by Jeff D
Sir is a marvelous man.
Do as he says and we are graced with what he shows us. He knows his place in the world. As we should know ours. Beneath the feet of this magnificent man. He demands respect and he should have it. Sir leaves you hungry for more of his entire body. I'm just a lowly play thing for his amusement. A foot stool to provide comfort to him. I met sir on Tumblr. Right away his page had my attention. It took courage to send sir an email stating the fact of how wonderful he is. Just by pictures alone you can smell his scent. Putting you more and more under his control. Sir work very hard and deserves to be satisfied in whatever he wishes. The hunger Wells up in me to be able to sniff his shoes socks and feet. To be gagged to keep me silent until he is ready for my mouth on his feet. I could spend hours upon hours of being underneath sir. To be his play thing is a great honor and privilege. To taste his sweet sweat and piss. He can have his pick of anyone, yet few are chosen to be allowed to serve him, and talk to him. To be gagged with his sweaty sock with his shoes tied over your nose. Will he tramples you and play with what belongs to him. His soles are soft and wrinkled when he scrunches them up. The view you see while he playfully kicks your dick and balls around and just use them as his stool. Your tongue glides up and down the smooth soles and in between his perfect plumb toes. His nails and feet as the rest of his body is perfectly cared for by eager slave.