Over the years, during my time of sexual maturity, my lovers have been willing to explore any of the fetishes I have tucked away deep within the dark corners of my mind. Many have shared the specific fetish we celebrated together, others simply indulged my whims as giving me pleasure, in turn, gave them pleasure.
My desire for a wide range of foot fetish play has preoccupied me for a great number of years. From molesting and massaging the genitalia of my lovers, to non-sexual activities such as using my feet and toes as another set of hands to pick things up from the floor, move things, and so forth. Sometimes sexy, others silly, yet always amusing.
The foot fetish, for me, extends from soft and sensual seduction to invasive and abusive domination. My desires depend on the mood and chemistry I have with my partner. Some bring out soft flowing ballet movements, others make me want to kick and trample.
Regardless of whether or not I choose to give you pleasure or pain with my beautiful feet, you will come to understand they are quite powerful in their own right. I am the sum of my parts, and my tiny little feet and toes can seemingly be much larger than life.
