Mistress Luna Feet

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Olga freakin love to have her feet like this. Soo wild soo natural. Nothimg talk about barefooter better than his feet - www.patreon.com/JustBarefootGirl
Since I have a large fenced yard with privacy from the neighbors, I commanded the 3 slaves to work naked except for a cap on their head and flip flops on there feet. I supervised them by sitting on my patio sipping ice cold cocktails while verbal insulting them about their (lack of) manhood. I wore a very short pink floral print sun dress and these sexy lace up stiletto thong sandals. I also wore a large pink sun hat with sunglasses. To motivate my three foot slaves to do an excellent job on my yard, I told them that whoever impresses me the most with their hard work will be rewarded after the yard is cleaned to my satisfaction. This foot slave will then be allowed to crawl over to me sitting in the chair on my patio. And once he is kneeling down at my feet, then I will order him to kiss and lick my pretty feet and sexy sandals for about 15 minutes. The he will be allowed to use his hands and cum all over my brick patio. However, he must then use his mouth to clean up every drop of cum that he leaves on my patio.
Wouldn't you love to be the foot slave I summon to my luxurious bathroom to pleasure me. Once you arrive naked and with a black studded leather collar tightly fastened around your neck, I will order you to get on your knees on my bathroom floor. Then you will gently remove my gold flip flops and begin to kiss and lick my feet all over for 5 minutes. Then I will command you to use your hands and gently massage my toes and feet for the next 15 minutes. As you are massaging my feet I want you to whisper this mantra over and over "Mistress I am not worthy to be in your presence, so I will do anything without hesitation, no matter how demeaning and disgusting, you order me to do. Worshiping and serving you is my only purpose in my miserable life and my only pleasure." After 15 minutes of massaging my feet, I will dismiss you. You will quickly return to your cell where I give you permission to masturbate the night away, while thinking about kissing, licking and massaging my beautiful feet.
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Hello , I used to live in UPTOWN … What would you like to do 1st. with a man ; who is willing to indulge in your latest Fantasy - tonight ? I will attach a Photo ; if you respond . I don’t want to attach one until you reply 1st. ; if you can accept my cautious behavior . I was actually trying to use LinkedIn as a site to meet New & Enticing Ladies . I figured that , if I do it right then maybe I could meet with and set up a Rendezvous with upper class Women ; who are clean and disease free - but have an extremely filthy mind & impure thoughts ; who likes to try all kinds of fetishes & kink . So , I started creating & editing my own introduction Videos - that would look Business Friendly .
I am a very affectionate & considerate Man ; who really appreciates a Lady who gets a Professional Foot Soak & Pedicure , every two weeks … Hopefully she rubs scented lotion on her feet , and oils her arches & heels , to keep her skin from feeling hard & coarse . I am extremely excited by Women who are emotional and expressive with their feet ; and I really enjoy being stepped on and trampled by her . Hopefully she is a quick study and learns fast : how to please - tease and entice her Man of interest - then wrap herself around & on him really - really tight - refusing to allow him to flee or escape her grasp & tight grip . Trap & strap that Man down for awhile ; until he is submissive and domesticated [ House Trained & Responsive ] … A smart and sophisticated Woman knows how to do this ; if she does not yet know - her natural famine instinct will teach her the ways … Then later , she will develop her own techniques of female wiles .
So this is the type of Women ; who capture my affections for a very long - long period of time . These are the type of Women who are sophisticated & classy enough to hold down a Man , more like myself . So I am asking you directly this one Question , " Are you that Woman ? "
Please send me a reply or response . I Thank You Very Kindly …
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my footslave at my feet - the gratification for the good pictures he takes :-)
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with your mouth and tongue while you are naked and lying down on the carpet on your stomach. I had a tiring long day at the office and my feet are so sore, a little dirty and smelly. So after you are done cleaning my pink mules, I want you to slide your tongue in between the soles of the mules and the soles of my feet and start licking the bottom of my feet for all that you're worth. You are not worthy of my attention so you should show me how much you are grateful to be my foot slave.
If you have been an excellent foot slave all week I just might reward one or more of you in my slave stable. Leopold Giboulo has impressed me with his adoration, devotion and has obeyed my commands with enthusiasm! Pedantik, mtlsrt04, and Al S have also done well but are a distant second to my number one slave this week, Leopold. Those three foot slaves will have to work harder if they want me to reward them in the future.
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From 2019 I will be based in Bristol and spend most of my time in the United Kingdom . During the year, I am planning some tours, usually to London.
In Bristol I receive clients at the House DuCroix , however during my tours I change the venue from time to time and I detail these on this page, with all the related info.
During the year I also go back to Italy, at least once a month, to my personal equipped dungeon in my beloved Milan , and in that occasion I usually tend to visit other italian cities. My preferred destinations are Florence, Trieste, Rome, Bologna, Genoa, Naples and Cagliari.
If you wish to see Me at a specific place, or offer me a short holiday, we can speak privately about conditions.
You can be up-to-date on all my tours by keeping a regular eye on this page. When I have confirmed dates, I announce them here.
For Italian tours call: +39 391 3999221
For UK tours call: +44 7857 747574
If you don’t see any new tour announcement, it means that I am planning My next sortee. When I have them planned, I will make sure that I show them in this page, with the dates and all the related information.
I can be contacted in many ways, but during My tours I’m always very busy and can’t check every channel, therefore I give preference to the phone. This means priority is given to phone calls and Whatsapp messages.
If I don’t answer a call don’t persist, it means that I am busy at that moment, so be patient and try to call Me later, or text Me and I’ll read and reply as soon as I can.

