Foot worship (for Jane Fressia)

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I for one really hope that it has
a happy ending...............

Could you ever make her beg?

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Isn't it romantic when you and she
come at the same time?

Tap, tap , tap goes the heel on the little head.

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Oh darling you need to be more careful.....

It's the least you can do for her...

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All right boys lets do this.
Why don't we try a little
interactive footsie cucking.

So we have this nice picture
that I've already cropped, scaled
and color adjusted for us.

We need a caption for it! I want
you to help.

So this is the scene. It's the next
day and your of course a bit
embarrassed. I mean she just
hammered your little stiffied
until you had an orgasm and
you saw her have an orgasm
by just recalling what he was
able to do to her. Is there even
the proverbial snowballs chance
that you would be able to do
that to her? Yeah I thought so.

You could be bruised. A little
black and blue wienie from
her foot loving. Bruised ego
because, well you know why.

Tell us how it goes? Try to do
something new. I know you
want her to be the loving
girl who just happens to fuck
other guys but try a fantasy
where shes always been self
centered and self absorbed.

Well it's your story so it goes
as you want it but you owe it
to yourself to explore the
whole range of dirty things
that I could do to you.

Come on boys. Give me lots
of details. Give me all the
little things that make you
cringe.

Make me purr dear. Feed
me you pain and offense
and make me purr.....

Omgggg...Jane...you have as devastating an impact as the shoes you put on her pretty delicate yet cruel feet. Creating the arousal in such an erotic way...then using her arousal to crush ,yet stimulate. You take my breath away...totally ,seductively powering presentation. Thank You.

Ohh Jane...from my experience...

She said..."the feeling I have for him, I can't help it, its too strong for me, I'm like a moth drawn to a flame"

Me: 'does he know about me?' Her: "Yes I told him"

Me: 'did you use protection?' Her: " No I didn't" (looking away)

Me: 'i am prepared to share if thats what you want' Her: "Its too late for that"

Me (as i stroked her pussy) 'i love you are so wet' Her: "at least you can still arouse me as ....you can feel"

Me: i want to come and see you' Her: "why, whats the point"

Me: 'you were stroking yourself last night can i share your dream?' Her: "Oh, I dream a lot lately"

Jane, there must be so many more...You make me want to confess...be weak before you. The thought of her feet, tanned with red nail varnish that i encouraged her to wear, clenched behind his back as she surrendered to him and took his 'younger' manhood, still arouses me.

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Could I be a bad girl?
Could I be a selfish girl?
Could I enjoy hurting you?
Could I revel in emasculating you?
Think about it dear.

In the mean time.....

Listen closely.

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Oh my looks like I've succeeded
in scaring them away once again.

Well then lets see what trouble I
can get into by myself......

Well not exactly by myself.

Jane sweet Jane...the woman in the last cap is like my ex who said all those things to me ...i recognise the hair slightly out of place...the 'flushed with pleasure' look when she had been with her lover...so arousing and humbling to see her like that...looking so very alive....a woman who has been treated like a real woman...by a real man.

painitng my toes the same colour i used to paint her prescioustoes before she wnet out...what a wonderful idea Jane. thank you. but i cant help feeling so disappointed i didnt think of it myself.....sometimes i so wish i wasnt trapped in craving feet all day and night, with the whole of existence. sometimes i think that i could be more imaginative and creative if a strong woman would take control of my life and allow me this space in a sort of secure and content way....allowing me to think while i give her a gentle foot massge...or while i blow her tootsies dry after painitng her toenails a soft pink pastel...
gosh Jane

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IT's kind of sad but I have enough
ideas for both of us......

I know it is..

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It's simple really.....

My way.....

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A matched pair you and I.....

Well more than a little...

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I'm just too impulsive........

I can't wait to dig my nails into you...

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I'm getting dizzy just thinking
about the possibilities......

All of them! Tell me all of them!

Miss Jane, i would call You cruel, but how can You be cruel when You're just giving me what i want? my hearts pounding, it's hard to breath, my knees feel weak, at the thought of what's to come, yet my tiny 'manhood' throbs. i hesitate. You dangle a barefoot. You smile. You knew there was never a doubt. priss

oh Jane.. 'pull me apart and then put me together like your boy toy', 'your way'.. that's the part. that's where you take over once and for all am afraid. just take me please, take me. mould me into something, i am nothing without you. no direction, no juice in life.

i do apologise about the pink..should have known but my sissy feelings got the better of me. am sorry

but please Jane let me take teh bebay steps first, small baby steps. teach me how to walk down the route you make for me first, then take me all the way. yes, until there is no return.
and i beg you not the glory hole. celibate, yes. pussy-whipped, yes. locked in teh closet listening while smelling your divine shoes Jane, yes please Jane pleeease. not the glory hole though, no. please no.

