I find that it's normally the reaction of the client and how they are interacting with me. He arrived on time, 6 foot tall, marine cut hair, mustache and suit. I instantly liked him, because he was dressed nicely. I opened the door and said, "Oh, that's a nice suit…"

"Thankyou Goddess" was his reply as I let him in.

"Cross dressing, right?" I said looking at him.

"No… foot fetish" was his reply.

"Ah good," I said, "I was kind of in the mood for a massage today."

I led him down the long corridor in to the main theatrical dungeon. I told him to have a seat and we proceeded to talk about that tape that plays over and over in his head. I informed him that my interests are so vast, that I needed to know what his limits were. At the end of our conversation, I realized that it would be a very light session, however, I still proceeded with the discussion of the safety words and other safety concerns, just to get to know him better.

He proceeded to inform me about a knee injury, so that in my mind, he wouldn't be on his knees for the duration of the session. I told him to get comfortable, and that I'd be right back.

I came back in to the room wearing a below the knee 1940s style spaghetti strap dress with no nylons and a pair of stiletto open toe shoes.

"That's a gorgeous outfit," he complimented me. He proceeded to inform me that I looked much different in person as opposed to the pictures of me that he'd seen on my website. He told me that I had looked very mean and stern in my pictures, however, in person, I seemed a little bit softer.

I reached under the table, directly to the left of the chair, where all of my foot worshipping lotions were. I informed him that if he gave me a very good pedicure, I would let him kiss and worship my feet. I had him remove my right shoe, and he applied fingernail polish remover to a cotton ball and started slowly removing the nail polish from my toes, not keeping his face any further than 6" away from my foot.

He did it very slowly and methodically, and almost as though he were memorizing every groove of the nail on my big toe. I am lucky that I'm not one of the women who has had to deform her feet by wearing high heels all the time. My feet have survived that with barely a callous or a bump, but that could also be from the constant care that I receive from my slaves.

When he was done removing all of the nail polish, I told him that I wasn't interested in him re-applying nail polish, but rubbing lotion on my feet instead. I told him to warm up the lotion between his palms and apply it to my feet in a circular motion. He did this with vigor, thus I requested that he slow down. Once again, he kept his face very close to my feet, as though he were memorizing every little crevice between my toes, the arch of my feet, even the tiny hairs present.

"Ah…" I sighed and sat back to light a cigarette.

He then proceeded to repeat this process on my left foot. I told him that my feet felt wonderful now, and directed him to lie flat on his back. I now told him that I was going to be using his face as a footrest. After he achieved the position I had so suggested, I instructed him to stick out his tongue, as I placed the ball of my foot on the end of his tongue. I then guided my foot back and forth on his tongue, instructing him to lick back and forth along my toes and to suck on my big toe. He did this with such gusto, and excitement, that I pulled my foot away and gradually brought back my left foot over his face. I then commanded him to beg to lick my feet. After he did so, I allowed him to lick the arch of my left foot.

I could tell that he was so filled with excitement that he was about to burst. I then directly held my feet over his face, commanding him to beg to lick my feet once again. He became so excited with the begging, that he "relieved" himself right there. In response to this, I informed him that he was very naughty for doing that and that he should have asked my permission. I told him that it was something that we'd need to work on. Some sort of guidance for self control was definitely in order.

He cleaned himself up, got dressed, and I walked him to the front door where he kissed my hand and thanked me for my time.