My name is Paul, and this is the story of how I first got to smell the stinky feet of my aunt, back when I was about twelve or so. Auntie Jean was probably in her mid-forties at the time, though she didn't look it. She was still a gorgeous woman; short blonde hair, big boobs and slightly on the plump side. Her legs were pretty big though, and she had quite large feet with perfectly shaped slightly stubby toes.

Anyway, I was over at her house one evening watching TV with my cousin Laura, who was the same age as me. She was also a bit chunky and was trying to lose weight, so she had gone for her daily jog, leaving me alone in their lounge watching TV. Auntie Jean came home soon after, and came into the lounge and dropped herself on the couch next to me. She asked where everyone was and I told her I was alone in the house, as she lifted her one foot up onto her knee, and started tugging at the laces of her chunky leather work shoes.

"Ooh, I have to take my shoes off, my feet are sweating so much," she said.
Instantly I felt a stirring in my pants: I had always secretly loved Auntie Jean's feet, and took every chance I could to sit or stand near her so as to get a closer look. With her sitting next to me and taking her shoes off the excitement was almost too much! Once when I was having dinner with them, I could hear Auntie Jean slipping her feet in and out of her pair of stained old sandals on the other side of the table, and every now and then I could even smell them; an unmistakable sweet vinegar smell, and I had obsessed about getting more ever since.

She pulled off the tight leather shoe, and brought the hot open heel part up to her nose and took a quick sniff. I couldn't believe my eyes! She wrinkled her nose and pursed her lips and said "Mmph! Stinky!"

My cock was instantly rock hard. I decided to fuck being polite, and shifted closer to her, just staring at her foot. She wiggled her toes in her socks, and I imagined how hot and greasy it must be inbetween them. She then pulled off her sock with a flick of her wrist, and held it by two fingers to her upturned nose. I could see her nostrils flare as she breathed in the hot, moist aroma. I could still see the damp, sweaty toe imprints on that stinky sock, which I could smell quite clearly from where I sat, that same sharp vinegar stench.

"Ooh!" she said, "This is the third day I've been wearing these socks and they are RIPE! Woo!"

She wriggled her bare, fat toes, the nails unpainted but ever so slightly stained yellow from years of sweat and toejam.

"You like the smell of my stinky feet Paul?" she asked.

I wrinkled my nose a bit but nodded and grinned shyly. Auntie Jean smiled and nodded back and said, "Mmm. They smell nice don't they? My feet get sooo, so stinky - I just love it!"

