion and desire and
the wood a rich mahogany, I can see the anticipation in your eyes.

Leaning forward and gazing into your eyes, I take a deep breath and exhale close
to your neck. Strengthen my body back into the chair I, then turning the
hourglass upside down and resting it back unto the table.

“Yes, I believe one hour will do very nicely.”
The sand of the hour glass pours through the slender center of the glass.
“One hour of watching you like a motionless statue there at my feet, silent,
obedient, and inhaling my shoes aroma will be very pleasing to me.”

My voice is cool and calm, and sadistically sweet.

“You know, I don’t have to be motionless statues don’t you?” 
“Wouldn’t that be silly for me to be a statue too?”  
Placing my hands firmly on the sides of the chair I stand before you. 
“Don’t even think about flinching statue.”
My voice exudes a powerful and controlling dominant tone, touching the core
inside you.
“This not some bullshit fantasy, with is my reality which you have consented to
be a part of and you will be obedient.”

“Yes, I am a caring female dominant, but as your eyes can see I am very fucking
dominant, look around you.”
I walk through my candle light room, my eyes sensitive to bright light.  You
hear the sound of liquid pouring, then the sound of my finger tapping the side
of the glass.

Your heart is racing faster and beating hard like a drum, you want so badly to
move.
I reach for a small list of tasks, and begin to review it while still tapping
the side of my wine glass.
Sitting down in front of you as if you were a student having his homework graded
by his teacher, and you are.
“Did you create all the tasks on your list this week to my satisfaction I
wonder?”

Your eyes widen, your mouth becoming dry from holding the shoe, and your legs
beginning to get slightly tired.
“You know what a stickler I am for dirt in corners right, the Q-Tip never
lies.” 

I smile with at you caringly, and yet something in my eyes tells you that you
are being held accountable for the service which you have offered to me. 

“Accountability is a marvelous thing because on one hand you would be rewarded,
yet on the other hand, you would not.” 

“It would appear I do have a time to grade your service, there is still sand on
the top of the glass.”
MLadyCaringfemdom