Hi, I'm Ryan. As you may or may not know, I am a fairly frequent visitor to the Foot Worship Palace in Manhattan (www.footworshippalace.com). I have been sessioning there for many moons and have been inspired by your stories on this forum to write about my experiences. I haven't done a lot of writing before so please bear with me!
My last session at the Foot Worship Palace took place last Friday, and I had the pleasure of sessioning with the gorgeous Elizabeth. I had been hoping to see Elizabeth for several weeks, as I had met her at one of the foot parties they have every other Friday but had not managed to co-ordinate a session. I had not seen her feet up close and personal but had spent hours gazing at her beautiful soles on their website.
The lovely secretary greeted me at the door and showed me to my room - my favorite room, which they had put aside for me - the VIP suite which is big and feels luxurious. I waited about five minutes for Elizabeth to arrive, but I didn't mind waiting, I was relishing in the anticipation.
Elizabeth was wonderful. She strode into the room with confidence, wearing a short black skirt, a white shirt, thigh-high white nylons and strappy heels. She was tall and slender, with raven-black hair falling to her waist and beautiful soft red lips. She greeted me warmly and we talked for a couple of minutes about what I wanted in the session, and then we got started. I enjoy a lot of different things in my session - I like to play around and experiment, and today I was in the mood to be dominated. And Elizabeth was perfect.
THE SESSION:
Elizabeth was a student, and I was her teacher. I put her on detention for misbehaving, and she stayed after class to contest this punishment. I tried to keep my cool as she stared at me icily, telling me she simply would not have it, and that if anybody should be on detention, it should be me.
"I've seen the way you look at me," she said icily "looking down my shirt, trying to catch a glimpse of what you can never have."
I contested, but she continued. "I know you have, and you can deny it all you want but I'm still going to the school board and it's going to damage your reputation. What would your wife think?"
I was stuck. She was extremely hot and of course we both knew that what she was saying was true. "Alright." I said, with a sinking heart.
"We'll forget about the detention, this time."
"Oh really? Think you're going to get off that easy?" she said, with a glint in her eye. "No, I'm not letting you off the hook until you know who's boss."
"What do you want?" I asked meekly.
"Lets start with a foot massage", she commanded.
There was no way I could resist. Elizabeth demanded that I kneel at her feet and delicately take off her shoes. She leant back on her chair as I rubbed her feet. It all became a delicious blur as I inhaled the scent of her size 7 feet through her nylons, peeled of her stockings and delighted in her beautiful smooth soles, running my tongue between her long, perfect toes, sucking her freshly painted red toenails, and biting her heel in pleasure, while all the time she kept reminding me who was boss.
By the end of the session, she was standing on my chest, forcing me to smell her feet with my pants down. She laughed at me and took photos with her phone.
"You like that, don't you, you little foot freak? Now next time we're in class, you'd better remember who is in control. I know you want to beat off, but you'd better beg me to let you".
I begged and I pleaded, and finally she let me bring myself to an earth-shattering release. She pushed her foot in my face for a good minute before exiting, leaving me exhausted on the floor, shamed, humiliated, pleasured and extremely satisfied.
Thank you Elizabeth and the lovely ladies at Foot Worship Palace, I will be back for more fun before long!
Posted by TicklingFiend (Member # 10765) on :
lucky dog Posted by johnpeter (Member # 23295) on :
thanks for this review! did you see my review about the party? didn't see you there did I? I was the tubby bald guy in the pink shirt. maybe next time.
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