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OH please! Did you really think
I was going to forgo all that fun?

Special fun for my special boy...

"special love"...beautifully done, Jane

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Yes I'm sure that you think so
but there's more you know but
you have to-well let her tell you.....

What will you give me?

Ohhh..sweet Jane...i so want to be able to read your mind...my love.

i will give you whatever you want Jane, but want to give so much i am at a loss about what to say here.
(my love, my admiration, my stupid male ego, my balls, my paycheck, my honour, my innocence, my dreams, my essence, my being, my desire, ... )

i'll give you myself completely.... body and soul Jane all yours to do as you wish. body and soul.

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It's the problem with you little boys.
You spend all your time thinking with
your little head and not enough time
thinking with your big head.

This is about the rich fantasy world
that lies inside your head. Look in
there and pick one thing and then
do it and tell me all about it.

I know you could just say you did it
but I hope that you don't. I mean
think for a moment about what the
experience will mean to you.

So many possibilities so little time.....

Something! A present for me.

oh Jane you are so right. am sorry.
you are always one step ahead of us. always.

i will try hard to think of something to give you Jane, if only to avoid doing the celibacy week (i'd make such a fool of myself with my rumblngs here everyday if i tried it)

You're so right, Miss Jane, i'm always thinking with my
'little head'. Most of the Guys i know do the same thing, even the 'real' Men. No wonder Women find it so easy to manipulate us. It reminds me of a saying i heard or read- 'God gave men two brains- but only enough red to use one at a time.' Anyway, i've only wore panties in the security of our home to amuse the Missus, and it's always been a fantasy to wear them out somewheres. i decided to wear a pair to work today, and thinking with my 'little brain' i decided to wear a bra too. While my work clothes hid everything well enough, i couldn't help being nervous (and excited) all day long. All i could think about was, what if i have an accident and have to be taken to the hospital? Of course nothing happened, but it was a very different experience. i know this is probably quite mild to those sissy's that wear them all the time, but maybe it was a first step. priss

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Well that's OK but somehow I was
hoping for more.

I know I should be happy with that

I want things that you though of.
Dirty sexy things...............

Your right. I'm just such a romatic.

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I know that you want to. Think
about how thrilling it will be.
think how it'll feel to do it for
me, to please me, to be my
bitch........

Thank you bitch boy....

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Come on baby it easy. Sooo easy......

Your mine and you know it.....

It would be a dream come true to be Your bitch, Miss Jane. For me, it's the embarrassment. While i would do all the nasty and degrading things for You, Miss Jane, my greatest fear, and most desired fantasy would be the offense of someone else knowing what i do for You. What i think of, is the ex-girlfriend i dumped or the Girl who laughed with scorn at my advances. i picture myself serving You and Her takes and snacks in a normal situation. After some small talk, You order me to rub Your feet. As i kneel down, you remind me of the rule--i'm not allowed to touch Your feet while i'm dressed. i look at You and hesitate, and You give me the 'look' and i know i have no choice but obedience. The offense i feel as i disrobe down to my panties and bra is beyond belief. i can feel her shocked eyes watching my every move. The shock quickly turns to amusement and then outright laughter. You look satisfied. my face burns with embarrassment. After a short massage, You order me to clean Your feet, and i think of the other rule--my tongue never touchs your feet without my sissy cream on them. i glance up at Your amused eyes and at Her fascinated look, and slowly pull my panties down to reveal my hairless little clit and tiny balls. i begin stroking myself with two fingers, the way sissy's do, but no matter how hard i try, i can't achieve any kind of erection. Her laughter and Your chuckles burn my ears as You begin telling Her this is why You need to date Men. (In my fantasy i always get an immediate little boner and spurt my dribbles on Your feet, but i know in a real situation, the embarrassment would be too much, and i could stroke the little guy forever and never get hard.) After She leaves, as i again rub Your feet, You tell me i've been a good little 'girl' and that maybe next time it will be the Guy i bullied way back when, Who's now grown into a Man. priss

Between Jane's magictic s*******s at reading us bitch boys and pimping out our psyches, and Prissy's intense offense fantasy...I am rocked.