Best Of Friends! - The Recap! 🫶🏻 (PART 2) It was so incredi..

Best Of Friends! - The Recap! 🫶🏻 (PART 2) It was so incredible how well his training was coming along within those first couple weeks, and I hadn’t even really started “training” yet lol!! I was just using my pretty feet and soles to shape, melt and mould his mind into a single repetitive and devoted thought: Serve. Using my feet to jump start this notion just kinda seemed like a no brainer ya know? He was so insatiably addicted to everything about them, that using them to own him was effortless lol! I had also been doing my research on the sexual and emotional control of men, and based on the fact that men are insanely attracted to dominant, confident women, it only made that much more sense to utilize my perfect soles as a reward to be worshipped! And fuck did he worship… He quickly went from being my best friend and roommate, to my best friend, roommate AND devoted, loving foot stool! Only, instead of resting my feet on him, I simply used his face to mouth fuck and massage my tired soles on a “whenever the fuck I wanted” basis! He got so hungry, horny and conditioned to the roll, that I was able to teach him simple cues as to when I wanted him licking my soles! It was like training a loving puppy dog! One of the cues I taught him first, was if I came home from work and DIDN’T take my shoes off, it’s meant he got to do it that day… He is utterly infatuated with peeling my footwear off after work and sniffing/kissing/licking my soft, hot, sweaty wrinkled soles lol Take this evening for instance! I slipped on my converse today before heading off to work, but decided that I didn’t feel like wearing socks! What’s the worst that couple happen right? My feet get crazy soft, sweaty and Uber pink like he likes ‘em? I strutted out the door, but made sure he got a full eye full of what I was wearing on my feet first… Leaving him to wonder in agony if I was gonna let him slip me outta these cute kicks when I got home (9 hours later…) and let him worship my feet. This time around, I spoiled him and made sure that long, agonizing, hopeful horny wait he had was worth it... ***** The second cue that I use to tell him when it’s time to get down on his knees and serve me, is a little something I like to call giving off “Arch Overload.” It’s kinda exactly what it sounds like! As you know, I have really sexy soles, but I think a big part of my sexy soles is my equally sexy arches? They’re high and shapely (And I think by shapely, I mean, there are legit soft, cute, ticklish, plump wrinkles decorated like… All over them!) They make this cute little trail going ALLL around the sides of my sole/arch and ALL the way around my heels! That paired with the fact that my soles/heels are what men have often lusted over as “Juicy”… And let’s just say my arches can be a foot lovers instant obsession! It only seems deviously clever and OBVIOUS to pop said arches, and create what I deemed earlier as my “Arch Overload!” See, whenever my arches pop, he (and you) can’t help but get hard as a rock!! So it became an instant no brainer cue when it came to effortlessly telling him it was time to lick my soles, and I especially liked utilizing this cue after long days at the yoga studio… There’s just something extra entertaining about having a man devote himself to your feet like a queen when they’re hot, sweaty, tired and in the perfect condition for that horny foot perv pampering! ***** This whole “utterly owning him with my feet” was starting to become so much fun (And feel surprisingly SO fucking good) that in the early stages of his training, I would sometimes forget about my main goal! (For those of you who are new to following me, that of course, was turning him into my obedient bondage sex pet! The feeling of his hands and mouth all over my toes and soles on a daily basis, was starting to become so such a sweet addiction to me, that I was even starting to enjoy it when he playfully tickled me! (Something that felt especially yummy after a long day in nylons…) I have very ticklish feet, so my natural reaction is always gonna be to pull away, yet, even in these early stages of our new dynamic, I was definitely starting to feel those tickles echoing elsewhere… As time and our relation progressed, I did eventually grasp the self control needed to steer us away from just my pretty feet, towards my more selfish curiosities for toying with his helpless dick and body. But I will admit, due to my obsession with how much I was enjoying having my feet touched, it took a wee bit longer than I planned! In part, I blame a good chunk of it for my whimsical love for the holidays LOL! I don’t care about presents and all that Xmas material BS, but I love all the gorgeous sites and vibes of the holiday season! The way so many people’s houses are all aglow with warm, twinkling lights, and how warming it all looks and feels in the silent snow falls of winter! My point is, I’m not my meanest self during the holiday’s, so I’m much more prone to do something like… Wear my crazy sheer nylon pantyhose to work for a 12 hour day, before coming back home and putting my feet (Still in my nylons and flats) up on his desk! Watching in pleasure and cozy comfort, as he legit mouth fucks my hot, sweaty, undoubtably sweet AF nylon soles! Sucking and licking every ounce of the day, first from my nylons, before ripping them clean off my feet to do the same for my soft, wrinkled soles and long, cute toes! And now you know the third effortless “Time to tend to my feet” cue that I used on him! Nylons! If I wore nylons on any given day, it was almost always my way of telling him, “On your knees, my feet, your face.” I pretty much always paired this cue with the first cue I told you about (Leaving my shoes on when I get home and kicking my feet up) but the simple act of me just wearing any kind of nylons became something he quickly learned to live for! To Be Continued… Xoxo -Gwen 👸🏼💋