She pulled her smelly moist foot up to her face and buried her nose in the cleft under her toes, spreading them slightly to get her nose right in between them, and sniffed loudly a couple of times, breathing deeply her own rancid footfunk. She quickly pulled off the other shoe and sock, taking quick but deep and audible sniffs of each before putting them down. She then swung one foot onto lap, saying "Here my boy, smell that."

She must have felt my hard, throbbing erection at just that moment, because she looked at me and her eyes widened and she said "Ooooh!" and then bit her lower lip. I held the foot up and stared at the yellowish heel and ball of Auntie Jean's foot (I'm sure I was drooling!), my hands shaking I was so excited. Her foot was still hot and moist, and I pressed her toes against my nose and took a huge deep sniff. The stench was fucking awesome - a strong, rich, sweet-sour stink, like well-aged gooey cheese. It was the most deliciously rancid, ripe, rotten thing I had ever smelled! I could feel the stinky goo of her sticky, slimy toejam on the sweaty sole of her foot as I rubbed it ravenously all over my nose and mouth.

Auntie Jean had her other foot back on her nose, taking strong, fast sniffs and sighing gently ever time she exhaled, through the side of her mouth, so she wouldn't disturb the stench on the skin of her sole with her breath, or lose the tiniest bit of stink from her nose.

"Mmmmm....God that's good! Stinky stinky stinky! ---SNNIFFF--- I just can't get enough of it! ---SNNIFFFFF--- Oooooh that smells!"

She ran her nose down the length of her foot to the heel and back to the toes, rubbing it all around her face and sniffing as much footstink and toejam as she could. Then she put her other foot in my lap as well, and picked up one of her shoes, and buried her face in it, still sniffing deeply and mumbling "MMMMMM...... yeah......oooh yum......mmmmmmmm...."

She slowly started rubbing her one big hot foot on my pants where my now huge boner was. I put my hand on her sweaty foot and pressed harder, rubbing it up and down, up and down, whilst breathing in deeply as I could Auntie Jean's ripe footsmell.
The vinegar smell was still strong , and sweet and cheesy at the same time. I sucked and licked her foot and her toes , eating all the sour, salty, slimy toejam that I could. Her slight callouses on the side of her big toe and round her heel gently scratched my face as I sucked them and smeared them across my face.

With her face still buried in her shoe, she mumbled "Mmm, how do my feet smell Paulie? ---sniff--- good huh? ---sniff--- sooo good ---sniff--- smell Auntie Jean's stinky feet for her. Goood boy."

She started to rub my cock faster , pressing her chubby toes hard against me.
"You like it like that Paulie? ---snifff--- mmm, that's nice isn't it?" she cooed. ---snifff---

All I could do was moan and sniff her smelly feet harder and faster, as I could feel my cock was about to explode. I ground her foot into my crotch as hard as I could and started to moan and sniff louder and faster to let her know I was about to come, and suddenly it felt as though my head had exploded as I burst my load in my pants, wetting them through onto Auntie Jean's sole.
I let out a heavy sigh, and dropped her smelly foot into my lap with the other, my cock still throbbing. Auntie Jean lowered her smelly shoe, and she grinned naughtily at me, still gently massaging my crotch, and said, "Same time tomorrow?'....

Some time later, maybe a year, (I, Paul, was now thirteen) I was back at Auntie Jean's house, hanging out with my cousin Laura. Laura was still a bit chubby at that age, with shoulder length brown hair and freckles. Her breasts were small but pert, and she had a beautiful big bum. I loved it! (Still do...) She had big legs too, like her mum, and slightly fat feet with chubby little toes.

We were in Laura's room one day after school, I was smoking out the window and Laura was sitting crosslegged in her school uniform on the bed. She kicked off her black leather school shoes (no socks; too tight) and I surreptitiously stared at her slightly swollen red feet, all hot and sweaty from being squeezed into those tight school shoes all day. Mmm, DELISH!

I was looking away when she suddenly laughed and said the dog had just sniffed her toe and done this: (she wrinkled up her nose and shook her head). I smiled widely and said "Why, do your feet smell?"

She was nodding her head fast, with her eyebrows raised and a big grin.

"M-hm. Yeah, real bad," she laughed, as she bent forward and pulled her foot up to her nose. I heard her sniff quickly a couple of times and giggled "Oh yeah! My feet stink alright!"

I instantly went over to the bed and blatantly asked if I could smell them. Even though she had a sort of 'What the hell??' look on her face, Laura lifted her sole towards me and I took a quick whiff from right under the toes and said, "Whoa! That is RIPE!" pretending to all shocked and surprised. Laura laughed, but before she could put her foot down I grabbed it in my hand and took another, slower sniff. "Man, that's rotten!" I directed my eyes at hers and mumbled, "But it's kinda nice, don't you think?"

Laura snatched her foot back, and for a horrible second I thought she would run out into the street and scream to the whole world how sick I was, but she didn't...
She looked quizically at me, and took another sniff of her stinky little foot herself, this time right between the big toe and the second one. She even closed her eyes for a couple of seconds as she savoured the smell.

"Mmm," she said. "It is kinda nice. I love it when my feet get stinky. I didn't know you liked the smell of toejam too Paul?"

I had a huge evil grin as I nodded slowly, as if to say "OH yeah!", not to mention a huge hard-on that I wasn't doing a very good job of hiding, as I picked up one of Laura's still warm school shoes, and took a deep sniff of the stained heel part. It smelled like musky hot leather that didn't see the light of day or get much fresh air very often, and clammy, cheesy foot-gunk, musky and sharp, but sweet and cheese-and-vinegary too. These shoes belonged to someone who didn't wash their already very stinky, sweaty feet very often at all.

I breathed in deeply the warm aroma wafting out of Laura's shoe, savouring the stink and staring all the time at her podgy damp little feet.

For about the next half hour all we did was roll around on Laura's bed, laughing and smelling her funky feet and her ripe school shoes, trying to guess all the stinky things they smelled like, and fishing through her closet for the smelliest sneakers we could find, and any old socks she had worn for sports that hadn't been washed yet (of which there were plenty). We inhaled every smelly thing we could that had been anywhere near Laura's stinky, funky, fat little feet.

Suddenly, we could hear the TV on in the lounge, which meant Laura's mum was home. We jumped up and ran to the lounge, and sat down on the couch on either side of Auntie Jean.

Laura could see me staring at my aunt's feet, and she smiled wickedly to me, obviously thinking the same thing. Auntie Jean had her rather fat legs crossed, and was swinging her foot up and down, gently slapping her well-worn sandal against the heel of her foot. I was sitting close enough to catch a whiff from her foot every time she did this; a faint vinegary smell. Suddenly Laura piped up:

"Mum, what's that smell? It smells kinda cheesy?"

"Oh I think that's my feet lovey" answered Auntie Jean. "These sandals really make my feet smelly, and I have been in them all day at work."

"Let me check" said Laura, getting down at her mother's feet. I was like "WHAAT? NO WAY!". She gently put her nose under Auntie Jean's upturned toes, to sniff between the foot and the sweat-stained insole of the sandal. "PHEWW! It IS your feet! They're really stinky!" she laughed.

Auntie Jean giggled and said "Oh let me see what all the STINK is about," as she pulled her sandal off and lifted it to her nose. I was staring like a madman at her. I could hear her take a sniff and she wrinkled up her nose and frowned. "Oooh, stinky, stinky!" she said. She then held the sandal out to me, saying "Wanna sniff, Paul?"

Her head was at an angle and she winked as I took the warm sandal, and she wrinkled her nose again as she said "Go on, take a whiff my boy. Thaat's it."

I put my nose into the front of the sandal, where there were deep, dark stains from her sweaty fat toes. I sniffed loudly. Her shoe smelled strongly of parmasan cheese, sharp but sweet and rich with womanly footstink. Laura then lent forward and sniffed her mum's toes again

"OH! Eww mum! Your feet really smell bad! They stink like old cheese!"

"Don't you want to smell my feet too Pau
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